[Silver Pandorica]

Craving one right now, oof. Anyone have any popscicles?

To win this sauk, tell me what their favorite thing to do on a summer day is! You have a maximum of 500 words and an option of one extra that can be one piece of art or 300 words.

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Uncommon halo
Luola Klaani

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[b]username;[/b]
[b]name;[/b]
[b]gender;[/b]
[b]prompt;[/b]
[b]extra;[/b] optional


Ends in two weeks!

[drift.]

username; drift.
name; Jimber
gender; female
prompt;

Jimber swung her body around and let go, laughing as the cool water engulfed her and she disappeared beneath the waves. She resurfaced a moment later grinning. "Come on Sirus, the water isn't getting any colder waiting for you to suck up and jump in." she called up to the pacing kalon. His dark brown fur was damp from the spray that had splashed him when Jimber had jumped. She made her way back to the shore, where she'd have to climb up some steep hill to get back up to her friend. "No it's alright- stay there I'll come down." worry laced his voice and a twinge of guilt pulled at her stomach, "Uh.. So you don't have to jump if you don't want to.." she mumbled to him when he has slipped down and stood beside her. "I will kiddo, just give me a minute to convince my body that I want to" he was trying to lighten the mood, but her ears only pinned farther down on her head and she averted her golden eyes.

Sirus smiled encouragingly and nudged her cheek. "Hey, I have an idea, maybe we can jump together?" he studied her face, hoping he had said the right thing to fix her hurt feelings. W I P

extra; going to make it one peice of art <:

[WolfWinter]

res ^^

[sunnyfaerie]

username; sunnyfaerie
name; creame (yes i know i am so very creative at this very moment wow,)
gender; female
prompt; being by the beach is enough.
sunlight beats down on her, sizzling over every prick and pore of her pale pelt, the harsh beams sparking through her squinting eyes. she can hardly see anything but brightness, feel anything but heat, heat snapping its scorching jaws at her strolling gait and ushering her to the shade- but she refuses to go. she stays, stays in the air whipping hot, dazed waves of the sun's puckish taunts and flares, and, why, she loves it. it burns, and she loves that burning heat- the biting, prickling cold of winter, the whimsical showers of love and rain of spring, the breezes and maple-sweet colors of autumn, they're all nothing to her compared to summer's scorching mockery. she turns a blind eye to the cooing waves of the sea, as she wishes not for its embraces of cold, salty waters and its kisses of pebbles and seaweed; she loves the sun, and the sun only.
and so, she sits. she refuses any seat but the silky sands, beauty turning to harshness as shards dig further into her paws, heat smoking over her sore paw pads. she doesn't care. she tilts her head up, basking in the aureate light of the sun, turning a smirk to it in an endearing response to its oh-so-tiring weather. nothing beats the hotness, the sands, the brilliant mazarine sky clean of clouds. she'll often lie down, feeling the heat, pure heat sift into her fur and seep into her bones, and she gets quite used to it, sunbathing in all the glory of summer shining its spotlight onto the perfect beach. nothing else is needed.
sometimes she'll tune into the sounds around her; other times, they remain as background noises. she'll hear the waves rushing, crashing, mourning and bawling at her refusal to join them, their calls and cries falling into a tuneless rhythm in her peaceful mind. the cries of others are there, too, and they fall into the rhythm of the waves, shouts and yells slipping with the thrashing of foamy tides, laughs and conversations reeling with the pull of the retreating waters. every once in a while, there'll be the low strum of a guitar, or the cheery flutters of a ukulele's notes, or the pounding of deep or sharp-sounding drums, and they'll create a tune for that tuneless rhythm. something about that music is truly enchanting; it's all so harsh, so discordant, so out of order and tune, so chaotic at times and simply unorganized at others, but it's perfect, perfectly fitting. it's the tribute to the sun, and she'll hum along or sigh with it's floating echoes to sing to the summer, too. her contribution to show her appreciation of this dissonant heaven.
it's more than enough, if she's being honest.
extra; mayb??? something??? ?? her meeting rika at the beach??? ???? idk

[Silver Pandorica]

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[Silver Pandorica]

username; drift.
name; Jimber
gender; female
prompt;

Jimber swung her body around and let go, laughing as the cool water engulfed her and she disappeared beneath the waves. She resurfaced a moment later grinning. "Come on Sirus, the water isn't getting any colder waiting for you to suck up and jump in." she called up to the pacing kalon. His dark brown fur was damp from the spray that had splashed him when Jimber had jumped. She made her way back to the shore, where she'd have to climb up some steep hill to get back up to her friend. "No it's alright- stay there I'll come down." worry laced his voice and a twinge of guilt pulled at her stomach, "Uh.. So you don't have to jump if you don't want to.." she mumbled to him when he has slipped down and stood beside her. "I will kiddo, just give me a minute to convince my body that I want to" he was trying to lighten the mood, but her ears only pinned farther down on her head and she averted her golden eyes.

Sirus smiled encouragingly and nudged her cheek. "Hey, I have an idea, maybe we can jump together?" he studied her face, hoping he had said the right thing to fix her hurt feelings. W I P

extra; going to make it one peice of art <:

This one was never judged aaaaa ;w; Yours!

[drift.]

Oh my word thank you! I had totally forgotten about these!! <3