[Kruxly]

GHOST
Username: Honey~
Name: GSK Fantasma del Futuro // Señorita
Name Meaning(s): Their show name means Ghost Of The Future in Spanish
Prompt: WIP

[aray17]

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[Kenjaku]

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[Griffin Torrens]

PUMPKIN
Username: Griffin Torrens
Name: Jack / Jack of all Trades
Name Meaning(s): "Jack of all trades, master of none, though oftentimes better than master of none." A saying that often has the last part forgotten. It's good to try out for all things!
Prompt:

The pup loved trying everything. He was determined to be a part of everything, unwilling to miss out on a potential fun activity. Sure, he never stuck with it, bouncing off to the next activity in the blink of the eyes, but it was fun. So when he arrived at CreekShadow Kennels, he took on the name Jack.

He was still young when the air grew cold and the trees shed their leaves. October was drawing to a close, and things around the kennel grew a little different. Lights were strung up, and faux cobwebs draped across the fence and kennels. How spooky, Jack thought, staring nervously at a smiling skeleton perched on the fence. However, his latest hobby was buring his bones, just as he'd seen Tadpole doing a few days ago. So with a quick glance to check the other collies were preoccupied, he scrabbled at the fence, jumping as he could.

Jack was too young for agility training, so struggled greatly to get close enough to nab the bone. He was considering asking a larger dog for help when he was swept off the ground. Letting out a little yip, Jack squirmed in the grip until he could see the offender. Griffin was holding him up with an unimpressed look on her face, but the pup wasn't bothered.

"Come on, let's find you something else to do," she mumbled, carrying he pup inside. Jack didn't complain, relishing the attention. He was deposited on the fluffy carpet, and quickly took to rubbing his face along the soft fluff. Jack loved carpet.

He wasn't sure how long he spent scunching up the carpet, but when he next looked up there seemed to be an activity going on. His owners were sat around the table, talking in a positive manner while playing with something. It looked like a ball at first glance, and Jack grew excited. He'd been playing with there fun things when he was even younger, and felt he was pretty good at pushing them. So the collie let out another yip and scrabbled at the table leg. "Let me play, I know how!"

Sharing a look he couldn't read, Jack waited impatiently. Finally Griffin let out a shrug and picked the bean up, placing him on the counter, arms protectively on his side (because he was not a very good balancer). Excited, Jack bounded up to the orange, only to pause a pawstep away. This wasn't round, or shiny. It had bumps, and an open top. Curious, Jack peered over the edge. An array of stringy orange, tough fibre and large seeds sat inside as if hiding.

"It's a pumpkin, for Halloween. You know Jack, the pumpkin king shares your name."

This meant nothing to the pup, even if he had been listening. But he was too focused on the pumpkin, staring curiously at the holes punctured into the sides. It looked almost as if the thing we're staring back at him. Jack didn't like this face, it wasn't exciting enough. He could fix that.

Risking a quick glance behind him, Jack noticed his owners taking between themselves, ignoring him. Perfect! In a flash of red, Jack lunged forwards and wrapped his small jaws across the pumpkin as best as he could. He clamped them down and felt his heart race at the satisfying crunch, the taste funny but not horrible. He knew he only had a few seconds before he was found out, so Jack made the most of it, chewing here and there to partake in this activity.

Just as he expected, surprised gasps were followed by hands pulling him away. And the pumpkin came with him. Tail thumping against his owners arm, the other one wrestled the object from his mouth. Licking up the trail of orange left in his mouth, Jack looked excitedly at his work. It may not have been as defined as what his owner had, but it sure looked more exciting!

Griffin stared in disbelief, before letting out a light-hearted laugh. "Jack! If you wanted to carve a pumpkin, you could have just said!"

Jack looked up at her and barked excitedly, her happy voice enough for him to know he'd done a good job.

"We'll have to get you one next year then."

Because for Jack, he didn't need to practice and be perfect. Having this fun once a year was more than enough for him.

[rainbowspongefactory]

GHOST
Username: rainbowspongefactory
Name: Anne
Name Meaning(s): After Anne Boleyn, one of Henry VIII's wives who was beheaded. Her spirit has been reported in the tower of Church of St Peter ad Vincula.
Prompt:

Patter, patter, patter, BOOM! Anne woke up with a start. It had been thundering all night and the small pup couldn't get one wink of sleep. Every few minutes there was a clash of thunder that woke her up, startling her every time as if it hadn't happened before. This was her first time experiencing thunder and although all the older dogs managed to sleep through it, including her littermates, she just couldn't lay there peacefully with the random loud noises. She curled up in her white blanket, trying one last time to get to sleep and stay asleep.
Patter.....patter....rumble...BANG! Nope, that was her last try tonight. She padded out of her bed and sulked through the narrow corridors of her owners cottage. Her claws clicking against the tiled floor seemed louder than she remembered , even with the rain hitting the windows.
Click, clack, click, clack.....crying? Anne's ears pricked up as she heard sobbing from the next room over. Could that be her owner?
Is she also scared of the scary noises coming from the sky? Anne thought to herself. She ran in to see her owner, Rainbow, cuddled up with her wife as they stared at the box in front of them. As soon as she saw the tears rolling down her owner's cheeks she jumped up concerned.
What's wrong? Why are you sad? She licked the salty tears off her face.
"Don't worry Anne," Rainbow giggled between sobs, "I'm just being silly because a doggy died in this horror film." She looked down at the small puppy who had a concerned look on her face. "Don't worry! It's not real" She added, "Anyway, what are you doing up, silly? Oh is it the thunderstorm outside?" Anne whined as an answer and curled up on her owner's lap, hopefully this would resolve both their problems.
Anne slept much better in the warmth of Rainbow's lap, although she did jump up and scream a lot for no reason, and Rainbow did stop crying and gave the pup lots of strokes and scratches.

[ExVenor]

Changed the end date on these guys and forgot to edit it in here [mentioned it on the Discord] But there is 3-4 hours left before I'll be judging so if you have plans to enter now is the time!

Will be ending tomorrow since I forgot to update over here!

[aexer]

GHOST
Username: aexer
Name: Ephermal Mountain Blizzard, "Yeta"
Name Meaning(s): Named after a character from the legend of zelda (her white nose marking reminded me of the triforce), who undergoes a frightening transformation of her own: (scary face warning)
Prompt:

When Yeta awoke from her evening nap, the house was unusually dark. She had dozed off in the office with her owners working in the room, but now they were nowhere to be seen. She nosed the door open and carefully padded down the stairs—one at a time on her short legs—before catching a familiar scent from further in the house. As Yeta ventured on, she could hear strange noises coming from the living room and saw pulsing light reflecting on the walls. The humans must be watching their box, she thought, tail beginning to wag at the idea of curling up with them to cuddle for the night.

Her paws made nary a whisper on the thick carpet as she approached the familiar scene, and she plopped down to sit right next to the couch. A glance at the screen on the wall made it apparent that this was not her humans' usual entertainment fair; she cocked her head at the tense faces and discordant strings. She looked back at her owners. In the flickering glow of the screen their eyes were wide, and they seemed barely to breathe. Yeta looked at them impatiently. Usually they were quick to scoop her up to join them with plenty of pats and scritches, and she couldn't help but pout upon the unthinkable occurrence of being ignored. The movie had gotten quiet now, and she saw that her owners' hands were clasped tightly to each other's. She decided that enough was enough, and finally let out a...

YIP!

The humans seemed to jump six feet off the couch and let out surprised noises of their own. A bowl tumbled off and rolled to the ground, luckily already emptied of the snacks it once held (but much to Yeta's dismay, as she had hoped for an easy treat). "Yeta, don't sneak up on us you silly puppy! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Her ears perked up at the familiar sound of her name, and her tail wagged faster once again. With the spell broken, she bounded over to the couch and tried her best to climb up on her own, but it was only with the help of her owner's hands that she was finally able to join them. Yeta took her place between the two of them, finally satisfied with the attention. The humans were laughing now, and no longer seemed so frightened of what they were watching. You're welcome!

[hellenistic]

GHOST
Username: baers
Name: ishmael
Name Meaning(s):
> " call me ishmael " is the famous opening of the epic novel Moby Dick.
Prompt:

ishamel, the most rotten boy. he's the biggest sweetheart you'll meet, but he's also the biggest pansy i've ever met. we couldn't even fit his costume on him this year because he had gotten spooked by the sheet. we decided to dress him up as a ghost, as he's about two years old now and we wanted to recreate his puppy pictures from his first halloween.

he doesn't take too kindly to scary things, even things that aren't too scary, such as a opossum roaming the farm, or something as small as a mouse who somehow managed it's way into the barn out back. normally, we try to keep him away from anything spooky, but doesn't always work out as planned. the first time we had watched a spooky movie with ishamel present, was only a year ago, as horror isn't a big topic around this house.

we settled down on halloween night, long after spooking kids and handing out candy. ishamel, thankfully, had been left to wander the house while everyone else was outside celebrating. after everything was finished and cleaned up, the ranch hands went to their homes, and i, along side my husband waltzed back into the house. ishamel wasn't in the immediate vicinity of our gorey costumes, so we took that as a chance to run upstairs and quickly get cleaned up. once we were done, we headed back to the downstairs area, and crashed on our couch, hoarding blankets, and snacks, and ultimately deciding it was movie night for our small little family. opening a bag of gummy worms, i snickered when i heard ishamels heavy feet come charging at the sound of an open bag. "sits" i said and giggled, watching him sit in front of me like the best boy he was. he wasn't getting a gummy worm, no, but he was going to get lots of cuddles and pats for being such a good boy. i patted the free cushion beside me and watched at this big cuddle bug, ishamel, crawls onto the seat beside me and cuddles into my lap, tossing the covers with his muzzle, signaling to me that he wants to be tucked in. i giggle, giving up some of my covers and tucking him in.

"is this a good one?" i hear my husband say. i turn to him and see him snickering at me tucking the dog in, then turn my attention to the screen. "oh, yea!" i say excited, as he's pulling up the movie, The Autopsy of Jane Doe.

The movie begins, and all is well, ishamel is cuddled halfway on the cushion and the other half on my lap, while i'm crammed between ishamel and my husband. it's the first six minutes of the movie, and ishamel is absolutely startled by a scene of one of the main characters throwing some metal tools into a sink. he lets out a huff and looks up at me as i comfort him, petting his soft fur and smiling at him. he settles back down and turn his attention to the screen again. for the next twenty minutes, all is calm, with out attention turned to the screen, even ishamel is watching curiously. once suspenseful music starts playing however, ishamel is back to tossing his head up, but this time, the poor startled boy starts barking. "ishamel!" i chuckled calmly, "honey, it's a movie" i grab him up and give him a hug to calm his nerves. his ears flickered before turning to me and giving me a quick lick on the cheek. "it's okay" i chuckled and patted his head. his big eyes settling on me, then o my husband. he let out a big huff before getting up and stretching out a looong stretch. he looked at me as if to say "this is enough for me" then gently plopped off the couch, and trotted away, out of the room to more than likely to go harass his best pal hannibal.

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PUMPKIN
Username: baers
Name: badden
Name Meaning(s):
> welsh for boar
Prompt:

the first time badden seen a pumpkin was when he was freshly brought to the farm, he was puppy and he had arrived late in fall, however, the first time he saw one of our carvings ? he was a year old and boy, do we have to tell you the story.

badden is one of the most rambunctious collies we have here. he earned that reputation early at his arrival, by sneaking into horse pens, stealing table foods, and grabbing treats out of our hands before we even give him a command. he's trained, definitely, but he's still young and still has plenty more training to do.

it was last october, the ranch was throwing a small get together for the ranch hands and their families, albeit a small get together, it ended up being a really good time. there was apple bobbing, horse riding, a corn maze and to top it all off, pumpkin carving. knowing badden would get into something we wouldn't want him to, we ultimately wanted to keep him inside, however, he's one of the most known collie here at roar street, so a couple of our ranch hands petitioned to get him out and running about while the entire event carried on. the night continued as a normal night, with badden surprisingly behaving himself other than stealing food from one of the smaller kids. he behaved himself around the horses, around the ranch hands and kids, and was very pleasant to be around. now, don't get me wrong, he wasn't a bad dog, he isn't now and wasn't then, he was just a lot to handle. it wasn't until later in the night however, that badden decided to turn back to being a sneaky little pup.

we pulled out the pumpkins, varying in all colors and sizes, from whites, and tans, to oranges and even a green one here and there. this didn't peek baddens interest in the slightest, but when everyone began cutting into the pumpkins and gutting them, this peeked his interest greatly. he scurried from table to table, sniffing the slimy discarded substances and even getting ready to steal portions of the discards before being shewed away. each time he was rejected from stealing any of the remaining pumpkin guts, he would huff and trot away to another pile he might get away with. once baddens mission to steal the guts had failed greatly, he let out a snort and watched everyone, as they began carving their pumpkins. he sat for a while like that, as if trying to map out a plan to simply steal and eat the guts of a pumpkin, but once the first pumpkin was finished, he knew he had to check it out. off to the far end of the gathered people, a smaller youngin' had finished his pumpkin, with his family helping him clean up. they gave the small boy high-fives and compliments on how well he had carved out a spooky face on a big fat, bright orange pumpkin.

"lets go get your hands washed off," the young boys mother said with a soft smile. badden watched as the mother and the young boy scurried off and disappearing into the ranch house. the father was still there however, but he was helping another young boy, presumably the others brother, carve out a dragon. badden took this as his chance, and slowly trotted up to the table, tail wagging as if he had won a treat lottery. he hopped onto the bench beside the father, and this startled the father at first, but the man laughed and patted badden. this man was a newer ranch hand, and wasn't too informed on baddens sly nature. once the man was done patting badden, badden sat there for a slight second, making sure the mans attention would be back on the young boy, but as soon as it did, badden flickered his ears, hearing the houses doors open. it was the young boy and his mother, coming back to get the pumpking. badden took his only opportunity and quickly grabbed jack-o-lantern by the carved holes and darted off with it. the family began yelling and chasing him, he wouldn't stop though, until the ranch owner got involved. by this time, there were extra holes in it from badden chewing on it while he ran away. the ranch owner tried to pry it out of his mouth but badden didn't budge. finally, badden released, only if a chunk of the pumpkin was still in his mouth. taking his "reward," he happily trotted back into the ranch house, and nawed on his chunk of pumpkin.

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[ExVenor]

GHOST
Username: aexer
Name: Ephermal Mountain Blizzard, "Yeta"
Name Meaning(s): Named after a character from the legend of zelda (her white nose marking reminded me of the triforce), who undergoes a frightening transformation of her own: (scary face warning)
Prompt: -snip-[/size][/list]

PUMPKIN
Username: baers
Name: badden
Name Meaning(s):
> welsh for boar
Prompt:
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congrats to you both!

[hellenistic]

e thank you ♥