[NE0N-UMBR30N]

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This contest will be a small prompt based one, you have 400 words to tell me about their biggest hobby! You may also include an extra of 1 art piece or 150 words.

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Username:
Name:
Gender:
Prompt: (400 words)
Extra: (optional, 1 art piece or 150 words)

This contest will end March 1st.

[nome senpai]

Username: nome senpai
Name: Lastelle
Gender: Female
Prompt: coming soon. 400 words
Extra: 150 word

[magpie!]

Username: magpie!
Name: Soryn
Gender: Female
Prompt: (400 words)
Extra: (optional, 1 art piece or 150 words)

[Trphlthdl]

Username: Trphlthdl
Name: Rosemary
Gender: Female
Prompt: (400 words)
Extra: (optional, 1 art piece or 150 words)

[tcw]

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[mellow yellow.]

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[breadstick]

username: breadstick | name: taylor | gender: female


(art by myself, link to hd)

If anyone were to look at the singular plumerian making their way across the empty fields at night, it might strike them as immediately odd. The perk in their step, the head held high, the strides made with clear purpose – it’s almost as if it isn’t midnight, and there is a long day ahead of them. the dark figure makes their way through the grassy fields, treading carefully and occasionally glancing down at the ground to check where they are stepping. The care in their movements is not for nothing, but it seems to come so easily to them that one must wonder if they have done it a hundred times before. They navigate the field easily, seemingly with a destination – though, judging by the eventual quickening of their pace, this destination is closer than might originally be assumed.

Eventually, they slow their pace and halt, hesitating for just a moment and their eyes scanning the area, before they step on the ground once, then twice, and then sit, tail curling around their paws, careful not to brush against the ground more than is necessary.

“It’s okay, you can come out,” they speak for the first time that night, a tiny smile quirking at their maw as they mutter the words softly, though loud enough to be heard.

Then, fireflies. Dancing, unpredictable specks of light that seem almost like an illusion to the sleep-deprived. They creep up from the grass, emerging in small balls of glowing light as they drift upwards, seeming somewhat hesitant. The plumerian doesn’t say anything, nor do they do anything. They sit, and they watch, deathly still, save for the gentle breeze brushing against their fur. Their head tilts upwards as they watch them dance in the sky, eyes reflecting the lights as they dart around the dark. The smile does not fade. Instead, it only grows somewhat.

You’ll have birdwatching, diving to observe sea-creatures and all the rest, but this plumerian has always found more fascination in nightlife – and, specifically, in watching the fireflies each night. They don’t have the best night-vision – rather poor, in fact – but perhaps that is why they’re so drawn to the very creatures that illuminate the night sky.

(word count: 368)

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[NE0N-UMBR30N]

username: breadstick | name: taylor | gender: female


(art by myself, link to hd)

If anyone were to look at the singular plumerian making their way across the empty fields at night, it might strike them as immediately odd. The perk in their step, the head held high, the strides made with clear purpose – it’s almost as if it isn’t midnight, and there is a long day ahead of them. the dark figure makes their way through the grassy fields, treading carefully and occasionally glancing down at the ground to check where they are stepping. The care in their movements is not for nothing, but it seems to come so easily to them that one must wonder if they have done it a hundred times before. They navigate the field easily, seemingly with a destination – though, judging by the eventual quickening of their pace, this destination is closer than might originally be assumed.

Eventually, they slow their pace and halt, hesitating for just a moment and their eyes scanning the area, before they step on the ground once, then twice, and then sit, tail curling around their paws, careful not to brush against the ground more than is necessary.

“It’s okay, you can come out,” they speak for the first time that night, a tiny smile quirking at their maw as they mutter the words softly, though loud enough to be heard.

Then, fireflies. Dancing, unpredictable specks of light that seem almost like an illusion to the sleep-deprived. They creep up from the grass, emerging in small balls of glowing light as they drift upwards, seeming somewhat hesitant. The plumerian doesn’t say anything, nor do they do anything. They sit, and they watch, deathly still, save for the gentle breeze brushing against their fur. Their head tilts upwards as they watch them dance in the sky, eyes reflecting the lights as they dart around the dark. The smile does not fade. Instead, it only grows somewhat.

You’ll have birdwatching, diving to observe sea-creatures and all the rest, but this plumerian has always found more fascination in nightlife – and, specifically, in watching the fireflies each night. They don’t have the best night-vision – rather poor, in fact – but perhaps that is why they’re so drawn to the very creatures that illuminate the night sky.

(word count: 368)

Winner! This story was so peaceful to read? It felt like I could envision the scene perfectly and I really loved that!

Let me know if you have a toyhou.se! If not, here's her page for art, please let me know when it's saved if you have to save it!
https://toyhou.se/891254.sybil

[breadstick]

thank you !! all of the art is saved <3