[skarekrowkid]

round #5 has started! please see the original post for the prompt!

[avoxx]

username: Avoxx
dog name: Momo
dog gender: Female
prompt:

It was a cold autumn day, the leaves were falling down on a small village near 中之条町, the sun setting slowly in the distance. 収穫 was walking to make a final pass of the farming areas, accompanied by レモン. As they walked, they came across a small basket, they thought nothing of it, thinking it was just one of the kids helping collect peaches and forgetting about bringing back the bundle they had made. 収穫 said that レモン should open the bundle, just to double-check that it was in fact something they needed to bring back today, as the golden glow of the setting sun was fading.

(accompany with a drawing of 収穫 and レモン holding a small basket covered in peach leaves with a pink and white striped cloth inside.)

レモン hesitantly agreed to open up the basket, fearing it may contain rotten peaches or something otherwise unpleasant, but instead, they found a small, pink pup inside. Upon sight of this small, helpless pup, レモン gasped a bit, turning to 収穫 in search of any guidance, but to no avail. After some gawking and staring at the small pup, 収穫 finally said something. “一緒に持って行こうか? [Should we take it with us?] ”, which they both agreed to, and with レモン still clutching the basket, they began to walk back to the village.

Sunlight drained fast, leaving the autumn hues drained and cloaked in darkness by the time レモン and 収穫 got back home to the village. The sound of cicadas near drowned out any chatter, but the village was lit by paper lanterns, in the middle stood a great tree, where everyone was gathered that night. The duo immediately went to find their elders, finding them all chatting away with some of the younger kids.

Sat upon a stump was a large cream dog, light brown flecked her pelt, illuminated by fireflies in a jar beside her. “桃太郎の話を聞きたいですか？[Would you like to hear the story of momotaro?] ” She said to the group of pups surrounding her, seeing the nods and happiness on their faces at the idea of being told one of their favorite stories. レモン pranced over to her, huffing a little “カブリー！私はあなたに何かを示す必要があります、これは本当に重要です！[Cabry! I need to show you something, this is really important!] ” レモン said as he rested a paw on Cabry’s shoulder.

“何？何か間違っているレモンですか？[What? Is something wrong lemon?] ”

[prettying up and adding drawings later, just getting my post out! also still writing! this is way too incomplete for it to be "done" :3]

[apricott]

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✨ Ａｐｏｌｌｏ Ｌｉｃｈｔｅｎ ✨
greek god of sun and music; to raise, to lift up

Username;; apricott
Dog Gender;; male
Theme Song;; ice cold. by half alive
Playlist;; peachy dreams
Favourite artists;; Caspar Friedrich,
half alive, Sylvan Esso, Philipp Runge

Likes;;
plums, warmth, shorts, sweaters, green,
orange, soft textures, eureka moments
Disikes;;
rushing, geese, sweet cakes, clarinets,
wide pants, tight shirts, purple
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Quirks;; Apollo has a habit of lifting his right hand's pinky up no matter what he does, it comes from having scratched it pretty bad as a kid and the habit stuck even after he took his bandaid off. He likes collecting stickers and putting them on his belongings. He also tends to hum and whistle to himself.
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Apollo has always seemed incredible goal-oriented. He hasn't always been the best with school work nor with other responsibilities, but his parents have let him pass because he's always showed a strong sense of willpower with the things that he does set his mind to. He's always been mindful of at least passing school and he's been pretty okay with fulfilling his responsibilities, he just never goes above and beyond with the things that he didn't choose to do. With the things that he does choose, however, he seems to become a perfectionist about, exhibiting incredible patience and sometimes even forgetting to take care of himself when he's trying to do his best at whatever he chose to do at the time. He's a little oblivious with other people too, never being sure if what he's doing is right and how the other person is feeling, but he always makes sure to at least ask because, despite not knowing what's going on, he cares and wants to understand.

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Ｉ ｗａｎｎａ ｓｅｅ ｙｏｕ ｗａｋｅ ｕｐ!
Shake free of all these hang ups! Your heart is filling with glory!

Aesthetics;; warm summer breeze, red maple leaves, caramel apples, homegrown
carrots, puzzle pieces clicking into place, tangerine season, slow walks in early
autumn, sugar water, wild flowers, rustling leaves, calico cats, warm evenings
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Favourite Genre;; rap, indie pop
Least Favourite Genre;; grunge
Favourite Instrument;; ukulele, guitar
Least Favourite Instrument;; clarinet,
the triangle, xylophone

Dream Career;; radio personality
Habits;; read something new every
day, play at least 30 minutes of ukulele
every day, play guitar at least 5 times
a week
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Insecurities;; not actually being as good at music as he thinks he is, not being
good at anything but music, not being taken seriously with a ukulele, his poems not
being good enough.
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Apollo remembers loving art for as long as he can remember himself. He's always loved staring at statues and paintings, not being sure how anyone could make something like that, and reading stories that have taken him to all kinds of places, but music has always been in a special place in his heart. He's had a vide variety of music around him even before birth, as his father is a member of a marching band and his mother is a hobbyist musician. His mom had always taken Apollo to his dad's shows and played songs on the piano for him. His mom noticed that he had a strong interest in music and found it easy to pick up the piano, so both she and his dad decided that Apollo should be enrolled in a music school as soon as possible.

Being a charming kid and with parents that are friends with the teachers, Apollo got to try out a lot of instruments. He even got to participate in what was called and "orchestra" in his music school, but it was a lot messier than a real orchestra. He got a lot of friends in his art school and, as he got older, he was allowed to try out more and more instruments, but none of them ever stuck that well. That is, until he was given to play the guitar. Soon after that, he also picked up the ukulele and went off in search of private teachers instead, because he found what he wanted to learn.

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Ｔｈｉｓ ｂｅａｕｔｙ ｉｎ ｆｏｃｕｓ
is dwelling in the depths of you, a desperate longing to break through!

Favourite Fruit;; plums, peaches
Least Favourite Fruit;; pears
Favourite drink;; iced tea
Least Favourite Drink;; kefir
Notable Skills;; playing instruments,
public speaking, cheering people up

Strengths;;
charismatic, caring, dedicated, diligent,
patient, open-minded
Weaknesses;;
reckless, oblivious, irresponsible, easily
agitated, absent-minded
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Fears;; Apollo is incredibly afraid of rabbits. He was bit by his friend's rabbit pretty badly as a little kid and has been pretty scared of them ever since. He's also not too keen on small spaces and prefers stairs over elevators by a mile. A more subtle fear is that he's still a little afraid of the dark, but not enough for it to be obvious to anyone he hangs out with, especially since it's easier for him to deal with when in company.
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Parallel to learning how to play instruments, he also learnt how to write stories and poems. He started off pretty rough, as most people do, but stuck with it, and slowly developed his writing skills. He did grand in literature because he could defend his opinions with a nice flow and good arguments, both of which stemmed from having written hundreds of stories he kept to himself. Around early highschool, he shared his poems with a few friends, which landed him in the underground poetry scene. It was incredible for him, to get feedback on his writing, hear about what others' have written and going up on stage to read his poems out loud once in a while too. It started off as him reading alone, a little shy, and slowly escalated to learning specific rhythms for his poems and even asking his friends to participate. The poems he read never passed just percussion on stage, but he tried to think of melodies to play to the poems that were best received outside of the poetry events.

Things slowly took off, and Apollo became something of an underground celebrity in his poetry circle. He also found more friends to practice music with, and started participating in jam sessions here and there. Sometimes playing small concerts with other people at cafes, other times he was allowed on stage by himself, to read his poems and sing his songs for everyone. It was all well received, but Apollo started wondering if he's really that good, if he could become a street musician for a while too. It didn't turn out great - he started off when the weather started getting colder and no one really stopped to listen to him. He got a few tips but those meant nothing to the now young adult if no one listened. Apollo returned indoors for a few more months, waited out the cold weather and came back in late summer, but this time with more experience. And it happened. People stopped and listened to him, listened to his words, to his soft ukulele notes and seemed to enjoy the peachy boy doing his thing. With a little more time, he met a few more people and sometimes did jam sessions outside, inviting anyone with an instrument to join in.

[skarekrowkid]

round #5, the last round, has been closed! sorry for the delay, results will be out soon!

[avoxx]

just kinda friendly bumping this. it's been awhile since this was closed but it was never judged.

[jointedwishes]

b <3

[skarekrowkid]

for all of y'all who are bumping this: i never posted the winner on the forum because i assumed this species had died and nobody was interested. for all that are wondering, the winner of this comp is apricott !!