[fruitvale]

helo ! ! bright horizons and i have decided to put a kit from an ooc breeding of ours up for adoption . due to him leaving , i will be hosting and judging this comp . anyone can join , and this will b a fun art n writing comp !
you can choose from these two prompts ;

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draw their winter attires!: can b multiple pieces but follow the prompt

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write about a memorable christmas moment theyve had!: same goes for the writing , feel free to make it lengthy but stay on topic the best you can !

no limit to anything; go crazy ! my only requirement is to only have VERY MINIMAL writing if youre drawing and vice versa . ( like 3 pieces if you were writing & 200 words or so if yr drawing , , )
ill be judging on effort and quality ! ! this will end january 3 ! ❤️
also if you cant him 2 have a relationship with his brother ( top right ) feel free to hmu , and if scarlet_wolf wants to keep the top left in contact ill ask ! ! c :

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[zakuro.]

omg mark what a cutie

[vak]

user: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ
name: Rodney Orson
gender: male
extra stuff: tunes
christmas moment: ’I want to die.’ 119.

’I want to die.’ 120. Having arrived at half past 12, and been seated all of about 10 minutes in the largest chair at the center of the room, Rodney had already wished death upon himself 120 times. And he by far was not done doing so. He knew this was a terrible decision, he told himself repeatedly not to come and here he was, 100 miles from home in a town he didn’t know, in a house he didn’t know, with people he regretted coming to know, kicking himself over it. But curiosity is a influential thing - he got curious over his estranged brothers’ invitation to join in the christmas festivities Rodney knew himself to despise and allowed for himself to get wrapped up in this whole mess. He didn’t even bring a present. Not to mention he was stranded by the snowstorm that had trailed him the entire drive to the home. At this point he’d rather walk the 100 miles.
Rodney took a moment to loosen his rigid joints to run his (several) eyes over the various faces filling the room. There they were, those faces that were always missing during christmas back home. He could pinpoint the resemblance between he and those his swift glance had covered. This was his family, his real, blood kin and lordy were they absolutely running him up the wall. Not intentionally he hoped, but every little action set him further on edge than he already was. The ripping of the wrapping paper, the enthusiastic squeals of glee, free and rampant children barging around, the downright cringy jokes awkwardly shared and the returning chorus of laughter following them. Just..everything. So badly Rodney wished to relax, possibly join in on the conversation and pretend all eyes weren’t focused solely onto him, a stranger to them all that calls himself blood. He wasn’t welcome here. He should have known he wouldn’t be, but he had hoped. At least they were too considerate to outright comment on it.
He slipped back into his original position, eyes boring into the branches of the very fake and overly decorated tree across from him. His face felt hard, like he was glaring, but at this point he couldn’t seem to resurface that annual mask of joy he wore, no not here. That mask was meant for people who knew him. Those who could peer right through him and see the overwhelming darkness within. But these people didn’t know him, they couldn’t see what brewed inside himself, they were blind to it even if they cared (he was certain they didn’t).
Rodney Orson, the long lost brother that should have remained so, was undeniably miserable here in the home of one of his brothers, surrounded by strangers who did nothing besides oggle from the side of their eyes at him. This had been the worst decision of his life. He should have stayed home with his parents, and the people who truly gave a damn instead of treating him like some sort of fool. But that's what he was, wasn't it? A fool for even for a second considering these people who had given up their right to him would be able to even spit on the ground his adoptive family, his really real family, walked on. Rodney could feel the strain of frustration setting in and blinding his vision to only one objective - escape and return to the place he belonged, to the people he belonged. The only thing standing in the way were the obstacles these people themselves were and he was more than happy to overcome them. White-hot anger flooded his chest, and abruptly Rod was on his feet. The sudden motion sent the plush chair he’d been perched on to teeter hard and smack into the floor, emitting a rather head turning crack. He didn’t even direct an eye to the gathering of people, who had quickly silenced themselves, he simply snatched up his coat with an iron grip and roughly shrugged it back onto his arms as he strode purposefully across the room. Rodney zeroed in on the front door, paying little heed to any obstacle that lay in his path. He was leaving. Now. Anything or anyone who found themself beneath his boots was just an unfortunate casualty. Heat continued to boil hotter at his center, flashing up and down rapidly to the point he caught cold flashes when it receded. If the stiffness of his face before had signalled to himself before of a glare, then the solidified cement it was now could only mean every feature had contorted itself into a terrible snarl that singed those too close in proximity to him as he passed. Rodney only grew more enraged as he took hold of the doorknob and promptly took his leave with a harsh closing of the heavy oak door behind him. He thusly braved the snow piled roads on the return home, and outright refused further contact any member of his blood family attempted to make.

word count; 845

[Jippy]

User: Dreamlight

name: Bleu

gender: male

Professional ice skater and loves hot chocolate!

write about a memorable christmas moment theyve had!: Christmas, one of my absolute favorite holidays. I mean what’s not to love, the break, presents, and family gathering. I still remember my favorite one, I was 8 and it was Christmas Eve.

“Look Roiland it’s snowing!” I said eagerly to my brother who was practicing his magic tricks for when our relatives arrived in a couple minutes. He wanted to make sure it went perfect. “It’s gonna be a White Christmas” he exclaimed happily, jumping up and down. “I wonder when they’ll show up” I asked curiously looking out the window. “Beats me, gives me more time to practice.” Said Roiland busily tossing around cards. Just then the door bell rang. “There here! There here!” We shouted together running to the door. My parents greeted them as my two aunts and uncles walked, and my grandparents. We all gathered in the living room, catching up with each other while Roiland did his magic tricks. I sat by the fireplace snuggled in my blankie, it was nice and cozy as I listened to my parents tell my grandma about the first time we went sledding. “Now for the best one of them all” I overheard Roiland start to say. Oh no, I knew which magic trick this was, and in fact it was more of a trick then magic. “54 PICK UP!!!” He cried dramatically before tossing that cards everywhere and running off. They all burst out laughing except for mom who was furious. “Roiland Hazeldine! You come back here and pick those cards up this instant!” Afterwards we got up to have a great big feast at the dining table. We had a big turkey and lots of mashed potato with gravy. After everyone was stuffed and full we made sure to have room for some hot chocolate with extra fluffy puffy marshmallows while watching a movie. When the movie ended it was getting real late so we all agreed to settle in for the night cause tomorrow was Christmas! I could barely sleep knowing tomorrow was Christmas.

“Bleu get up! Get up! It’s Christmas!” yelled Roiland, in my face and shaking me. Ugh... What is it... I said moaning. “Why it’s Christmas!!” That got my attention, I jumped out of bed. “Why didn’t you say so, let’s go!” Together we burst out the door, racing to get to the presents first. We slid down the stairs and to the tree where presents lay there. “I win,” cried Roiland and that means I open mines first!” He sang mocking me. “No fair,” I cried crossing my arms and ploping down. “You got a head start!” I whined. “Too bad so sad,” teased Roiland before selecting his present. “Look what Santa got me!” Cried Roiland who ripped apart the wrapping paper revealing a magician hat, cape, and wand. “I looked for mine and found a big one, inside was a new sled. “Wow that’s amazing” replied Roiland. “I wonder what else we got. Here’s one from uncle Bing! No way, he got me a four eye sunglasses! We ripped apart all the presents eventually. Roiland got a new pinball game, the magician outfit, a magic eightball, and a toy helicopter. I got a four eyed sunglasses (coolest thing ever), a sled, a board game, and a toy train. We started playing with our new toys, they were amazing. Then uncle Bing came down the stairs. “Looks like you two are having some fun, the hat looks good on you Roiland and the glasses Bleu!” He winked at us before taking a seat. “Well I have a little treat for you two, there’s a new ice skating rink that opened that I wanna take you too. I think you’ll enjoy it!” He said getting up. “Don’t worry we’ll be back for lunch, and on the way back we can stop for some milkshakes.” Ice skating, we never been icekating. This was new to both of us and I wasn’t so sure about the idea. Ice skating sounded boring and hard, something I didn’t have the patience for. We reluctantly followed him outside where we admired the fluffy snow and threw snowballs at each other on the way. (Btw, I lost but we shall not speak of that time ever again)

We arrived at the rink, there were already some others there, playing around. I watched them as we went to get our shoes. While uncle Bing helped tie my shoes I watched a girl jump on to the ice, she seemed like everyone else but then she started skating really fast. She twirled around around jumping and spinning in the air. She was amazing! Most people on the rink stopped to watch. She did it all perfectly before landing gracefully. She was like a real fairy! It was truly magical! “Can I do that?” I asked uncle Bing as he switched to tie Roiland’s. “Of course lad, you can do anything as long as you try.” That motivated me, I was gonna skate.

It was a lot harder then it looked compared to that performance when we got on the ice. I could barely stand much less skate. “It’s okay, I got you” uncle Bing said as he steadily lead me in while holding on to me. He explained how he had been doing it for years so he could skate already. My legs were shaking as I made small steps forward, my eyes glued to my feet. Then Roiland got impatient and instead of waiting for uncle Bing to help him, he jumped on the ice before falling on his butt and sliding to us. I didn’t look up in time to seem him sliding at me with no control. We crashed into each other and fell down. Me, not wanting to let him get away with that somehow managed to get up and try to go after him. “YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT YOU LITTLE TORPEDO PANTS!!”

I lunged at him as he try to get up and skate away but I end up falling back down. “Haha” he laughed as he managed to get up and move back and dodge me. I got up and pushed him, he yelped and almost fell over but regained his balance. Sighing in relief he realized that when I pushed him he started to skate and was speeding to the wall on the other side. “AHHHHH!” he yelled swinging his arms before crash landing against the wall. I burst out in laughter and started rolling on the ice. He got back up and started to skate towards me and fell a few times along the way which really made me crack up. Then he finally got the hang of it and started skating towards me at rapid speed. “HERE I COME!” I froze in panic, since when did he finally get the hang of it. I dove out of the way in time but end up spinning in circles. Some noticed and started to applaud me, only they didn’t know that was an accident and I was not showing off. That’s how it went after that, we chased each other around and somehow end up doing tricks that other skaters applauded or getting laughed when he crashed into each other.

We quickly ran out of energy eventually and left the rink (there was no winner incase you were wondering), and as uncle Bing promised, we got some milkshakes. Yum! The rest of the day was a breeze, we made forts, build snowman’s (mom’s was the best), and had snowball fights. Then we got to go sledding and my new sled was super fast, it was so much fun! Especially when Roiland crashed into a tree. We told stories when we got back and baked cookies with grandma. It really was the best day ever, by the end of the day I looked back at everything we did and realized that I actually enjoyed skating, not just crashing into Roiland but actually skating. That’s when I soon started taking lessons and actually getting pretty good at it. Just between you and me, the only other reason for that was so that if I accidentally set off monster Roiland again, I would have a better chance of getting out of it in one piece. Anyways that was the best Christmas ever!

[mango marmalade,,]

user: mango marmalade,,
name: alexandera mageía [m. witch]
gender: female [f]
write about a memorable christmas moment she's had!:
'what're you doing here, and what do you want. it's the middle of the night, for christ's sake!"
her silhouette is dark against the bright lights of the house
'you want to hear a STORY?? good lord, some of the people in this town. "
she scoffs, shaking her head
"fine! don't just stand there, the wind is freezing! come on in, come on in "
ushering you inside, she waves you towards a plush, ratted sofa in the corner
"now, what story did you want to hear. a spooky one? fantasy? dragons?"
her eyebrow raises.
"about ME? fine! you wanna hear one about magic?"
a mischievous glint in her eye as she settles into the chair
"okay, here goes "

back then, when i was younger, i was a young delinquent when it came to magic. it was the classic hit and run for me, most of the time. i would sneak up on some poor, unsuspecting passersby, give 'em a quick zap on the rear-end, then make myself invisible as i watched them wince at their sore behind. and the night i got caught wasn't really any different from the other tricks i had done, except that it was christmas eve. that night, magic, frost, and crystals were in the air. children were squealing, parents were sharing hidden glances, and i was perched on an apartment fire escape like a large bat. my plan was to just have a little bit of fun, for nothing to get to serious. what i didn't know was that it was going to be the biggest mistake of my life

she paused, sipping her tea and clearing her throat before continuing

it was just after 10 o'clock, the moon was shining, and the metal bars of the fire escape were freezing over. although most everyone was in bed or their homes, there were still a few people walking down the sidewalk burrowed in their scarves and coats
they were my targets.
after setting everything up, my plan was fully stable. i would play a little prank, and then dart into the open window to my right
after inspecting the room the window led to, i was satisfied i could hide there. now, the incantation i needed to whisper to get the spell going was not an easy one. not an easy one at all. but, somehow, i managed to pull it off

"looking back on it, i'm not entirely sure how i pulled it off "
she chuckled to herself, before moving on

i was feeling brave when i whispered the spell, having no regrets. and soon enough, driven by the power in my voice,
a small, flickering light appeared over the railing. dancing and bobbing, it looked like a small ghost. i gave it its instructions,
and then watched my plan unfold
the ghost, obeying the orders i had given to it, grew in size until it was the height of an average person. after calling down to it in a hushed voice, i leaned back with eager eyes to see what it would do.
making its way to the sidewalk, the ghost began to vibrate and move slowly down the street. with a loud 'oooooh', it bobbed up and down, and then continued moving. after passing a short man briskly walking, it turned and stopped right in front of the poor pedestrian. shrieking, the man threw a book at my ghost, and and off down the sidewalk.
i was delighted.
clapping my hands, i laughed into the crook of my elbow. i grinned with delight as my plan finally started to work! but the ghost didn't stop there, doing the same thing to each individual passerby that happened to walk down the street. that is, until it vanished into the air with a quiet 'poof'!
i stopped laughing immediately. that was not supposed to happen! was something wrong with my spell? was there a certain limit that the ghost could scare? i ran through the possibilities in my head, mumbling aloud, but froze when the tip of a stick dug into my neck
"don't move " someone growled, their voice gruff and hot
i gulped. there were only two things that could be happening. one, someone was playing pretend. two.

she stopped speaking, giving a small laugh as i leaned out of my seat in anticipation
"wait right here, i'm going to make you some hot cocoa. can't have a cold story listener!"
after making a cup of the brown, chocolate cocoa, she handed me the steaming mug and sat down
"now, where was ii. . ah! yes!"

or. . the magic police! i gulped, now realizing what of a mess i was into. i slowly turned around, right into the body of a large, broad-chested man in a blood-red cloak. yup, hat was the magic police alright! i stammered, trying to explain myself
'officer, what are you doing here?'
he sneered at me, leaning in close to my face. '
'responding to a report of magic being used in plain sight of mortals '

"i think i had a heart attack when that happened "
she paused from her story to think back

i inhaled sharply, realizing what kind of trouble i had gotten myself into. quickly thinking about what i could do, i didn't see the handcuffs circling my wrists until it was too late. now, i really started to freak out. what would abraham say when he had to bail me out of magic jail?? and on christmas DAY? i was in deep trouble now.
'come on, little girl. get in the car ' her voice startled me out of my thoughts. gulping, i looked at the car
the magic police car, with its padded area for monsters. a deep red car, the magic police could go invisible and go silent anytime they needed to. and now, i was climbing into the back of it! but before i had a chance to pull myself up, i was swept off my feet by the policeman
'hey!' i shrieked at being picked up. "put me down!"
a hand clapped around my mouth as i was tossed into the van, smothering any other sound to come from it. scrambling to my feet, i attempted to body slam the man that had tossed me in. but before i could rush at him, the man gave a sarcastic smile and slammed the vans door shut in my face.

"that was quite a shocker for me, let me tell you that."

i fell asleep in the van, despite the bumps and jostles that shook me every five seconds. and when i awoke, boy was i surprised. they didn't bring me to magic juvie, where all of the young deliquents went. no, they brought me to...
magic jail.
big tough men wearing steel cuffs. women covered in tattoos with a gag in their mouth. gulped as i watched a guard approach the van door. instead of opening it right away, he had a muffled conversation with the driver. now, i was expecting to get murdered on my first day there. what i was not expecting was for my trusted (usually calm...) mentor to come barreling into the facility wearing a bathrobe and slippers.

"i had never been so mortified in my life."
she chuckles, wiping tears from her eyes.

abraham, my father figure and teacher, was in pajamas. at the prison. with everyone watching. i wanted to die right there.
breathing heavily, he staggered up to the driver of the van and almost collapsed. he spoke with the man with his hands on his knees, seeming to pause every few moments to catch his breath. the driver of the van, seemingly shocked into silence, nodded to everything abe said. but then, abe pointed to the van. to the van door. to me.
i gulped, anticipating the long silence in the drive home. the van driver walked towards the door, and with a few quick moves,
unlocked it.
it swungopen, revealing me.
"hi... abe. what are you doing here? hehe..." i chuckled sheepishly, but stopped instantly when i saw the frown on his face. "
"hrm. i could ask the same of you, young lady."

"it was a loooong car ride home, i can tell you that."
she shook her head, seemingly directed at her younger self.

in the car, there was silence. lots of silence. no radio, no nothing. the only noise that would occasionally puncture the awkward tension was the mumble and grumble of the car motor, but other than that
no
noise.
at all.
near the end of the ride, i felt like i wanted to disappear. i could feel the disappointment radiating off of abraham, feel his shame at having to do this for me. and i was ashamed too. i felt terrible. how come i never thought about my only family member when i did these tricks? how could i be so irresponsible as to let him down like this? i was filled with so much guilt, and i knew that it was all my fault.

''that christmas morning, i didn't want to open presents. i kinda sat in a slump all day, before finally apologizing profusely to abe. i'm sure he doesn't remember it now, but i do.''
she stands, brushing off her legs.
"now it's time for you to go."
ushering you out the door and into the cold, she gives one last final wave goodbye before shutting the door firmly behind her.
(faintly from inside the house, you hear:)
"abe? hi! i... i wanted to wish you a merry christmas. i miss you too. love you!
...
abe? thank you for being the best dad i could ever have."
[1622/unlim]

[cherubim]

res res ♡ what a babe

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write about a memorable christmas moment theyve had!: same goes for the writing , feel free to make it lengthy but stay on topic the best you can !

[redhorizon]

Res!!

[koegami]

res with writing
also

do you mean jan 3rd??
i just noticed the end date

[the fool.]

mark !

[fruitvale]

res with writing
also

do you mean jan 3rd??
i just noticed the end date

whoops yeah ! ! pfft i Dumb sorry