[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

• 1 standard silicone shell | #dee0dd
↪ ▴ perky ears
↪ ▴ tassle tail
• 1 3/4 package tea | #fedd71 to #ec812f
▴1 package multicolored bubbles | #f9feab, #eef666
• 1 set of skeleton supports | #3e3e3e
• 1 Levitating Bubble | #eef666 (inside #f9feab)
• 1 set eye clings | #64b640
• 1 silk bowtie accessory | #64b640

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Common Babusagi | 6pts

A Babusagi (bah-buu-sah-ghee) is a rabbit based toy with a silicone-based
outside and a tasty drink inside! Babusagi also feature a skeleton for
sturdiness and our special bubble fillings for a real bubble-tea look!
Patented technology has also allowed us to levitate a bubble outside of
the silicone shell! Wow! Aside from being sweet in appearance Babusagi
are sweet in personality too and are ready to make friends with you!
Warning: Babusagis may be sentient and capable of developing their own personalities,
not all Babusagi guaranteed to be well-behaved.

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This little babu sure looks fancy with its bowtie!
I wonder what it means to them.

For this contest, I want you to write a short story
from their pov about the bowtie and what it means
to them!

Ends 3/7/2017, open for extensions.

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]pronouns:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]bowtie story:[/b] (300 - 1000 words max)
[b]art extra:[/b] (optional)

[hazilnut]

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username: hazilnut
pronouns: he/him
name: Chester

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bowtie story: 998/1000

Spider web cracks wound through the plaster walls of Chester's apartment and framed the mirror he was peering into intently with threats of water damage and building collapse. But right now the Earl Grey babusagi was further preoccupied by his appearance than my the structural security of his residence. Shell polished; check! Eye clings free of marrs or dust; check! Bubbles settled in his feet; check! He grinned at his spotless reflection in a mirror that didn't quite get the same treatment, judging by how much dust lined the corners of it. In truth Chester wasn't much for appearance or vanity, he couldn't really afford to be. But today was the start of a different period in his life, one where he could spend three hours in front of a mirror!

After all, he was going to get a job!

After descending sixteen flights of stairs Chester finally broke free of the rundown building her called home and out into the semi-bustling streets of the city. The weak sunlight that managed to fight it's way through the clouds and smog and then through the staggering buildings of miscellaneous heights felt like the kindest warmth in the world to the cheery babusagi, who reveled in the light as he meandered down the cobbled street. For those curious the street was cobblestone not for any reasons of aesthetics, just the fact that everyone was to lazy to invest in this part of town. Chester still liked to pretend he was living in the Victorian age instead of modern day anyways. Eventually his tip-tapping feet found there way to really cement roads and blooming eggshell grey sidewalks which he promptly began to teeter along the edge of. The other babusagi passing down the street were likely giving him odd stares but did he care? No of course not!

After all, he was going to get a job!

This thought well ingrained in his mind Chester allowed himself to browse the windows of the commercial part of town, something he never would do normally. It was like a whole new world through those glassy displays, a world where babusagis somehow stand taller under the weight of hats and dresses and heavy pocketbooks. Chester suddenly felt very bare and awkward looking in, like he really didn't have a right to be looking upon all the pretty clothes when he himself was so painfully poor. Could he really see himself at ease in such a rich world with nothing to show he could belong, he did belong? Buying something fancy suddenly seemed imperative to him, and he pushed through the revolving door of the next store he saw.

After all, he was going to get a job!

The first thing that struck Chester was just how warm it was; a manufactured warmth blasting from a vent above a display of bowler hats. He swallowed his self-consciousness and began to pick his way through the displays, glancing upon top hats and derbies and shirtless-cuff links and ties. He jammed a fedora on his head and began making faces in one of the provided mirrors, feeling very posh indeed. Until he spotted one of the sales clerks glaring daggers at him and promptly dehatted himself. Hats were a bit much anyways, so what about a tie? Chester ran a paw across a dozen of the dangling fabrics, attempting to decipher the masterful code that the display card boasted. What was crepe? And how was it in comparison to silk or wool? And why on Earth were these prices so high? Clearly this was something that was obvious to the in class. He would have to figure this out later. That and how to tie a tie, as Chester had just managed to knot the crepe paisley print around itself in his attempts to put it on. He buried it under the other ties and moved on.

After all, he was going to get a job!

Finally he came to an easier solution to look the part of a proper gentleman: pre-tied bow ties! A certain silk mint-sprig green solid caught Chester's eye immediately. He played with the name of the tie on his tongue for a bit. Silk mint-sprig green solid; it was a nice name, certainly a fancy name, and it just simply fit. Chester put a lot of stock in flavor compatibility; many upper class babusagi did, and he new for a fact that mint and lemon went well together. So by extension mint and he; with his earl grey and lemon and bergamot must go well together too! The price and he on the other hand... Chester hissed sharply at the number that stared him in the face, but counted out his cash for the shopkeep dutifully.

After all, he was going to get a job!

He spent the rest of his cash on a street car to take him the last few blocks to his destination. Sure it was expensive and inefficient, the babusagi on the sidewalks were passing them he was sure, Chester felt very proper in his faux velvet seat. He could see himself taking this trip every day, riding up to the office and clocking in, clocking out and riding back home. Once he had made enough he might even get himself an apartment in town! Chester's mind wandered all the rest of the ride and all the way through the interview as well. In fact it had wandered so much he didn't even hear his potential employer ask him to leave the first time. The babusagi in charge repeated his order again, louder this time, telling Chester he wasn't to start next Monday or ever. And the dejected babusagi walked home in the rain. But he wasn't worried, a new opportunity would soon arise! His bowtie was bound to be good luck, he'd just wear it and fine things would happen.

After all, well, you know by now~

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[SFA_R]

username: SarcasticFallenAngel

pronouns: He/Him

name: Blake

Bowtie story:

I remember the first time I had an owner, she was a very happy girl who really loved me, needless to say, I loved her back.I don't know a lot about humans but what I do know is that their bodies aren't very resistant and that they get hurt and sick a lot. This being the case of my owner. I don't remember the full details of what she was sick of, but what I do remember is that she looked frailer than before as time went on.

One thing she liked to do and I liked a lot too was dressing up! She made different types of clothing for the two of us but the one thing I liked the most was a green bow tie she made out of the fabric of an old plushie she had. I liked it because when I had it on she would give me one of the brightest smiles I have ever seen.

And so the green bow tie became a daily accessory for me, just so I could see that smile that not even 1 00 000 000 stars could replicate. But then again, I keep talking in past tense, don't I? Well another thing is that humans aren't eternal -and neither am I till where I know- and so we had to part.

I was very sad at first, I'm still sad to some extent, but this ribbon holds that beautiful smile, even if it's just a fragment of it. And so when we meet again I want her to be happy to see me with the green she always loved, and smile so bright for me like old times

Welp I just made myself sad v,:

[fruitvale]

username:
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[SpotSong]

Rez with Leo

[LadyChinaAru]

username: LadyChinaAru
pronouns: She/Her
name: Tia Grey
bowtie story:
Tia loves the color green, everything she owns from her favorite blanket to her toothbrush is
some shade of green. She her mate hatched a plan to make her a give for their upcoming anniversary, but
there was one problem what one earth to get her. He know she had had a bow for the end of her tail and one
she wore on her head, then it hit him a bowtie! She didn't have a green bowtie yet, but he didn't just want to
buy one as it wouldn't be a special, so he'll just have to make one!
He took her shopping and while she was in one store he sunk off to the sewing shop to buy some fabric.
He already had a old sewing machine that was his mothers and a pattern for a bowtie, he just needed to
pick the right fabric for it. But once he saw all the different shades and patterns with green in them he was
stumped again. What color would she like more? would she like strips or pokey-dots, these thoughts raced throw
his head til he saw it. It was a plain green role of fabric that wasn't too light or too dark, it was perfect. He grabbed it
quickly bought and paid for it, hide it on one of his other bags and bolted back before she even noticed he was gone.
Once he dropped her home he rushed to his place and put his bags away. He grabbed the fabric and got to work.
He worked on it fore a long time till it was done and it was more perfect then he could even imagine. He smiled at his
work and put the bowtie in a small box and tied it close with a green bow. He couldn't wait for their anniversary date..
Tia was so excited today was her mates and hers anniversary! She had got him the perfect gift the other day and she
knew he'd love it! It was a new messenger bag with his name sewed into the strap. She waited from him at the crossing
between their houses excitedly, she couldn't wait for him to open it! She saw him coming towards her and out of joy and excitement she bolted over to him and knocked him over with the force of her hugging him. They laughed, nuzzles for a
moment and continued on with their date. After going to a nice dinner and a quite walk around the park it was time to
exchange gifts.
Tia happily handed her gift to him and he hers. She asked him to open his first and he agreed, he opened the big bag
she had put it in and pulled it out. He smiled and looked at it carefully, seeing his name on the strap. She nervously asked
if he liked it and he told her he loved it and gave her nose a nuzzle with his. She giggled and nodded happily then she looked
at the gift in her hands. The small box was very cute and the green ribbon just made it more perfect. He asked for her to open it and she happily obliged. she slowly undid the bow as to not damage it and lifted the lid of the box, peeked in and stopped in shock her eye widened. Inside was a beautiful handmade bowtie in a lovely shade of green. She looked over at him and he asked if she liked it. Words wouldn't come out of her mouth so she simply hugged him and nodded vigorously while tears of joy came down her cheeks. He hugged her back and once she calmed down he put it one her. She loved it and when he said she looked lovely she blushed and smiled brightly. On the way home she couldn't stop nuzzling him and thanking him for such a wonderful and thoughtful gift. An once she got home she didn't even take it off before going to bed and to this day she still wares it and only takes it off to wash it or when she baths.
( 690/1000 )

[rustyroxy]

username: rustyroxy
name: kailasa
pronouns: she/they

story:
kailasa never had a permanent home, her first owners didn't pay too much attention to them. the lack of
attention resulted in her trying to get their attention, her positive actions were unnoticed. because the
positive actions were unnoticed she started trying to do naughty deeds. she started pushing their belongings
off the counters and tables, she hid their car keys and money, and she superglued stuff together. everything
was fine until they noticed their car keys were gone, as soon as they realized what she had done she put them
up for re adoption. they thought she was worth the hassle and gave up on her. kailasa shortly got readopted
but the same situation happened again even though the newer owners gave her some attention. she went
through a loop of readoptions until roxy adopted her. roxy didn't put up with her mischievous behavior, she
disciplined kailasa until she listened. after she got kailasa disciplined she gave her a green wrist tie and put
it on her. she patted kailasa on the head and sighed

art:

[cherubim]

wip maybe :0

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

About 3 days left!

[huddson]

username: Stargazing
pronouns: He/Him
name: Rend
bowtie story:
...What, you thought I'd start by saying where I got it?
I dunno where I got my bowtie. It just showed up one day. The important thing is what it means to me.
See, there was this babusagi, her name was Jamie. She was the sweetest, my best friend of so long.
It only made sense I had a crush on her, right?
I think she's the one who gave me the bowtie, actually. It's my favourite shade of green, so it makes sense I would be gifted it.
I don't really remember, though. All my memories of those years are foggy.
So there was Jamie, right? We were friends for years when we were younger. I'd put on this bowtie and we'd go urn in the grass playing tag and cops and robbers and all those childhood games. It was real fun, I remember.
I also remember her gettin' her first boyfriend.
His name was, what was it, Logan? It might have been Lewis. Anyway, Logan and Jamie started going out and boy let me tell you, he was not right for her.
She was the sweetest, most caring babusagi I'd ever met and he was this tough jock who threw out his teddy bears a long time ago. He was the definition of cliche, with me expressing my disapproval and her sayin' "Aw, look Rend, he's got a soft side".
It was that so called soft side that got the two of them killed.
I was still wearing my bowtie the day it happened, reflecting on our youthful times before all this drama and all these petty arguments. We all lived in the factory up until that point, and those two had been ordered. They were bein' shipped away. They'd be gone. Forever.
The only reason Jamie was on that truck was because she didn't want to be removed from Logan. Despite all his many, many flaws she insisted on that well-hidden kindness.
I said my goodbyes to Jamie, stressing that we'd find a way to keep in touch.
It hurt like all o' hell's fires burning when I watched that delivery truck pull away, knowing the love of my life and her boyfriend would leave forever and forget me.
I took a walk. Snuck out, more like it, but I had to see the truck one last time, do another mental goodbye.
I was runnin' real fast trying to keep up with that thing, let me be the first to tell you. My bowtie was wavin' in the artificial wind, and it got torn on the inside from a twig. And that was before the truck left the parking lot.
As it drove down the hill I resigned to my fate, I resigned to my life of bein' lonely and loveless.
Then I heard a crash.
It was the middle of winter when this happened, mind you, and my tea was already freezing, my bubbles getting trapped in thin ice. It wasn't a good night for me.
Still, I ran, or rolled more so, down that hill as fast as my stubby little silicone legs would take me. And there I saw it. The truck's front wheels had slipped on some ice somebody had left unsalted, and in the slip the back of the truck door's fell open. Did I say that right? Anyway, there were babusagi everywhere, tossed out in the wreckage, and it wasn't a pretty sight. There was tea and milk and smoothie and whatever else everywhere, bubbles smashed on the pavement. Naturally, I panicked right then and there. Nothing scarier, to this day.
I immediately looked for Jamie; Logan could wait. I didn't care if he had broken a pretty little ear off, I was finding Jamie. And I didn't havta look long. She was right there, laying on an upraised piece of cement, an eye cling fallen off and a large crack in her neck, bleeding out milk tea, dying the ground a soft pink. I once again panicked, and I took off my bowtie, wrappin' it around her neck, pushing it against the wound in the hopes it would save her.
I tried re-attaching her eye clip. I tried using my paws against the crack, trying to push it together. It was no use. Silicone doesn't fix itself, not with my limited ability.
The moments dragged on forever as she laid there, unmoving. When the truck driver crawled out, somehow unharmed, the lucky man, he rushed over to the dying babusagi, cradling them and trying to fix them.
I informed him it wouldn't work.
I don't know when exactly Jamie truly fell asleep, I just know she did. She couldn't be glued together, her levitating bubble stopped, well, levitating.
I connected the day with my bowtie, internally and unconsciously. Fun, huh? Remembering something real' sad each time I wore my favourite thing.
I wear the bowtie a lot more now. I guess I just don't want to forget her. The sweetest, the kindest babusagi, she couldn't be forgotten.
I started painting pictures of her, and yeah, I got some splatters on my bowtie, but I washed it. I've washed it lots, first to get the milk tea off and then the paint.
I'm always aware I'm wearing it. I just can't forget.
I hope babusagi have a heaven, and I can see her when I'm smashed.

[895/1000] [disclaimer: Jamie and Logan aren't real babusagi! I made them up purely for this story]
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