gallery of artistic oddities | gooble festival '23

[bakuraas.]

goobies main page || gooble festival page

Sibix doesn't greet you as you enter the gallery, which right now is filled with...nothing. She does look to you after a while though. "Oh, I take it you heard I'm offering worms for art? I was expecting some gooble participants... but you lot will do." She quickly shoves a bundle of art supplies into your paws. "Unlike my contemporaries, I do not simply want some well-written stories in your strongest style, I want chaos, confusion, the peak of abstraction- nonsense incarnate! You won't be doing what you usually do artistically... that is, unless you prefer a smaller payment."

Every day, Sibix will provide a style or challenge prompt, you must at least attempt the prompt in order to get rewards*. Everyone will get a participation reward, but one or more entries may get more worms. (SIbix's Favorites).

*this will be on the basis of trust, I am trusting that you tried your best to do the challenge if you submit it <3
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Rules
‼️ referencing for this booth is fine (and encouraged!) but direct tracing will not be tolerated
‼️ please do not post before I have updated the day/prompt at rollover
‼️ there are no art minimums, but any writing prompts have a 100 word minimum unless otherwise stated
‼️ do not make a fuss about a prompt being difficult- this is a challenge booth!
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Days + Challenges
Participation; 3-5 Worms
Judge Favorites; 6-8 Worms
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Days + Challenges
Day 1.) Writing/Art Swap!
Day 2.) Lineless Art!
Day 3.) Haiku Poetry!
Day 4.) Chibi Style!
Day 5.) Scene Writing!
Day 6.) Hatching/Crosshatching
Day 7.) Blackout Poetry
Day 8.) Zentangle
Day 9.) 10-1-10 Challenge
Day 10.) Whatever You Want!
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[size=110][b]Today's Challenge is....Whatever you Want![/b][/size]
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[bakuraas.]

"Wow, there's more of you than I expected...to be fair, I expected nobody to show up. Either way, let's get started with the first challenge. It's something simple, but that's to make sure you're ready for some of the challenges ahead. This is also one for both artists and writers, so let's see a big turnout (or, something)..."

Today's challenge is...Writing/Art Swap!
If you usually do art, write something! If you usually write, draw something!

[Rinsea]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; Rinsea
challenge entry; I have always disliked creative writing and never really got good making lore/stories/developing my characters so here we goo! q-q

I will approach today's challenge by giving my girl Lu some life and character based a little bit on the event gooish 2022 (when she was created)

Lu is a solitary mergoo who spends most of her time alone in the sea. She learned to survive on her own in the colorful reefs and deep blues. That was until she spotted her first island. Seeing shallow waters and leafy structures that protrude out of land and water for the first time caught her attention. As she slowly swam to shore, she heard music for the first time and saw other creatures who look like her but with.. legs? After her first sighting of other goobies, she felt warm inside. Something that she never felt before. Still hesitant to approach the other goobs, she continued to observe all that happened in gooish 2022 from afar.

[Rathalos]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; Ghost King
challenge entry; Writing! [I tend to go equally with both so i was very conflicted lol, but i tend to gravitate towards drawing more in the end so writing gets an attempt this time.] [For this time I will write for you about Akechi! And it's written in 2nd person pov!]

[630 words.]

For you he was always the brightest star in any room.

When you arrived at the kingdom at the orders of your superiors you didn't expect to find him. Or the way he bewitched you so.

At first glance he seems very average. He might be tall but his looks are entirely bland, from white fur with barely any markings to unkempt black hair that despite his station as a king he rarely tries to tame. The only hint of color he has comes from the golden crown that sits heavily between his horns and from the icy blue of his staid glare. Unremarkable. Boring even.

But not to you. Not to you.

It's from the way he carries himself, with gentle assuredness. The way he keeps his head high even when he's losing. The sound of his ugly laughter which he tries to hide behind his paw as if that would silence the terrible guffaws he lets outs. The way he looks after a long day in court, even if he's tired from listening to people all day he still spares a warm smile for his staff. From the way he confides in you, looks at you its-

Day after day, you look at him and know.

He will be mine.

Your superiors tasked you with the fall of his kingdom, but how could you make it so when doing so would mean destroying him? To see the stars fall from his eyes, the blackening of his golden heart. You do not want that.

Or at least, you do not want that in a way that would take him from you. Oh, you are confident that you can carry out what your superiors sent you to do, pesky sentimentality is no issue to you.

But you do not want to let him go. The mere thought is unbearable to you. So you strive to find a solution for yourself.

But after year after year passes, as there is no progress from your mission and just an increasing infatuation with the king and your superiors get more and more infuriating you know something has to give.

So you start the war.

War is fun to you. Strategies and high tension and subterfuge, this is the kind of enviroment where you thrive. The king seeks your counsel as you knew he would do, you gladly give it to him as this means spending more time with him. Even if you can see the slight whitening of his hair, and the way he never relaxes anymore. Not even with you. This is a new facet of him and you adore it as much as you do the other ones.

You know how this war will end. Because you are good at what you do.

There is no hesitation in your heart.

You see his corpse in the middle of the battlefield. Because he said he could never be called king if he could not defend his people himself. He's streaked with a myriad of wounds and he looks oddly diminished to what used to be his larger than life presence. You do not know what killed him, if it was the wounds or something more sinister.

He stares blankly at you. There's nothing of the spark he used to look at you with, you frown and lash your tail from side to side.

Oh well.

Calling forth your magic, that magic your superiors are even afraid of, the one that comes from your chest and your lungs and your heart. As the blackening of your pelt goes on and purple mist starts seeping from your paws you entone,

"As the stars fade from your eyes, and shadows start to crawl along your spine...
You will belong to me."

[Polluux.]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username;Polluux.
challenge entry;910 words | Using the Colorcode kids + their father who isn’t done yet.
Touching on Tangerines dysphoria in being the only agel in a family of diabs and thinking he isn't the right subspecies.

Tangerine hummed, pushing his paws down into the blanket nest he’d put together with Navy earlier and let out a little happy chirp flicking out his tail as he moved through the fabric and laid down in the pile.

The two had rummaged through the entire lair for next to an hour looking for all the blankets, Navy having stolen most of them from Crimson’s room while Tangerine kept watch.

He chirped as he heard Navy padding back through the lair towards their little hiding spot, his wings swaying as he kept kneading the blankets into the walls and watched as Navy shoved more blankets through the little hole in the wall they’d discovered years ago.

His oldest brother squeezed through the cubby and hummed in greeting, tugging along more blankets and shoving them down into the nest.

Tangerine grabbed them and kneaded them down into the growing form of almost a cocoon.

“Do you think Crimson, Lilac, and Papa are gonna like it?” Tangerine questioned looking at his brother with wide-eyes, paws tapping the blankets in excitement.

Navy hummed consideringly, tipping his head and looking at the blankets while Tangerine watched him, his ears lowering with every second Navy didn’t respond.

Navy paused and then “I think they’d love it Tange.” he said smiling at the younger, his fangs glinting as Tangerine let out happy chirps and squeaks, flying out the cubby hole entrance to look for their siblings and father.

He shot through the lair bounding into Lilac’s lab, his wings fluttering through the air as he jumped up onto the purple horned goobies back, Lilac let out a screech of surprise causing Tangerine to laugh and jump off.

“Come on, the nest is done, get your tablets and everything!!” Tangerine yelled as he ran from the room, chuckling as he heard Lilac bark after him.

He yelped as he slammed into something looking up and seeing Crimson, the older watching him confused.

“Why are you running through the lair like that?” Crimson asked, stepping around the youngest who had leaped back up to his paws and was bouncing slightly.

“Navy helped me finish the cubby nest!” Tangerine said, rocking on his heels.

Crimson blinked, raising a brow “Did he?”

Tangerine nodded before jumping “Go! I need to get papa!” He said, bolting past the second oldest.

“Papa! Papa!” Tangerine yelled running into the dojo, his wings flapping and he jumped at his father making Ivory gasp and move to catch the youngest pup.

“Tangerine, no running in the dojo. You know this” Ivory scolded his ears twitching as he looked the agel over as Tangerine giggled.

“Papa! The nest cubby is done, Come on!” Tangerine squeaked, wriggling from Ivory’s grip and running from the dojo making his way back to the cubby, seeing Lilac and Crimson standing outside talking quietly, and slid to a stop while laughing.

“Inside, inside!” He ushered pushing at their flanks glancing back and seeing their father walking up behind them and chirped slipping through the hole in the wall after his brothers, greeting Navy who had squished himself far into the corner of the nest, Lilac moving to lay down next to him with Crimson almost on top of his twin who was grumbling while Lilac chuckled.

The four looked at the entrance waiting for Ivory, the oldest Goobie slowly making his way into the cubby grumbling slightly before finally all five were situating themselves into the nest Tangerine and Navy had put together.

“Lilac do you have the-” “Yes.”

Lilac pulls the laptop from the pile of snacks and stuff they’d brought, shoving it before them all and pushing the disk in, setting the movie up while everyone grabbed their drinks, snacks, and other stuff they’d brought.

Tangerine was watching the screen with wide eyes, his head laid down on top of Ivory’s, his muzzle peaking out from inbetween the oldest horns and Navy glanced over at Crimson tipping his head.

Crimson huffed and pulled a small box from the decreased pile and handed it to Navy, Lilac caught sight of it and hummed.

“Hey Tange!” Navy barked, “Catch!” He said throwing the small cardboard box at Tangerine’s head who yelped and ducked, Ivory swiping the box out of the air, scolding the oldest who just smiled innocently as their father handed it to Tangerine.

The youngest looked at it confused, pulling at the edges before tearing it open and blinking.

“It needs tape.” Lilac said holding a roll out.

Tangerine grabbed it carefully before pulling the pair of nicely decorated cardboard triangles from the box, tears in his eyes.

The cardboard pieces were a light orange around the edges, folded into pyramids and the triangles a darker orange, one of Crimson’s golden pens had been put to use to create a shimmery effect.

He looked up and was unsure what to do glancing over at their father who took the tape from his paws and carefully used it to place the horns on his head where the rest of his family’s own sat.

Tangerine raised a paw and touched them, feeling the weight of them on his head and a giggle escaped him as tears streaked down his fur, he reached back and pulled the scarf around his tail down and over the fur.

Maybe now it wouldn't feel so bad when he saw the reflection of his wings and halo instead of horns and a short slim tail like his older brother's own tails in the mirror.

[minknip]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; tejki
challenge entry; writing!! im an artist in blood </3 using song and kyan



Night around the neighbourhood was generally quiet, until you spot two siblings making their way down the streets, splashing their paws in the water that sits in the gutters. The one that glows isn't the one that leads, however. He is more reserved, younger than his sister, who is more proud and confident, yet soft-spoken. The two hold no blood to each other, or their fathers, and yet they intertwine with no issue, curling around each other when the nights are cold and fighting for favouritism from their parents.

He is not a winner. He never was, he realises as he follows her down the pathway tonight. Song is everything he isn't. Kept-together, neat, social, a loving partner. She has many talents, she's a singer, a wordsmith. Kyanite is the pure opposite, he lacks basic skills, cannot read nor write, is clumsy and is always hurt on adventures with his dads. As he looks after her, the way she weaves around the paths, he wonders why he can't be her. Why she looks to him with pride. He's not used to the affectionate look they give him, he's scared of it. The disappointment he regulars is more prominent in his mind, and yet he's been her brother for years now.

So what is it?

Kyanite cannot find his answer, and he knows he might never when Song pulls him close and points across the streets to a building she had taken an interest in lately, a flower shop. When she speaks of it, she glows, as if she were the one with bioluminescence. Her eyes go all strange, showing an emotion Kyan never knew the name of, and probably never will. As she skips away to the only shop open at this time of night, Kyan cannot bring himself to follow her, and instead turns away and makes his way back down the streets, attempting to make his way home alone in the dark, with his lack of sense of direction.

His ears droop, his tail pulsing with negativity as the membrane crawls and if anything tries to seperate itself from him. It hurts, he swears, it hurts. Kyan turns to look over his shoulder before he continues on, alone. And yet, he doesn't feel afraid today, and he pauses. Something has healed within.

[Caeleesi]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; caeleesi
challenge entry;
[I write and do art, but i guess I write less ? so i'll do that aaa]
249 words.

Crack.
It's late at night and you've found yourself lost in the forest.
Dense fog is creeping along the ground and surrounding your body, making it difficult to see more than 10 feet area, and to make matters worse, you just heard the snapping of a branch nearby. With your arms partially outstretched to avoid bumping into anything, you inch forward through the trees, one step at the time.

Rustle.
The bushes to your far left are moving, and you could've sworn you saw something walking behind them. You catch a glimpse of a sharp-toothed grin surrounded by darkness, and a chill runs down your spine. You think it's best if you head to the right for now, keeping an eye on anything that moves in the darkness.

Rattle.
What is that sound? It almost reminds you of... bones?
You feel like you're being watched, and with every step that doesn't belong to you, the rattling gets louder. It's so close you feel as though you could reach out and -

you freeze.

A pair of gleaming red eyes is staring right at you.

RUN.
You sprint in the opposite direction as fast as you can go, dodging trees and tripping over branches until you find yourself back on the path you started on. You skid to a halt and take deep breaths, trying to figure out your position before starting to walk faster again, escaping the forest a little while later with a wicked story to tell your friends.

[nio]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; nio
challenge entry; writingggggg i hate it aaaaaa. but then i do it and have fun, so ty for this :3

402 words. goobies and pizza



The pizza box landed on the coffee table with a soft thump. Immediately, a cheesy garlic scent wafted around the room. The three goobies squashed on the two-seater all rushed to grab a piece at once. It was a tradition for them all to share a cheese garlic pizza before filling up on their shared half and halfs.

“Meatlovers and Pepperoni…” The goobie, Samhain, who was holding the pizza boxers handed another box to the goobie furthest from batself. “For Hertz and I.”

Hertz grabbed the boat enthusiastically. “Meat time baby!” He opened the box and swiftly plucked a pepperoni piece off the side that was clearly not his. Samhain narrowed bat’s eyes and false-swiped at Hertz’s head.

“And… Vegetarian and Firebreather for Lux and Sombra.” The taller of the two, Lux, reached out the grab their box.

“I hope they didn’t spill the spices on my side like last time…” She tore off a slice of her veggie covered half.

“Pshhh don’t be a baby Lux. There’s like no heat to it!” Sombra nudged her friend. “Anyway, what were we going to watch?”

The three on the couch had been watching GooToks streamed onto the TV. Samhain grabbed the remote and switched it to Gooflix.

“Wait, no, not Gooflix. It’s crap.” Sombra reached for the remote but Samhain moved it out of her reach.

“It’s the only streaming service I have, sorry. I don’t have endless money for endless services. Damn capitalism.”

Sombra snorted. “We could just… y‘know. Arrggh.”

Samhain blinked. Not a thought was behind bat’s eyes.

“She means pirate.” Lux giggled.

“I could also just hack into any service if you want. Lemme try to get into GooTV.”

Hertz, who had already finished his pizza, stretched out onto the other two. “What’s on there?”

“The Last of Goos. You’d like it.”

Hertz perked up. “Is that the one with the goobies that get infected with crazy mushrooms?”

Sombra nodded. She was already on her laptop clacking away at the RBG keys.

“Is it scary?” Lux asked, looking mildly anxious. Samhain plopped biteself into her lap and wrapped an arm around her.

“You can hide behind my mullet if you get scared.”

Lux snorted. “Thanks.”

“Hacker voice… I’m in. Let’s go boiz.”

The four goobies all cuddled together on the couch to eat their pizza and watch The Last of Goos. It was so nice to have friends like these.

[lupiine]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; keeshond
challenge entry; grrrrrr writing slkjfdfsdfg [102 words]

Terra whistled as she walked under and around the newly formed giant bunnies. Did Rhea have anything to do with this? She had always liked testing out her harmless potions on different things. It was always a chore to clean up after one of Rheas potions [especially if Howl had anything to do with them] and today was like any other day. At least these bunnies were cute and.. had no fangs or claws. These were regular run of the mill giant fluffy cottontails... or so she thought. Were they..? No they couldn't be... they couldn't be GROWING still could they..?

"RHEAAAA!!"

[solos]

Today's Challenge is....Writing/Art Swap!
username; solos
challenge entry; writing [i do an even split typically so i flipped a coin to see what to do] , 147 words

The night was winding down, the line of goobies getting longer and longer as the late afternoon into the night came to a close. “I can’t believe it’s really happening!!” Darcie exclaimed excitedly to the group she was with. “I know! Tonight is going to be so much fun, i know it.” Maevis replied.

After some more small chatter, there was a voice at the start of the line, announcing that the doors were opening in a few moments. With that, every sitting goobie stood up from the concrete flooring, ready to run in to the concert venue. As the doors opened, all of the goobies piled into the general admission spots, Darcie and Maevis scoring their space at the fences right in front of the stage.

Once everyone had gotten to their spots or seats, the lights dimmed, the dimming making the crowd scream with joy.