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Post by spasticjazzhands on Dec 27, 2019 18:06:54 GMT -8
links and storage of ossa's scenes! we'll see how this goes...
005 / 100 completed 001 ━ ✰ describe a character's reaction to getting rejected 002 ━ ✰ describe your deputy/beta/second messing up, big time. 003 ━ ✰ describe how your group would react to a new type of prey in their territory. 004 ━ ✰ describe a kit's/pup's/child's escapades on a normal day in your group. 005 ━ ✰ describe your leader's least favorite task. 006 ━ ✰ describe the most annoying patient your med cat/shaman/healer has dealt with. 007 ━ ✰ describe how your cats/dogs/people react to a particularly beautiful sunset. 008 ━ ✰ describe how your cats/dogs/people handle rain. 009 ━ ✰ describe a favorite hangout of one of your cats/dogs/people. 010 ━ ✰ describe how your group reacts when a small dog gets lost on your territory. 011 ━ ✰ describe a place your group avoids. 012 ━ ✰ describe the place everyone knows about, but they all think only they know about it. 013 ━ ✰ describe the place all kits/pups/children sneak out to. 014 ━ ✰ describe the most dangerous place in your territory. 015 ━ ✰ describe the most beautiful place in your territory. 016 ━ ✰ describe an odd quirk of one of your cats/dogs/person. 017 ━ ✰ describe a single training session 018 ━ ✰ describe a single patrol/hunt 019 ━ ✰ describe what your group felt after a death 020 ━ ✰ does your leader believe in their ancestors? Show them talking to a member of their group as to why or why not. 021 ━ ✰ describe your group's reaction to a particularly violent storm 022 ━ ✰ describe how you group appears to an outsider 023 ━ ✰ describe a common negative trait found in your group 024 ━ ✰ describe one thing your group hates 025 ━ ✰ describe an individual your group could never accept 026 ━ ✰ describe the best way to get out of work in your group 027 ━ ✰ describe your groups reaction to music 028 ━ ✰ describe your groups funerary rites/what they do with their dead 029 ━ ✰ describe your groups birthing rites/what they do with/for their newborn 030 ━ ✰ describe an inside joke your group has 031 ━ ✰ describe what your group does if a newborn dies 032 ━ ✰ describe a young member's first love 033 ━ ✰ describe the worst job in camp 034 ━ ✰ describe an individual who is a favorite of the younger members 035 ━ ✰ describe a younger individual who drives the older members crazy 036 ━ ✰ describe the first snow/winter 037 ━ ✰ imagine your group suddenly were invaded. describe the situation 038 ━ ✰ describe how your group reacts to a natural phenomenon 039 ━ ✰ describe the leader’s favorite member who IS NOT family 040 ━ ✰ describe the most complicated relation between two members 041 ━ ✰ describe the hardest choice your leader will have/had to make 042 ━ ✰ describe a time when your group was desperate 043 ━ ✰ describe what would happen if your leader and deputy/s all fell ill 044 ━ ✰ describe what would happen if the med cat(s)/shaman(s)/healer(s) all disappeared 045 ━ ✰ describe what would happen if your group had to change camps 046 ━ ✰ describe how your deputy/s handle disrespect 047 ━ ✰ describe the first time the med cat/shaman/healer failed to save a member 048 ━ ✰ describe a member who is hiding a secret and what that secret is 049 ━ ✰ describe how your group handles sickness 050 ━ ✰ describe the easiest way for your group to catch prey
051 ━ ✰ "Please, leave him." 052 ━ ✰ "I hope the dawn never comes." 053 ━ ✰ "They never crossed the stream." 054 ━ ✰ "Run to the moors." 055 ━ ✰ "I hate to see you smile like that." 056 ━ ✰ "Why do you never slow down?" 057 ━ ✰ "Who told you so?" 058 ━ ✰ "Fight me now. Before it's too late." 059 ━ ✰ "There is only one poison that is its own remedy, and that is hope." 060 ━ ✰ "I swear, there were five kits." 061 ━ ✰ "Why do you listen to them?" 062 ━ ✰ "Just....let me know." 063 ━ ✰ "This doesn't change anything you know." 064 ━ ✰ "He still cares." 065 ━ ✰ "I never betrayed who I am." 066 ━ ✰ "You know you want to." 067 ━ ✰ "Just relax!" 068 ━ ✰ "Please....I know him." 069 ━ ✰ "You're about twenty seconds too late." 070 ━ ✰ "And then, it appeared!" 071 ━ ✰ I wish I had chosen a different path. 072 ━ ✰ "I'm so sorry. There's no hope." 073 ━ ✰ "Is there another way/path?" 074 ━ ✰ "But.. you promised.." 075 ━ ✰ "We do what we must because we can." 076 ━ ✰ "For the good of us all." 077 ━ ✰ "Death to the innocent ___!" 078 ━ ✰ "Stop iiiiit.." 079 ━ ✰ "Wait for me!" 080 ━ ✰ "Shut. Up!" 081 ━ ✰ "Please. This is an art form." 082 ━ ✰ "They'll never see if coming..." 083 ━ ✰ "Don't tell me you haven't thought it." 084 ━ ✰ "No. Just. No. Never!" 085 ━ ✰ "What? Why?" 086 ━ ✰ "That is completely illogical." 087 ━ ✰ "Never insult them again...!" 088 ━ ✰ "There's always an excuse, isn't there?" 089 ━ ✰ "She said he said you said they said she said he needed to leave." 090 ━ ✰ "Stop messing with the tree and bite it!" 091 ━ ✰ "Excuse me, but you're not actually in charge?" 092 ━ ✰ "That... seems extreme?" 093 ━ ✰ "I don't understand why you feel the need to keep talking." 094 ━ ✰ "They're dead okay!? Gone!" 095 ━ ✰ "Oh yes, do explain." 096 ━ ✰ "Oh, I'm sure he was flying - that's logical!" 097 ━ ✰ "Ugg, you idiot." 098 ━ ✰ "Please... I shouldn't..." 099 ━ ✰ "I loved you... but now I'm not sure..." 100 ━ ✰ "Why are you always in the middle of it?"
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Dec 27, 2019 22:11:13 GMT -8
“NEVER INSULT THEM AGAIN!” IKEHU - ISABELLA ( 087 ) WC: 645 TW: alcoholism
Isabella slightly shook the small plastic water sprayer in her hands. The water was mixed with isopropyl alcohol, at a dilution suitable for killing potential bugs but not killing the plants themselves. She gently misted her tiger lilies with her mixture with a faint smile on her face. Suddenly, a stomp shook the house as her father slammed the kitchen door. She flinched briefly but continued on now spraying her mint sprigs. Her mint plants were her favorite as she loved the faint aroma of mint it dispersed around her room. Out in the kitchen, she could still hear her father stumbling around looking for any bottles of alcohol left over from the weekend. She prayed there was still some left…father was difficult with alcohol but even more difficult without any. She started spraying her dill plants. These were her second favorite plants! They weren’t much to look at (the lilies always took the spotlight away from them) but their aroma reminded her of her mother. Dill pickles had been her guilty snack. Now that all her plants had been sprayed, Isabella went to twist the lilies into the most desirable position. This changed every day depending on Isabella’s mood. If she was going to be a florist, she needed to discover how to arrange flowers according to different moods (or at least she thought she needed this skill). She placed the last lily with a satisfied grunt and paused at her bedroom door. Her father had quieted, and the distant sound of the television could be heard from the living room; he must have found some booze. This gave Isabella an opportunity to slip by without an argument and enter the great outdoors. With her father being a (barely) functioning alcoholic and Isabella being a stringy twelve-year-old, their grass was overgrown and unsightly. However, Isabella did keep a small section of their backyard somewhat tended to, allowing the natural and native plants a place to thrive without crabgrass getting in the way. She meticulously saved dinner scraps for compost and her mediocre garden was growing steadily. Isabella crouched by her wild strawberry plant and poked at a berry. It was still that neon greenish-white color and as small as her thumbnail. She was hoping on getting a few ripe berries by the end of the summer, but it would depend on the plant. Either way, she was planning on juicy, red strawberries by next summer. Isabella was daydreaming about the prospect of eating fresh fruit (that she herself had helped grown!), so she didn’t notice her father approaching from the back-screen door. She startled as one of his thick, unsteady legs kicked at her strawberry plant, leaving tattered leaves and scattered unripe berries fluttering to the ground. “Get those things out of here,” He grunted and with one fluid movement, pulled the entire strawberry plant from the ground. Isabella watched in horror as his drunken rage continued and one by one, her carefully nurtured plants were strewn across the grass and mulch. Tears threatened to spill over onto her cheeks, but she did her best to hold them back. “Don’t water those ugly, no-good, rotten weeds anymore,” He huffed, “They’re making our yard look like part of a meth house.” “No, they’re not,” Her fists balled as she muttered her words. A tear slipped out. “What did you say?” His voice was gravelly. Isabella quickly debated whether or not it was worth talking back. She hated his punishments but hated him ruining her hard work even more. “I said they’re not weeds! Never insult my plants again!” The next day, Isabella had to learn how to properly mow the lawn and was tasked with taking care of it, but she also had a little bit more courage and the authority over the entire yard which was about to be converted into a large garden.
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Dec 28, 2019 12:26:19 GMT -8
“HER FAVORITE NON-FAMILY MEMBER” KANIKAU ( 039 ) WC: 532 TW: an actual wholesome post?
Kanikau wasn’t the type to become close to anyone. It wasn’t a surprise that she had trust issues; she was sure any other would be affected in the same way as her. The only people she had ever known and considered to be her family had long since denounced her and cut all ties. She considered Hilahila as means to an end. Sure, she had taught her how to communicate, how to sing, and how to survive in the ocean, but there had never been any sisterly love between them. Her and Trevor had opposite morals and to be honest, he reminded her of the high and mighty Sereia members.
Who had really stolen her heart, whilst begrudgingly, was Nani. Kanikau had never had any sort of pet and before Nani, she didn’t understand the need or want to own one. But Nani couldn’t speak, she couldn’t judge, she couldn’t project any of her insecurities. Nani only required love and attention; she didn’t care that Kanikau was a siren. Nani cared that Kanikau was trying her best to love and care for the hippocampus.
It pained her to send Nani on hunting patrols. The ocean was a big scary place, Kanikau had first-hand experience with how brutal the ocean and its creatures can really be. Could she forgive herself if something horrible happened to her friend? Was she an awful person for being more concerned about Nani’s safety than the other hunters, Trevor and Hilahila? But she couldn’t help her feelings…Nani had forced her way into her heart.
Kanikau hoped Nani understood how she felt about her. She had always found correctly expressing her emotions was hard and the more…vulnerable…emotions she felt, she tried her hardest to keep secret. Kanikau didn’t spend time grooming her coarse fur and massaging her back like Hilahila liked to do in the evenings. She didn’t talk to her like she would any other being or tell her bedtime stories like Trevor did.
But she did sneak into her enclosure sometimes at night and lie with her when her dreams turned dark. She laid with her curls sprawling across Nani’s belly and rested her head on her graceful neck. She didn’t feel the need to speak, she simply rested her hands across Nani’s chest and communicated through subtle touches. Soft caresses. Gentle motions. She loved the hippocampus when she felt no attraction or connection to anyone else.
Kanikau prayed to whoever could possibly be watching over them if any at all. Her deepest desire was not to fit in with her own kind anymore; she quickly realized that sirens were never meant to have company. Her biggest want in life was to have Nani understand what she herself had so much trouble expressing. “I love you,” She would whisper when the hippocampus had fallen asleep. Could Nani even understand her words? She wasn’t sure but the fear of Nani only tolerating her kept her from expressing her feelings when she was awake.
Trevor had mentioned dogs being “man’s best friend” in the above-world long ago. She didn’t know if there were any sayings about hippocampi but if there was, it would probably be “Kanikau’s only true friend.”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Dec 29, 2019 22:09:00 GMT -8
“NO...JUST NO! NEVER!” OLAKINO - OLIVER ( 084 ) WC: 1235 TW: general teen sad decisions
Oliver rolled his neck and flexed his shoulders. He grasped the stark white baseball and exhaled. The batter up against him tightened his own grip on the bat and narrowed his eyes. Oliver wasn’t particularly worried, however. His pitches were feared throughout their entire district. With two fastballs and one curveball, the batter struck out and his teammates cheered. He looked to the dugout and smirked with his pierced eyebrow raised in his characteristic expression. This sent another wave of yells from his team. Being on the baseball field was Oliver’s second home, and it felt like he was born pitching. He didn’t have any siblings and his teammates quickly became his second family and quite possibly his first family as his parents never showed any interest in baseball or attended any of his games. He guessed he was lucky enough that they just signed the checks for his equipment and travel expenses. Oliver’s coach was also his third parent; Coach Krestal offered him advice, given him unconditional support, and listened to all of his concerns. That was more than both of his actual parents combined.
“That-a-boy!” Coach whistled and gave Oliver a thumbs up. Oliver’s sincere lopsided smile now appeared. He could never tire of Coach’s support. The rest of the game flew by (helped by the fast strikes Oliver’s pitches earned). After the team had finished congratulating themselves (and the other team for sportsmanship), Coach beckoned Oliver to the side. “Great game, Ollie!” Coach slapped him on the back. He was the only one Oliver allowed to call him Ollie. “How’d it feel?”
“I feel…great. I feel alive.” Oliver’s lopsided grin saw the light once more. “Invincible even.”
“You have a gift,” Coach continued in a quieter tone, “I love seeing my players come to life on the field and you just light right up. I only hope that if you ever stop playing baseball, it would be your decision and your decision only.”
“Quit?” Oliver chuckled. “No, never!”
Oliver jerked awake as a fist slammed down on his desk inches away from his napping face. “I’m sorry, am I bothering you?” His history teacher hissed in his ear. “Detention!” Oliver sheepishly avoided his classmates’ eyes and tried to catch up on notes that he missed but it was pointless. He had been asleep for the majority of class and would most likely fail the next test as well. He was the first to leave when the bell rang to avoid any chance his teacher would have to lecture him. He debated on whether or not it was worth it to try to skip detention, but the stern look from the office monitor won and he ducked into the classroom to serve his thirty-minute detention. This meant he was fifteen minutes late for baseball practice and the prime candidate for a lecture about tardiness. No matter if Oliver was Coach’s favorite or not, he was treated just the same as any other player. However, Coach did make it a point to talk to him after practice was finished. “I’m really sorry, Coach,” Oliver said out of breath, “I don’t have a lot of time. I still have homework to do.”
“I was just concerned of your new habit,” Coach crossed his arms, “You’ve been late six out of the ten practices now.”
Oliver scuffed the ground with his shoe. He was glad it was just him and Coach in the locker room; he wanted his teammates to only see the overly confident, cocky side of him. “I’ve been falling asleep in class and getting detentions.” He muttered and had to repeat himself for Coach to hear. “I don’t mean to.”
Coach’s expression softened. “Taking care of yourself is more important.” He patted Oliver on the back gently. “Have you not been getting enough sleep?”
Oliver shrugged. “Guess not.”
“What have you been doing at night?” He pressed.
“My parents signed me up for a couple online college classes. They’ll give me a head start for my pre-med major.” Oliver explained. “I spend most of my evenings working on that homework and get done really late.”
“It’s still close to the beginning of semester,” Coach suggested, “You might be able to drop a class or two. You’re already a junior in high school full-time and participating in early morning practice and evening practice. You need some time for yourself, you know. I’ll let you even skip morning practices; you need to be mentally aware for both baseball and learning.”
“No, never!” Olakino yelled, suddenly full of life. “I’d never want to give up a baseball practice! I look forward to them each morning!”
Olakino dragged his feet on the short walk from the field back to his own house. Practice was over and it was now time to tell his parents that he was failing two of his classes. “We’re paying for your education and you repay us by failing?” His father was the first to speak after Oliver told them the news. “It’s your senior year and this will ruin all of your chances to get into a good college!”
“And your online college class grades aren’t great either.” His mother pointed out. “It’s not that hard to study and finish your homework.”
“It’s not that easy,” Oliver argued, “I don’t have enough time for everything.”
“Well, how are you going to be a doctor if you can’t manage your time properly?” His father moved his hands to his hips. “I wouldn’t want a doctor who is failing classes and doesn’t have the want to learn.”
“I’m trying!” Oliver threw up his hands and did his best to hold back his tears. “I’m trying so hard! The second I come home I start to work on classwork.”
“Well it’s obviously not enough,” His mother snapped, “If you aren’t taking your education seriously, then I don’t see why we should ever pay for it. Good luck paying for medical school with mountains of student debt.”
“I want to do well; I just don’t have the time for everything!” He shouted. “I’M TRYING!”
“I guess you’ll have to make some adult decisions then,” His father pursed his lips. “After all, you’re an adult now and doctors have to make mature decisions all the time. Or do you just want to give up and be some burger flipper down the street?”
“No, never.” Oliver murmured. “I want to be a doctor.”
Oliver’s parents left the argument like that…open-ended and entirely up to him, but it sure didn’t feel like Oliver had any choice. “I’m quitting baseball,” He told Coach quietly before the next evening practice. He could see the hurt in his eyes.
“Really? I can’t believe it,” Coach rubbed his forehead. “I hope you rethink this decision. I’m having college scouts come to the next few games and I’ve already talked you up.”
Oliver’s heart shattered to pieces. It was his dream to finally become a doctor, but it was also his dream to be drafted by an actual college team and eventually a professional one. “I…just don’t feel the same way about playing anymore,” He lied, “It’s my own decision.”
“Alright, if that’s what you really want,” Coach moved his hand and it was clear he was weeping. “I always thought that you would be the one to make it big. You had that potential. Maybe someday…” He trailed off.
“No, never.”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Dec 30, 2019 17:19:19 GMT -8
“HIS YOUNGER SISTER WHO DRIVES EVERYONE CRAZY” HUHŪ - HENRY ( 035 ) WC: 569 TW: sets up for maximum sadness at the end
Henry laughed as he tossed his younger sister from their fishing boat into the water. She sputtered and spat water out and shook her fist good-naturedly back at him. He was always tasked with keeping Gina busy as she required a lot of patience and attention, but he didn’t mind too much. Even though he was fourteen and she was only nine, they got along pretty well.
Gina did have her moments. She seemed to always misplace things and would get upset when she couldn’t find what she had lost. She experienced mood swings and hated waiting for her turn. Gina endlessly fidgeted with her clothes or her hair and couldn’t seem to help injecting herself into every conversation she could. Their parents tried their best but let Henry in on the real reason they stopped at two kids: they couldn’t stand another child like Gina.
Henry himself found himself exhausted after a long day keeping Gina out of trouble. Summers were the worst since he was on Gina WatchTM the entire day. But he really did love his little sister, and he was her rock, her star, her idol.
Henry had discovered some solid ways of dealing with Gina’s antics. He kept her most used or favorite items in a specific closet so potential meltdowns could be halted rather quickly. He researched different calming exercises and taught them both various breathing and yoga techniques. They practiced small talking with strangers to help her social awareness go up. But their favorite activity to do was fish.
It was strange; fishing would seem to be the bane of Gina’s existence. Fishing was long, tedious, and boring and for someone with focusing problems, it should feel endless. But, Gina threw herself into the sport. When Henry finally convinced their parents to invest some savings into a small fishing boat, Gina spent weeks trying to find the best boat for their budget and decided on (what Henry would call) “a real winner.” Gina called the local fisheries and wildlife department to ask about fishing licenses, types of fish, and ideal bait kinds. Henry’s only job was to buy what she told him and seemed to be going well so far.
Now everyone in the family looked forward to summer; the long summer days were perfect for lazy fishing days and by the end of the day, they usually had recorded up to twenty catches.
“Hey!” Gina pulled herself back into the boat, dipping it uncomfortably close to the water level as she did so. “That’s not fair!”
“How so?” Henry tossed her a towel. It was old and gross but still a lot better than the lake water.
“You’re so much bigger than me,” Gina pouted, “I’m never going to be able to throw you.”
“Maybe one…”
“I will not!” Gina stomped her foot. This friendly argument was crossing into real argument territory and Henry wanted to avoid that.
“Remember, you have to let me finish my sentences,” Henry gently reminded her. “And let’s practice our breathing exercises while we rebait our hooks.”
Gina flopped down onto an overturned bucket that served as a chair. “Sorry, Ree.” She kicked at the side of the boat half-heartedly. “I don’t mean to get so worked up.”
“It’s fine, we’re working through it.” Henry cuffed her on the shoulder. “And remember, by next summer, we might have worked our way up to some ocean fishing.”
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Post by spasticjazzhands on Mar 16, 2021 9:15:46 GMT -8
“GETTING REJECTED” IKEHU - ISABELLA ( 001 ) WC: n/a TW: bottles of alcohol
breakups are rough
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