Inktail

2016-2017, a little in 2018. V-Day reunion 2019! :D

Don't have AEs.

Irish dance, violin, drawing, writing.

Few people know this, but I've been taking dance and violin for nearly 9 years now!

Favorite quote: "No matter how gifted you are, you alone cannot change the world." -L, L: Change the WorLd

Piece of writing: “C’mon, follow me.” The two headed all the way up the seven or so flights of stairs all the way to the roof. When they got out of the stairwell, Jack gasped aloud at the view.

It was beautiful. 

The stars shone bright white against the dark, navy sky, twinkling like nobody’s business. The streetlights flickered far, far down below, and horses clomped quietly past on the road. He was silent for a moment as he tried to take it all in.

Sammy chuckled behind him and Jack turned around, mouth still open. “Pretty, ain’t it?” Sammy said softly. Jack closed his mouth and nodded. 

Aw, this is a great idea!

-I'm Quill!

-I joined on May 7, 2017.

-My AEs are Ace, Harper, and Caribbean.

-My hobbies are reading and writing, singing, acting, drawing, and cross-stitching.

-I love writing, and I want to be either an author, teacher, or maybe a therapist when I grow up.

-My favorite quote is: "Life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom." -Louisa May Alcott

And here's a piece of art that I'm pretty proud of. 

Name: LilyPad 

- When you joined/was active on the CB

I can't remember...I think I joined late 2017? Anyway, I've been on and off since then.  

- Hobbies

I love rock climbing, softball, talking to people and dreaming.  

- Something about yourself

I'm a feminist, I love animals and I can never stop writing.  

Favourite qoute:

It doesn't matter how fast you go as long as you never stop.  

I think this is a really great idea! 

Name: Viola?

When you joined: July 11th, 2017

Snippet from a thread/post you want to remember or think is important: Thank you both, but I believe I understand what is allowed in sexuality and romance. I was inquiring as to whether it's okay for Nymph to be a gender other than female sometimes, or for Sea Glass to be neither a girl or a boy. The thing is that my concept of them both extends outside of strictly either female or male, and changing their gender to fit that would make it easier to know how they really are. I don't want to offend anyone or break the rules, but it can be difficult when I don't know what the rules of this subject are. So I would like to clarify that in order to make better decisions.

Yes, both these situations are perfectly fine. Go ahead and start writing, @Viola? and we will let you know if anything crosses the line.

-Admin 

Introduce your AEs if you have them: Okay... So, Nymph was my first AE, and from the beginning she’s been an unlimited shapeshifter and a queen/caretaker of several forests who speaks in bold italics. Her introduction thread was not my first post on the CB, but it was the one that I considered to officially make me a CBer. She’s partially based off of my past self, and while I worry about whether her abilities make her OP, I’m somewhat reassured when I think about her character flaws, which comprise most of her personality. Words I’ve used to describe her include bold, impulsive, arrogant, antisocial, awkward, irritable, competitive, snarky, mischevious, bossy, not afraid to make enemies, blunt, heastrong, quick to judge and act, dramatic, volatile, self-reliant, fiercely independent, protective, and surprisingly calm and mature at times. The other day I said she’ll keep the world at bay for someone who’s crying, and also that she’ll hate you unconditionally for as long as she remembers to if you get on her bad side. She hates shipping but has somehow attracted multiple suitors; her first ship was Leeli’s Devin, who she liked but broke up with when he found out that, despite her pronouns, she’s gender-fluid. Somehow she didn’t take offense. Her current ship is moonlightelf’s Ivy, who she never sees and barely knows, and June’s Max has a crush on her. She’s also had some conflicts with other AEs; Hugh, who I think is/was Vyolette’s, she had one argument with, and she and Rogue Wilding’s Ocean Song (who has since been replaced) had a not inconsiderable fight. It escalated rapidly, almost to blows, and ended both messily and painfully. A similar thing almost happened with Rogue’s Captain Xanara, but Sea Glass managed to prevent it. Speaking of Sea Glass, xe is my beloved aporagender cinnamon roll, lonely but so awkward xe often chooses to stay alone. Speaking in an overly polite and archaic manner and also italics, xe is the sweetest and most nervous thing, and also has a set appearance: Long sandy blonde hair and ocean-colored eyes, with soft features, an androgynous build, and a bit of a tan, dressed in pastels and piles of bracelets. Xe likes helping, mediating and long walks on the beach, and may have reclusive moody periods in which xyr niceness temporarily weakens or dissolves. Xe is mortally afraid of offending or hurting anyone, though, and of being disliked, so xe tries to avoid conflict at all costs. I introduced xyr as a girl, but it never really fit, so after a while we retracted that and spent a little while figuring out gender identity and pronouns. Xe is shipped with Stardust’s Celeste and it’s adorable as heck. 

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Hobbies: Reading, writing, drawing, singing, listening to music and podcasts, watching YouTube, random crafts...

Something about yourself: I want to be a polyglot, among other things. I feel like I’m known for my art, being weird and liking cats. I can be a very difficult person in some ways, and I’m a little self-conscious about it. 

A piece of your art or writing: This will show up at the bottom, but here’s a picture of... gosh, what do I want to post a picture of. I’ll just go with my most recent drawing. ...hey, it’s that drawing of Stardust I’m unreasonably happy with. I might color that, actually. 

Favorite quote: I don’t have one? But I guess that one about fear is pretty good. You know—“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it is gone, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain.” I suppose there’s also “If you come across a Beast, a Troll or a Giant, do not run or call for help, but stand still, stay silent. It might go away.” Applicable to Internet trolls.

This is pure genious. Kudos to you, Icy! (PS, has anyone seen her around lately?)

- Name: Soren, irl name Eliza

- When you joined/was active on the CB: I joined May 6, 2018, and I'm still active. 

- Snippet from a thread/post you want to remember or think is important: I think if you just read my posts on the poetry thread, you'll see how I've improved under the influence of all y'all who are so stinkin' good that I just want to write and get better. The link probably won't work, but here it is anyways:

http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/puddingsplace/node/315784 

- Introduce your AEs if you have them: Levana, female, about 10 in appearance. My mature, introverted, sacrastic, smart, deep side that stands in the middle of my badroom and just spaces out for 20 minutes straight and reads until midngith during the summer. Sage, female, 12 in appearance. My extroverted, immature, random, weird side that makes 'yo mamma's out of almost eveything and invented the endangered Yeeting Ferretgoat. Dewy, female, 15 in appearance. She is me in my soul- desperately wants to be grateful, brave, kind, and really just do something good for the world, just to make it a better place. Dewy is musical, modest, unsure of herself, thoughtful, and self-consious. 

- Hobbies: reading, writing, video gaming, singing, thinking, spacing out.

- Something about yourself: I go to a Catholic school! There are only 41 kids in my whole grade.  

- A peice of your art or writing: here's a short story I did for Rogue's writing contest:

The Gesture of Heart

My chin droops down onto the bottom of my neck, a breeze playing around with my hair, trailing it onto the sides of my face and entangling it with my eyelashes, obscuring a fraction of my vision. My footfalls are heavy and flat, resounding through the thin, glasslike air pressing in around me. The wind tickles the remaining autumn leaves on their branches, sending half of them twirling away, billowing wherever fate pleases. Some perform a dance and touch down on the road, awaiting cars, just to be strewn about once more from the force of rolling tires. Some get pinned up against the sides of buildings and flap around helplessly before shimmying to the side and escaping. Still others gently sway down and fall onto the sidewalk, soaking in the memories of all kinds of people walking upon that very spot, each with their own cares and dreams and stories.

One particular leaf launches onto the back of my head, nesting itself in between a few strands of carmel-strawberry blonde locks. Gently, I bend my arm back and with one freckled, bony, dirty hand, remove it from my hair. My arm outstretched, I hold the crunchy piece of Autumn itself in my palm, watching as it is swept away once more.

My light hair shines white in certain spots under the influence of the Sun, blazing down upon us with none of its warming affect taking place. I watch as the shaft of sunlight moves with my footsteps.

Across the street, someone opens a pop container. I hear the telltale sound of the tab being wrenched up, the fizzle of carbonation. My shoulders quiver slightly, and my fingers go to my shawl, clawing at it, desperately fumbling to absorb more warmth from it. I watch my legs as they strike out in front of my body, moving confidently even with no place to go.

I hear a car about to streak by. So as not to be seen, I turn my head away from it. My green eyes travel from the ground up to a stretch of green, short grass, followed by a small cemetery. The toes of my worn sneakers scuff up against the pavement as I stop abruptly.

I scrape the bottoms of my already-worn-to-nothing shoes across the sidewalk until my whole body is pivoted to face the small graveyard. I exhale sharply, and the small huff hangs in the air, waiting- for what is a mystery. My eyes wander across the lawn, seeing the crisscrossing rows and patterns, the different shapes and sizes of the tombstones. Seeing that some have flowers and small trinkets laid respectfully at their bases, while others are bare and lonely, standing stoic. Tiptoeing, I weave around the tombstones and find one with no gifts offered to the memory and legacy of the person buried underneath. Carefully, almost so as not to wake the slumbering person below, I lean over and sink down to the ground to read the saying:

Evelyn Grace DiCosta

Dear wife

Dear daughter

1937-2015

“Do not mourn me, do not weep over the loss of me… I knew from the very beginning I would be gone, someday, somehow. And you should learn it too, if you haven’t already- that we play in a game called Living, and death is the end result, whether it be winning or losing. Bring not small gifts to honor me; instead, bring your memories and your love, and your mind that you may gain wisdom from this.”

I blink, astounded by the words and message scrawled onto this slab of stone, sitting here with unnoticed wisdom waiting around for the next lonely soul to stop by and heed its words and advice. My fingers- trembling for whatever reason- reach up like a beggar to the people in the streets, requesting water and trace the indented quote.

And suddenly, the realization hitting me like ocean waves lapping serenely at my bare feet, I feel so lucky to be living, to be human, to be me, me of all the people in this universe, able to call this human my spirit resides in myself. My eyes widen as I truly comprehend this spectacular phenomenon, this miracle, this mystery now so common and woven into the fabric of what is real so easily we never stop to grasp how insane being yourself actually is.

My fingers claw at the tombstone in desperation, shocked by my epiphany. I let my head fall onto the stone, feeling the rough surface tear at my skin. It feels good. I let my lips hang open, let my breath come deep and shuddering. I am me, a young woman, a person fumbling in the dark, trying to take hold of any clue about where I might go next. I am made of of tiny details that shape me into who I am- my shoelaces are always untied. I never look directly ahead, always down or to the side or up. I hold my tongue to the roof of my mouth when I’m nervous. I hate using straws. A ll of these things and many, many more that make me separate, my own.

Biting my lip, I force myself to stop the tears- Evelyn requested that I not weep for her. I feel I owe her something; maybe respecting her wishes could repay her. I breathe, then stand, my legs feeling weak. I squeeze them tight, barking a command from my soul to my brain to be strong. I press two fingers to my chapped lips and turn them to face Evelyn’s tombstone. A silent salute to the one who unknowingly gave me what my heart needed. A gesture to a soulful, wise woman I never had the pleasure of knowing.

I feel as though a pound of gunk has been removed from inside of me as I depart from the cemetery. Somehow, I know I will never be the same after today. Someday, I will feel like all of the bad things have come hurtling after me and slamming into my stomach, sending me flying backwards, not knowing how long it will take until I can breathe again… and then I will remember today, and maybe I will remember this feeling and know that it will all be fine, soon enough. 

- favourite qoute: "And though she be but little, she is fierce."  

- Name: Catsclaw

- When you joined/was active on the CB: Joined sometime July 2017, and still goin' strong!

- Snippet from a thread/post you want to remember or think is important: Ohh... I can't think of any right now.

- Introduce your AEs if you have them: This is Lydia, my bookish, nerdy AE, this is Reg, my crazy AE, and this is Blazestar, my cat AE.

- Hobbies: DnD, reading, Python.

- Something about yourself: I could be an AE, I'm so bookish. 

- A piece of your art or writing:

In 2742, citizens from the burned-out world of Earth arrived at the
distant sun Kaepria Alpha-Gamma in their intersteller spaceship, the UEG
Unity. They awoke from their cryo-sleep chambers, as they had
seventy-seven times before. They surveyed the system quickly, knowing
that either they would go back to the cryo-sleep chambers without
feeling ground beneath their feet, or they would find a planet suitable
for life. They surveyed seven planets before coming to the last two.

The last two were twins, orbiting like each other's moons. The first
was seemingly uninhabitable, though it looked almost like Earth, burned
out by a long dead civilization. But the second planet. . . Goldilocks
would have been proud to see such a just-right planet. The seas were
blue and deep, and clouds filled the sky over lush, green fields and
forests. The colony ship drew closer, the inhabitants wondering if this
was just a dream. But in their half-sleeping minds, they forgot to check
for hostiles.

As they drew into orbit around the inhabitable planet, a
streak of flame shot from nowhere, striking their Antimatter drive. The
captain looked opon the scene with horror, jolted out of her reverie,
and quickly ordered the seperation of the main engine module. However,
they now only had their Ion boosters, which could not get them out of
the blast radius in time. The captain ordered that all shields be
raised, but knew it would not be enough. In a strike of genius, she
ordered that the shields on the Antimatter drive be raised, and ordered
they make an emergency entry into the atmosphere of the planet. And then
the matter and the Antimatter finally touched. An explosion rocked the
Unity, blowing out all four boosters and sending them hurtling into the
atmosphere at seventeen times the speed of sound. The captain issued a
final order before being struck dead by a flying shard of metal. "Leave,
all of you!" she screamed, "My heart is with you!". Fifteen escape pods
flew from the unity. Only four made it to the surface. Even as the
Earthens stepped out onto solid ground for the first time in three
hundred years, they cried. Even as they saw the sun rise, they cried.

For seventeen months after the landing, the sixty-nine survivors
(the pods each carried twenty people, but eleven died after the landing)
eked out a meager existance, only barely surviving. And indeed, some
didn't. An extra eight people died from sickness, and four more from other causes, such as being gored by a creature
that looked suspiciously like the fabled dragons from human myth, or
being stabbed by a manticore-like creature. One day, however, their
suspicions were proven, when a party of hunters led by the elected
leader of the Earthans, Lieutenant Peter Stone, traveled into a forest
that was... Greener than the others. They were eventually surrounded by
ten tall pointy-eared creatures, who referred to themselves as "the
Elven" and spoke in a heavily accented form of English they called
Common. Peter managed to convinced the leader of the Elven of the
Earthen's good intentions, and the Elven helped the Earthens
establish a colony on a river nearby. Now, the important thing for your
understanding of this world is that the Earthens accidentally traveled
through an interplanar/interdimensional rift, and somehow managed to
travel to this world's mirror image of Earth, and many of the creatures
on this world had leaked into the dreams of Earthens.

4264 years later, in 7006, a group of Earthens splintered
from the Earthen empire, calling themselves the True Rulers. They
beleived that other creatures only existed for Earthens to enslave.
Through a series of dark rituals, they turned themselves into a race of
darkness, the Shadowsworn. They fought a terrible war, the War of the
Gem, against all other creatures, including humans, which raged for
three hundred years, until a half elven, half human hero, her name lost
to time, ended it by destroying the Shadowgem, a source of dark power. 

It's now 8342, and the Earthens' odyssey to Khapria has been
forgotten, but the War of the Gem has not. The Shadowsworn's influence
has not faded away, and monsters haunt the world. Suddenly, omens abound
warn of an army of Shdowsworn coming from another world, with weapons
of dark magic not seen for three million years. 

- favourite qoute

I Oh, this is fun! 

Tuxedo Kitten

I joined three years ago.

No AEs! 

I like sketching, hanging out with friends and reading memes.

I come from a family of all girls (Except my dad, but I don’t see him much.) I’m the youngest in my family!

This is something I drew just a day or so ago. I liked how it turned out!

Well, this is one of my favorite by Reagan, “If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be one nation gone under.” 

Aquamarine, Aqua sometimes

2018 haha im so newwww

LAST TO POST HERE WINS!!!

MWAHAHAHAHA!!! I'M WINNING!!! 

Alizarine

I joined the CB on Jan. 31st, 2k18, and I'm still active.

My AEs are kinda rarely used, but they're there XD

Hello! My name is Brynn and such... Uh, not sure what else to say. I like racoons...? Actually, I like most things tbh. I love to cook, although I'm not an expert on it-

Understatement. 

-Ok thx, Skye. I'm a pretty extroverted and bubbly person, and I'm probably pretty funny. XD

...Right. My name is Skye, I like cats more than originally I thought I would, I'm a bit sarcastic, I'm a minimalist, and my favorite music genre is downtempo trip hop.

:O

What?

Nothing I was just yawning XD

...we can't yawn because we don't sleep because we aren't real.

You don't say :O

My hobbies are reading, making videos, and   t h i n k i n g  a b o u t   n o n s e n s e

I love how watercolor looks but I'm not good at using it XD

Here's some writing I did recently:

6 am
Kierke, HR 289   

The sun rose. It was the same brilliant gold it had been the day before, but it had since shrunk.

It was a tired sort of brilliance.  

Qusent opened the front door and looked out into the morning. Despite the sunrise, the sky was still a dark blue, and the street lamps had yet to burn out. There had been no snow for years, but a thick layer of sparkling frost rested on the roofs of the village.   

Silver, purple, gold. 

Colors of royalty, Qusent thought.

Dead royalty.   

The sun rose slowly- nervously- into the dark sky.  

"If you are allergic to a thing, it best not to put that thing in your mouth- particularly if that thing is cats." -Lemony Snicket