[yeena]

Writing Prompt Answer
Username: dave.
# of Nagalines you own: Zero

Prompt Answer: Mother was surely a soft character, and hearing about the containment of some innocent creatures definitely got his heart thumping a little faster. He wasn't sure what he was doing, or what cause he was contributing towards, all he knew was that he felt horrible knowing that there were other creatures trapped in a cold, hard place somewhere. Sure, this whole lab had been offered to him by the forms of a membership; the 'red' containment? He hadn't thought about the creatures they had been trapping. They must be lonely. Mother felt his own heart shift just thinking that; he would definitely have to figure something out.
The plan that Mother came up with was something so out of his character that he almost questioned his own idea.
With a shuffling of his paws and some nervous glances around with his functioning set of eyes, he gave a soft sigh to himself as he slowly started to stand up. Some of his ever shifting matter dribbled down his leg, softly spilling across the floor before disintegrating like it had never been there in the first place. Mother was anxious, worried and stressed but, nonetheless, he was making his way towards the section of the lab that had been reserved for certain members; one member that had been him in specific. He had gotten a code jotted down for him and placed in a lanyard around his neck. His gushy figure hadn't like the intruding item, although, it hadn't even tried to pull it into him to get dissolved like water. Mother twitched the tops of his slimy ears, tail dragging carelessly along the floor and leaving a temporary white stain before disappearing; as usual.
Inserting the code into the door, he listened for a soft click before pushing open the door. The room he stepped into didn't feel homely at all; the only light source came from some dim hanging lights and the glowing liquid inside tall, cylinder containers that were lined up from wall to wall. It smelled like chemicals. The floor was hard and cold. Mother felt his own heart sink at the idea of anyone being forced to live in this place; it was absolutely horrible. The male sniffled a little, flinching when he stepped over a loose cord on the floor. There were a lot of chords; this felt more like a chamber than anything else and, frankly, he didn’t like it. He didn’t understand why they were putting such soft, innocent creatures into this room. It truly disturbed the white canid, making his body shake like a leaf in the wind. Anxiety was setting in; until his eyes landed on a teal container that wasn’t empty. There was a floating, black body in it. Bubbles were floating around the creature, and it seemed to be in a feint state.
Trotting forward at a greater speed than before, Mother tripped over some wires and got his white goop in some areas before he was in front of the container. It wasn’t that large; not as large as himself, at least. He ended up having to bend down to look into the container, dark eyes scanning the creature for any movement. It was breathing, it seemed, but it wasn’t moving. Mother was bothered, ears flickering and twitching more with every passing second. It took the male a moment before he was circling the container, looking for some kind of possible outlet to trigger the container. He ended up locating a cord that led away from the cylinder, leading to some power board designated for the containment unit. He couldn’t have been happier to run his paws along the board, pressing at each button. There were multiple clicks; some louder and longer than the others.
Regardless, the container made a whooshing sound and the teal liquid started to drain out of the unit. It fizzled down a tube that he hadn’t noticed before, pumping away to some unknown pool that he couldn’t see. The teal drained quickly, lowering the creature inside with every passing second. Once the container was empty, he quickly left the board aside and moved to the container of the small creature, bending down to look at it lying lifelessly at the bottom of the cylinder. He felt his heart strings begin to snap after the creature didn’t move; it didn’t seem to be breathing anymore.
Or so he had thought.
In his own silent mourning, he missed the creature’s tail twitching to life, its eyelids peeling back to reveal glowing, seemingly curious eyes. It shifted slowly, tentatively, bringing itself to sit up. Its ears flattened back after it noticed Mother near its container, a snarl playing on its thin lips as vicious teeth were displayed. Raising its hackles, it got up with a minor wince and glared at Mother with a passion that it had obtained for anyone in the laboratory. It had been through enough in this place to the point it was tired and scared and hurting. Mother shifted slightly and decided to bring his hanging head up to look at the container and yelp; jumping back in surprise and tripping over an extra large cord, once again. His dark eyes were wide and he was dripping goop everywhere, coating the ground around him in temporary liquid before it all vanished. The creature in the container leaped at him without remorse, slamming into the side of the unit only to get thrown back against the other side.
Mother whined, dragging himself backwards as the creature began to repeatedly lunge at him inside the container. The glass was beginning to break; without the liquid, the glass had to deal with a full-force impact from the creature. It was chipping, thin lines visibly breaking across the surface of the glass. Mother was worried, instantly reconsidering the idea that he had created; reconsidering the actions he had committed. It wasn’t like he had thought about security cameras or anything. He didn’t blend in with the other members of the community, there wasn’t any mistaking him for someone else. Heart racing, the white canid decided to scramble to get up, hopping up onto his hind legs just to pivot around and start his own escape. He heard the glass shattering around him, followed by an animalistic growl.
Steps that were heavier than his own started mimicking his own steps offhandedly, making his anxiety rise more as he started to near the door to the room. There was heavy panting, a hot breathing sound that made Mother’s hackles inch up in fear. He looked out the corner of his eyes to see the black figure running next to his heels; despite this, the growl had vanished from its lips and it was running straight forward, its gaze on nothing but the door in front of them. Mother was almost confused, until he watched the door to the room automatically slide open to release him- and the creature. A choked cry escaped Mother’s throat too late as he slid through the door, the creature gracefully sprinting out from next to him and navigating to the left.
Mother could only silently stare after the dark figure making it’s escape.
He felt his soul sink in his body as he let his stiff shoulders go limp, a wave of confusion passing through him.
What had he done?

Art Prompt Answer
Username: dave.
# of Nagalines you own: Zero
Art for Prompt: Link

Random Prompt Answer
Username: dave.
# of Nagalines you own: Zero
Moodboard for Prompt: Link

((sorry its a lil late !! i had to submit it in school on my phone;;))

[dimi.]

Day Two Prompt Results!
This forms were absolutely lovely to look at, everyone. I'm so proud that we have such a creative community. SInce there were some more entrants this time, some categories have more than one winner. Result time <33

Writing
I really hope more people start entering these, because man, I absolutely adore writing and the writing styles you guys have adapted are absolutely stunning. The overall winner of this category is going to be Dave. The style you wrote in always had a style of suspense, and I could really just IMAGINE the emotion portrayed in each sentence. I am very happy to announce that you are the winner of the...


However, they are not the only winner of this category! The other winner will be Splatter. I loved the dialogue involved in this story, I saw the character dynamic between the two, and I really loved how beautifully you developed them. I can't give out major prizes for everything, but you'll be walking home with...


Art
I decided that since this was just a doodle competition, there will only be one winner for this category. And that winner is GraceyMC96. I really loved how charismatic your doodling was. It showed two characters that had a sort of competition, and I couldn't help but smile at that concept. For this, you'll be walking home with..


Moodboard
Once again, the extra prompt was an extremely close tie between two forms. However, this time I will be awarding both forms. The first form walking home with a prize is Dave. This moodboard had an aesthetic I really loved, the fact that you involved words [and a series of lyrics that I actually recognize], I really connected with this board. It portrayed an interesting character, and for that reason, I'm awarding you with..


The second moodboard that appealed to me the most was Gadgetrocks. I really got a haunting vibe from it, and given it was stated the theme was ghost, I think you accomplished this well. For this, I'm awarding you with..



Thank you all for participating in day two! Day three prompts are up now!

[Gadgetrocks]

Random Prompt Answer

Username: Gadgetrocks
# of Nagalines you own: 0

Prompt: His eyes burn with a cool fury, blue white and red all part of the complex structure of this naga's eyes. They are round with blue centers, white forking away like lighting away from the pupil only to meet a thin red rim, almost like that of a albino rat.

Art Prompt Answer

Username: Gadgetrocks
# of Nagalines you own: 0

Art for Prompt:'What an interesting looking egg, wonder how it got in here."

[Graceymc96]

Writing Prompt Answer

Username: graceymc96
# of Nagalines you own: 2

Prompt Answer:

Possible res, probably won’t have enough time.
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Art Prompt Answer

Username: graceymc96
# of Nagalines you own: 2

Art for Prompt:

A desert naga would be wonderful!

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Random Prompt Answer

Username: Graceymc96
# of Nagalines you own: 2

Art for Prompt:

Mysterious forest green eyes?

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[dimi.]

Day Three Prompt Results!
This forms were absolutely lovely to look at, everyone. I'm so proud that we have such a creative community. SInce there were some more entrants this time, some categories have more than one winner. Result time <33

Writing
No one tried out for writing.

Art
I judged this solely based off of the appearance of the egg and the vibe I got from it. The winner of this prompt is Graceymc96. You will be walking home with;;


Eyes
The winner of this category is Gadgetrocks. The way you describe the eyes gave me a vivid image that I enjoyed. You will be walking home with;;




Thank you all for participating in day three! Day four prompts are up now!

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[Gadgetrocks]

If we don't have a Nagaline we can use a Oc in the prompts right?

[dimi.]

If we don't have a Nagaline we can use a Oc in the prompts right?

Yes you can

[ThatPinkThing]

Writing Prompt Answer
Username: ThatPinkThing
# of Nagalines you own: 2
Prompt Answer:
No one in the lab expected Ginger to be the helpful magazine between her and Moira. Dr. Pink’s nagalines were wildly different in personality, and Ginger was the grumpy-pants. Technicians and scientists started to notice her, though, as she sat before feral containment units and watched the nagas inside. She would communicate somehow, calming even the wildest of nagalines for just long enough to be moved or tested or sampled. She appeared to be consoling them somehow. In a couple cases, she developed a relationship with the specimens, mirroring their paws against the glass with her own. They seemed to like this, and when Ginger was especially interactive, the contained nagas gave excellent data involuntarily, simply the result of being befriended, it seemed.

Perhaps Ginger’s wild spirit was helpful after all.

Random Prompt Answer
Username: ThatPinkThing
# of Nagalines you own: 2
Music for Prompt:
Moira was a pampered naga, but even small objects could amuse and satisfy her. Her space in Dr. Pink’s office was decorated with assorted figurines and bobbles, but the naga’s prized possession was a jar full of marbles. Moira’s cat DNA passed on a cat-like focus. She could chase and bat a marble around for ages through the halls, and her scientist noticed this. The doctor bought her marbles when she came across them— garage sales, odd shops, hobby stores — and Moira collected them all in a jar, keeping them safe until she wanted to play.

[dimi.]

Announcement
Since only one form was entered, no major prizes will be given out for Day Four. ThatPinkThing will be given Snake Eyes for entering the writing prompt, since I enjoyed their answer.

Day five prompts are up now. Apologies for the inconvenience of not judging yesterday, I was sick. Today's prompts will STILL be ending at 7:00 PM CDT!

[Sketchasaur]

Random Prompt Answer

Username: Splatter
# of Nagalines you own: 3

Prompt:
Echo is a very creative nagaline who loves to create jewelry and such.
It gives her great pride and sanctification just to see someone wearing her beloved creations.
For a special untamed nagaline she would create a white laced choker with a beautiful blue flower in the center.
The white being pure and the blue being calming as she herself believes not everyone is bad.

Writing Prompt Answer

Username: Splatter
# of Nagalines you own: 3

Prompt Answer:
It'll be this orb type treat surrounded by chemical but energy that seems like magic almost.
Upon consumption the nagaline would be able to gain a certain, minimal power.
The power would be visible by a certain glowing shape(or shapes) surrounding them.
This treat is made by experimenting with chemicals in order to make certain nagalines better.
Most often it would be used to enhance one's abilities or even make things easier such as levitation and more.