[freybugg]

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Hey I'm ~RedWolf~ and I love wolves, Dragons, Cats and all animals really! but lets not talk about me but the Pseudodragon here I'm hoping to become friends with...
name:
He named himself Ace for unknown reasons...I think he did it just because it sounded cool. So him to do that. Well, lets continue shall we?
gender:
male and if you say he's a girl in-front of him, you better stay awake at night.
song:
{Black Cat-Mayday Parade}
One art piece of him so cute. CUTE. DAWW. kind of cute:

He's Painting!
Lookee!
Try to make him look cute do'in something..did it work? he is painting a heart! Aww..
Plus I found this bellow and couldnt help but add it 'cause it fit him XD

So true thou' ....XD I luv this

[Valesfer]

extended till monday <3

good luck.

[Micki.]

username:

Micki.

name:

Twain
meaning;; Split in Two

Named for his OCD.

gender:

male

song:

Pompeii- Bastille

One story about his fear:

(My art program is not working, so I can't draw a piece of art of him like originally planned. :c)

Pit-pat. Pit-pat.

Creeeeeeeeek.

The old, wooden floorboards let out a hiss under the strain of weight. The ropes hanging from the drapes snapped from the force of the wind coming in from the open window. The wind howled in protest, and the trees outside swayed and snapped. All screaming in perfect time, all screaming in warning.

A small figure lay in bed, hidden under the covers. He shivered, suddenly cold from the draft down stairs, and woke to the howling of wind. He could hear the faint footsteps and moaning of the wood as someone walked up the stairs. His heart beat in his chest, and he bit his lip nervously. Surely he was imagining it. He reached his hand up timidly and fingered the edge of the cover to make sure it was still above his head. Gulping, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the growing sound of the footsteps.

Without warning, the footsteps cease. The small figure under the covers held his breathe, trying desperately not to make a sound. His heart was beating faster and faster, and louder and louder, so loud he was sure that the stranger could hear it. Involuntarily, the boy's eyes fluttered open.

Suddenly, light flooded over him, shining clearly through the thin blanket. What was this stranger doi-

"Son, why aren't you sleeping?"

He threw the covers back and ran to the tall, thin figure in the doorway.

"Daddy! You're home! You didn't tell us you were coming!" His voice was full of joy and all of his fears were forgotten.

"What's the point of surprises if you know about them, silly goose?"

The boy looked down at his feet and shuffled them, thinking hard before he answered, "Nothing, I guess."

His father chuckled and mussed his hair playfully, "Exactly. Now, let's get you to bed."

The man picked up the boy and threw him over his shoulder. He circled around the room several times, buzzing like an airplane, before he finally tossed the giggling boy onto his bed. The man sat down on the edge of his bed and tucked in his son, kissing him on the cheek before getting up.

"Goodnight, son. See you tomorrow."

The light was gone again, and the sound of his father's footsteps slowly faded away. He sighed and happily pulled the covers over his head. Closing his eyes, he couldn't remember the scary thoughts any longer.

Until the knock.

Just one, single knock.

The boy's eyes jolted open and he looked, wide-eyed around under his covers. There was no other sound to be heard, so surely it was just his imagination. Yes, surely it was his imagination...

And yet.. It has been so clear, so vivid.. Too clear to be his imagination..

He knew that your mind could play tricks on you, especially if you were sleepy. His father has told him that a long time ago, and it had happened before, but somehow this was different. It had seemed so vivid.. so much more real than anything he could remember imagining. Was it possible there had really been a knock? No, of course not.

He closed his eyes again, and finally, after convincing himself that he had imagined the knock, fell asleep. Hours later, he woke up. A soft, cold object pressed tightly over his face. It smelled lightly of laundry detergent, he realized, about the same time that he realized he couldn't breathe. He felt something cold touch his neck and the last thing he saw was the face of an unfamiliar man looming over him.

Over and over and over and over.

That's how often I imagine this scene. It plays in my head over and over and over nonstop, sometimes for weeks at a time. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get away from it. When I sleep, I see it in my dreams. When I'm awake, I think about. But then sometimes I'll go months, even years without ever thinking of it again.

Sometimes I'm the boy. Sometimes I'm the father. Sometimes, more often than not, I'm the killer.

I look down at my hands and in one eye I see gray liquid dripping down my arm. In the other eye, I see a red smudge of blood running down my arm.

And I remember..

I am the monster.

(In case you can't tell; his biggest fear is being a monster, and he often thinks his OCD will make him a monster. Despite his OCD and his bouts of imagining this scene over and over, he's generally quite happy, active and lives a nice life.)

[squints]

↬username:
↬name:
Alexandros
↬gender:
male
↬song:
A Hero Must Die
↬What is there to fear?:

"The only way to reach immortality, is if far after your death, you are spoken about"

[husky.]

username; husky.
name; Skarpr {skar-puh, meaning 'sharp'}
gender; male
song; Sarajevo by The Hoosiers
art; He tries to be gentle, but I don't think the rabbit is too happy.

[thorn.]

username; kitty bear-------------------
name; lucifer---------------------------
gender; male-----ˣ----------------------
song; Step Out - José González---------

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ˣˣ---ˣ----------adrenaline - brave - ironically vegetarian - thoughtful - calm - fatherly

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ˣˣ---ˣ--------one of the many stories of Lucifer

story about his personality; The morning's rays shone across the frosty land, awakening most to begin their day. Lucifer had already well begun his day, and enjoyed a breakfast atop a large, rocky mountain. Lucifer was born in the tropics like most Pseudodragons are, but all the humidity and wildlife didn't fit his tastes.. which explains how he constantly winds up in areas like the one he's currently in- Greenland. He enjoys the scarce industries, and teeming nature from mountains and forests. The one thing he appreciates most is the placidness of these said areas.
Lucifer's tail curled around his flank while he laid on his stomach, chewing on a freshly caught field mouse. Lucifer often chooses the vegetarian lifestyle, but guiltily has his binges here and there. After he finished his small meal, he picked a few wild strawberries to cover his sheepish pleasure while he trotted down the uneven slope. Rocks shifted under his gait, making it difficult to walk across; however Lucifer thrived for these small dangers. He definitely has the adrenaline junky mentality; which is a reason why he lives more of a nomadic life. He hopped from one rock to another, enjoying himself with this simple activity. His ears perked forward when a mountain goat decided to jump onto his rock. Lucifer's tail flickered while he sat, standing his ground simply by denying to leave the spot. Due to Lucifer's small size, the mountain goat paid no attention to what thought to be a lizard, and went on with his direction. Lucifer's ears pinned down to his skull while he watched the mountain goat gain more distance between themselves, thinking to himself and he walked on.

How am I ever going to be taken seriously when I'm so small? His grumpy attitude from a sudden realization vanished when he came across a stream. His eyes lit up as he quickly rock-hopped down to the running waters, and slowly dip his forearms into it. The coldness of the crisp water didn't faze him from dipping his snout in to take a long drink. Nothing could compare to natural running water. When he raised his skull, he noticed a small mammal staring back at him. The bird like creature's head tilted in confusion at the sight of a stranger, however it's bill was fast to open and drown Lucifer in questions.

"Have you seen my mommy?! I've lost her. I don't know where she's gone. Can you help me? What are you? Where did you come from? Did you see my mommy back there?" Lucifer's eyes grew, unsure of what to say or do. He gave a quick glance down the stream, but no mother was in sight.

"I'm sorry but I do not see your mother. Have you tried swimming down the stream some? She may be waiting for you." After giving the advice, Lucifer decided to leave to carry on with his travels, but the cry from the- what he learned was a duckling- stopped him in his tracks.

"I don't know where she's at! I'm all alone!" The duckling looked desperate, and at this point had just crossed the stream over to Lucifer's side. Lucifer looked at the duckling, and looked around for several minutes while the duckling kept squawking. The squawking and cries of help unsettled Lucifer, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he left the duckling behind, all alone. He knew having the duckling would be more trouble to him then desired, but it was the right thing to do in his mind.

"Ok, shh. Shh... It's ok. You can tag along with me until we find your mother, ok?" Without missing a beat the duckling agreed, and off went the duo. Lucifer and the duckling remained traveling companions until a few months later when the duckling- now a duck- had to move on to find it's flock. Lucifer still cherishes the time they had together, and hopes to find himself meeting back up with the duckling in the future.

One thing he'll always remember would be sitting on the rock along a lake, watching the duckling tag along with a different flock, hoping they'd lead the bird to it's original flock.

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[Dewey]

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username ; Dewey
name ; Damian
gender ; male ♂
song ; Bad Blood -- Bastille
One art piece of him so cute ; larger version

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[Valesfer]

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Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:

ＰｕｒｐｌｅＫａｋａｓｈｉ

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:

Ｍａｌｅ ♂

Sᴏɴɢ:

ＲＥＤ - Ｈｏｌｄ Ｍｅ Ｎｏｗ

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Nᴀᴍᴇ:

Dａｍｉｒ
Slavic elements dati "to give" and mir "peace".

Oɴᴇ ᴀʀᴛ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ:

The art piece is of Damir with his would be mate,
my Pseudodragon Cánt ❤

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SO SORRY this took sooooo long to judge guys. Life is very busy and then i had a hard time picking too, no thx to you guys! lol. The owner is PurpleKakashi. Seriously the art. That's all. Everyone else your art (and stories) are fabulous and don't let this diture you from other pseudos!! You did make it hard to choose a winner <3

[claypigeon]

congrats <333 adorable art! i have no art to give, sorry!

[薄桜鬼]

Congratulations, PurpleKakashi.
Take great care of Demir.