[jolteon]

this viscet is being posted under a missing number. the next viscet should be #1541!

Owner: Mint Chip
Name: Antonio
Gender; Male
Gender for breeding purposes: male
Owned as of: 7/3

and another bright bab >w> simple contest!
just tell me what their favorite beverage is and why! you have unlimited words ^^
no extras, but you're allowed to pretty up!

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[b]Favorite beverage & why:[/b]

this will end June 28 @ 11:59PM!

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[G1 Sunstreaker]

Username: G1 Sunstreaker
Name:
Gender: M
Favorite beverage & why: Spezi!

[NURSENURSE]

Username: Toshie
Name: Bee
Gender: female
Favorite beverage & why: Butter beer! Bee is a huge harry potter fan, so she loved to drink this mythical beverage.

[snakescales]

res w/ orange juice

[dzo]

Username: ~Prophecy~
Name: Sheppard
Gender: Male
Favorite beverage & why:

Sheppard is a snazzy viscet who sports a fedora and a scarf during his most popular act. He is a show viscet; a circus viscet. He is apart of a "One girl and her viscet" act, so he does tricks similar to what a dog, elephant, or tiger does in a circus. Sheppard's favorite drink is also his favorite treat, which is melted vanilla ice cream. Right before his ending act, his trainer always buys a cup of vanilla ice cream from the concession stand and lets it sit out with the lid on (so bugs don't find it!) while it melts for after the show. When he is done performing she gives him the treat to lap up. She thinks it is cute to see this giant creature gently sticking his tongue into a cup and quickly lapping up the puddle of milky liquid. Really he enjoys anything milk based that tastes like vanilla.

[Mint Chip]

Username: Mint Chip
Name: Antonio
Gender: male
Favorite beverage & why:

Cappuccino. Cappuccino is Antonio's favorite beverage of all time. He has a deep love for all sorts of caffeinated beverages and especially anything with a coffee base but there is something deeper about a cappuccino that just fills Antonio with emotion. Some good and some bad but Antonio doesn't mind that aspect, he'd rather express his emotions than keeping them bottled up. He learned at a young age just how devastating it can be to bottle up all your emotions and so Antonio ensures he never bottles up how he feels. His outlet is this wonderfully tasty beverage that he enjoys at a poetry cafe more often than not. It's a weekly ritual though sometimes he attends more than just once a week.

He started attending this poetry cafe back when he was still a young boy. He would go with his mother after his parents had a fight. His mother would get him something less caffeinated to drink while she ordered herself a cappuccino with extra foam. She would sit and admire the poetry readers and writers who bore their souls through their eloquent words. Antonio recalls it so vividly, the way his mother's eyes never left the poets and how her eyes would mist at their words. They frequented this cafe so much it was just natural for him to go there as he grew older. Even after his mother had passed away, he still would come like clockwork to this cafe and sit in their usual spot. He chose to try a cappuccino the week he returned after his mother's passing and it was as if the world stood still as he drank. All he could hear was the sound of the poetry readers and their soul felt words. Drinking that cappuccino for the first time felt like reliving being there with his mother every week. His own eyes misting as he heard their words. You could say being there made him feel like he had never lost her like his life was still as it was before. His heart still ached but it ached less here where her memory was so vivid that he could see her beside him while the poets read on.

Perhaps it's the way his mother always seemed to adore the beverage or just the beautiful memories of his mother there letting out her feelings that make Antonio adore the cappuccino. Maybe it's the sweet flavor that makes him want to savor life so much. Or maybe it's just the combination of all these beautiful and tragic things that makes him enjoy the drink above all others. The pain and the happiness all meshed together that makes him appreciate the good but know that the bad can't last. That there's truly nothing that his favorite cup of coffee and the beautiful words of those wonderful people that attend this cafe cannot fix.


(480 words)
jolteon you slay me every time with your designs pfft

[SilverSamurai]

Username: SilverSamurai
Name: wip
Gender: female
Favorite beverage & why: Vernors res

[Lioashu]

Username: humerussin
Name: Citrus
Gender: Male
Favorite beverage & why: Orange Cream Soda

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Citrus loves a large variety of beverages, ranging from bubbly carbonated sodas to warm, herbal teas. Drinks are his favorite part of any meal, as he feels they play a crucial role in the overall taste and tone of the feast.

Citrus does have a favorite drink of all, however—and that’s orange cream soda. He absolutely adores orange flavoring for just about anything, but orange cream soda has his heart. The drink reminds him dearly of his childhood summers, when he’d take breaks back inside the house with a cold, refreshing bottle of bubbly soda. Cream soda is super sweet and delicious, and thanks to the nostalgic throwback it has for him, he loves it.

In his hometown lies his beloved local soda shop, a place he regularly spends time tasting different cream and original sodas. One particularly hot afternoon, Citrus had been enjoying a frosty orange cream soda on a counter stool when a certain viscet walked in.

She seemed energetic as she sauntered promptly up to the ordering counter, asking for a Dr. Pepper. Once the viscet had the glass in her grasp, she took a seat next to him and began sipping away. Citrus didn’t know exactly why, but something felt oddly familiar about how she looked; her markings were distinctively orange, paired with vibrant yellow eyes. He knew he’d seen her sometime before, but he wasn’t sure exactly where or when.

The viscet noticed him glancing over frequently and stopped drinking. “Hey—haven’t I seen you before?” She spoke up, looking as if she was racking her mind for an answer. Citrus nervously broke eye contact and stared down at the bubbles rising within his drink. “Maybe, I think I recognize you too.” He peered back up towards her, “what’s your name?” She sat up a little straighter and grinned haughtily as she responded, “Cinder.”

The name brought up a significantly faded memory of his; one he never realized he nearly forgotten.

It was a humid summer day, and Citrus was practicing climbing towering trees outside his home. He sat back on one of the sturdy branches with a sigh, taking in the new level of sight he was at. He began dozing off when he heard a voice from below him. “Hey!” They called, and he leaned to peer down. A small female viscling stood below at the base of the tree, “wanna play?” He scuffed his way downwards, landing almost ungracefully onto the ground. “Uh, sure. What’s your name?” She shot a proud smile at him, “Cinder! What’s yours?” He forced a smile back at her nervously, “C-citrus.” Cinder punched his shoulder a little too hard and ran, shouting “tag! You’re it!” He winced from the pain but sprinted after her anyways, yelling back “h-hey! That hurt!”

Later that afternoon, the two visclings sat panting in the shade of a tree as Citrus’ mother came out to call him back inside for a break. “Can Cinder come in too?” He pleaded innocently up at her. “Of course, honey. Come on in.” The two visclings followed his mother into the house and were sat at a round table draped with an orange table cloth. Citrus’ mother left the room momentarily, then returned with two bottles of orange cream soda. His face lit up at the sight of the colorful drinks, whereas Cinder tilted her head slightly. “What’s that?” Citrus’ mother warmly smiled, “it’s orange cream soda. Try it!” She set a bottle in front of each viscling and waited. Both grabbed their respective bottles and took a swig; Cinder’s face lit up with delight, and Citrus grinned wide at the taste. “That’s awesome!” He exclaimed and took another drink, relishing in the foamy and bubbly nature of the soda. Little did he know, from that day on it would hold the place of his favorite drink of all.

One thing Citrus remembered the most about first meeting Cinder was that she greatly intimidated him. Whether it was her looks or her behavior, something about her unnerved him, causing him to often be cautious or apprehensive around her. As the two visclings played, though, he grew accustomed to her presence and overcame his daunting feelings.

Presently, though, he felt his fear had somewhat resurfaced. He took a swig of his soda, attempting to overcome it yet again. “What was yours again?” She snapped him back to reality. “It’s Citrus.” He wasn’t quite prepared for the slap on his back that nearly knocked him out of chair—“I knew it was you! How have ya been?” As he recovered, he managed a response.

“Oh, I’ve been alright.”

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Cinder belongs to me.

[lunala.]

Username: Eve & Kait
Name: Miel
Gender: Male
Favorite beverage & why: res with an orange and lime slushy

[Corvuss]

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