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First GA design, aaah. //sweating
Here's what they look like under the hair!!

This'll be a writing comp!! In 500 words or less, write about an important encounter.

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No extras, but prettying up is fine!! This will end on Sunday, May 22nd at 11:59 EST. That's about 5 days from now.

Won by Eternal_Flame!

[doglover947]

Username: doglover947
Name: Bailey - Or le
Gender: male
Writing: (500 words or less) (I have a question do you mean encounter as in with another plumerian?)

[DragonGlitch]

mark

[bellini]

Red with meeting someone who rescues her in the future ooooo Res do not steal my idea please

[suneater]

what a pretty plumerian!! ;v;

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[Areater]

Mark!!

[mellifluous]

Username: Mellifluous
Name: Aaron *cough*
Gender: male
Writing: Aaron first encountered "the shop" when he was just a little child. He was probably around ten and had run away from home for the week. Not for any particular good reason, he just got tired of his family. His siblings had been making fun of his bird's nest hair again. Sniffling with sadness, he walked down the dark path, clutching his backpack straps tightly. He hadn't been paying much attention to whatever happened around him. He tried not to flinch at every little sound and the strangers who seemed to look creepier than usual. He was shivering in the cold as the autumn leaves fell around him. He jumped as one landed on his head, letting go of his backpack strap to take it off. When he looked back up, he noticed the shop. He hadn't noticed it at all. In fact, he was pretty sure that hadn't even been a street a minute ago. Aaron's curiosity took over him as he walked toward the shop, almost in a trance. He couldn't make out what the sign said. Most of the letters had either fallen off or faded. All he could make out was M_j_ck S__p. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what on Earth that was supposed to mean. Aaron pushed open the door and jumped at the loud bell that rang along with the door's creak. A stereotypically timed lightning flash accompanied by thunder occurred outside, making Aaron squeak. He then wondered why it had happened. It wasn't even raining.

Then there was a strange croaking sound. "Hey kiddo." Aaron screamed. He kept screaming. He screamed and screamed for his life.
"Whoa there kiddo. Relax."
Aaron looked up to see a not so comforting face. This plummie was creepy with their white eyes and black sclera. They were dressed in a black gown with a little witch hat. However, they looked almost his age. Young, but with an old soul.
"I'm Esmerelda, witch in training! Welcome to the Majicks shop! I haven't had a customer since my stepmother cursed me. Come on in! You wan't a love potion? A curse? Some home remedies? I can help!" The plummie was definitely excited to have a customer. He almost didn't want to tell her that he wasn't here to buy.
"I got lost running away from home..." Aaron forced out. Esmerelda's face fell. She forced a smile.
"Oh that's okay. I got a locator spell here somewhere..." Esmerelda disappeared into the back of the shop.
Aaron took this time to look around the shop. The shelves were stocked with potions and scrolls of different shapes, sizes, and colors. Some looked like they were about the fall off. The floors were old and worn down. It was odd. It was comforting. It was nice.

That day Esmerelda gave him a spell to get back home was his first experience with magic. Who knew he'd become a majicks-user and eventually take over when Esmerelda's curse caught up to her? The shop knew.

(500/500)
I hope this doesn't count toward the word limit, but *disclaimer* he doesn't actually use magic. He uses potions and spells but doesn't actually use his own, as he doesn't have any. If I won I'd develop it more but it basically revolves around the shop.

[PleaserOfCrowds]

Username: why.mp3
Name: Marvo
Gender: Male
Writing:

He heard a bit of murmuring in the forest. Sure, it seemed normal, but that day, his curiosity got the better of him. He decided to go off the trail, which, after a few minutes of walking of into the forest, they had found a small clearing, but, the murmuring had stopped. He was definitely lost, since they were definitely deep in the forest. Suddenly, he heard the angry murmurs from before, and it sounded extremely close. He decided to lift up the bush where it was coming from, and it was, to his surprise, it was a wisp! The wisp then proceeded to angrily scream at him, only to have themselves grabbed by him. He, due to how he thought the wisp looked cute, decided to bring the wisp home.

"What is it you want from me?!" angrily shouted the wisp.
"I was going to show you to my friends, but then I realized they are out of town, which, when they are almost always out of town, and they don't let me go with them." the plume replied.
"Ugh, can you leave me be?!"
"Hey, let's just chill, besides, where are your friends? I was just wondering since wisps are usually in a group." he said.
The wisp sighed
"Let's just have a nice tea party, sound good?" asked the plume
"Sur- wait, what?!?!"

An hour later, after having lots of tea (despite against the wisp's will), the wisp decided to leave. However, the plume decided to follow after him. To the wisp's surprise, he was there at their clearing, just smiling. "I thought you were lonely, so, I decided to join you! And, I got something for you!". he said, as he unpacked a dusty doll-house. "Here, this was my sister's, but, she's away, and I don't think she wants it. So you can have it!". "Uh, thanks?" the wisp said, and decided to explore it. It seemed really nice inside, with the exception of the dust that built up inside. "Hey, it's really late, mind if I camp here? Without a word from the wisp, the plume had already set up a campfire and a sleeping bag to sleep in.

"I forgot to ask you, what's your name?"
"I don't have a name. Wisps do not have names"
"I see. My name's Marco. Marco, the plumerain."
" You see, my friends aren't really the nicest, but, they're my only friends. They... sometimes get in trouble with the law, despite me warning them about that. Not only that, they tend to be rude to the people they call 'uncool'. " Marco replied. "Well, goodnight. I'll see you in the morning." as the plume drifted off to sleep. The wisp understood how Marco's situation was, and how they had been exiled because they did the right thing. "Good night, to you too". as the wisp also decided to sleep, in the old doll house that they have been given.

This would be the start of a new friendship.



(500/500)

[huddson]

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[casiopea]

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