[Beatnik]

Finally posting one of the designs I've been playing with. nwn I made this one today and the plume is kind of Sugar Plum based after awhile.

This plumie has a hobby of the arts, but you get to decide what it is. nwn This will end next Saturday around 9pm Mountain Time. If you guys couldn't tell, it's slightly based off a sugar plum. I was having fun with purple and then started listening to 'Pour Some Sugar on Me' by Def Leppard.

You are allowed only art extras, but aren't required.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Sex:[/b] (You can include gender if you'd like)
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Hobby/Occupation of the Arts:[/b] (Singing, Dancing, Writing, Drawing, Painting, whatever! Word limit for this section is 200 words. owo)
[b]Relationship with another plumie:[/b] (yep, I'm requiring one relationship. DO NOT DESCRIBE THE OTHER PLUMIE. You can post a mock rp of the two plumies, or write a story, or whatever. I will be less likely to choose you if you only post something that is bland text. If you can, use someone else's plumie to help with building a good character of the plumie. I want to mostly see personality of the plumie.)

[Amberlilli]

Dropping!

Good Luck ;w;

[Master of Nothing]

Dropping out, but good luck to all who entered! What a pretty!

[huskyhiccups]

Username: Epsilon.
Sex: Female
Name: Cita
Hobby/Occupation of the Arts: (Singing, Dancing, Writing, Drawing, Painting, whatever! Word limit for this section is 200 words. owo)
Relationship with another plumie: Using my plumie, Static.
(yep, I'm requiring one relationship. DO NOT DESCRIBE THE OTHER PLUMIE. You can post a mock rp of the two plumies, or write a story, or whatever. I will be less likely to choose you if you only post something that is bland text. If you can, use someone else's plumie to help with building a good character of the plumie. I want to mostly see personality of the plumie.)

wip

[quietlights]

Username: a s h e s .
Sex: Female(You can include gender if you'd like)
Name: wip
Hobby/Occupation of the Arts: (Singing, Dancing, Writing, Drawing, Painting, whatever! Word limit for this section is 200 words. owo) wip
Relationship with another plumie: using Saiya, wip(yep, I'm requiring one relationship. DO NOT DESCRIBE THE OTHER PLUMIE. You can post a mock rp of the two plumies, or write a story, or whatever. I will be less likely to choose you if you only post something that is bland text. If you can, use someone else's plumie to help with building a good character of the plumie. I want to mostly see personality of the plumie.)

forgot to finish, good luck!

[Zuppe]

Username:
honorablechickensoup

Sex:

Demiboy

Maxwell was born Male but identifies with Demiboy. He uses He, Him, They, their prounouns.
A demiboy is someone who identifies as partially male, partially something else.In this case Maxwell is partially gender fluid, partially male...

Name:

Maxwell Jones

Hobby/Occupation of the Arts:

Acting/drama

Maxwell didn't get into Drama until into his adult hood. He was a geeky child that was very closed off and introverted. As an adult he was pulled into acting and now dreams of the big time on Broadway. Acting is now his life, even though he still has a place in his heart for Star trek and Video Games...

Relationship with another plumie:

((his relationship with his best friend September))

The female plume named September is 8 years my minor. She is 10 years old, extremely friendly...and very bossy.
The day I had met her I had no clue we would become friends, I was a high school graduate...top of my class. September was still in elementary school. I was living in Manhattan at the time alone, with nobody but my cat and collection of video games...
It was a cool November morning, the northern air crisp with the chill of the oncoming winter. I was sitting outside the comic book store fiddling with my coat wanting nothing more than to go inside. But it was early and thus too early...
Thats when a small body bumped into me. A little plume with bi-colored eyes and long brown hair..
"Oh sorry sir!" She laughed and backed away, I stared after her opening my mouth a little, wanting to say something. But like usual...nothing came out. Could I not talk to even a child?
Being an introverted geek, as many referred me as, I had trouble talking to those I don't know. I had thought that maybe I would be able to talk to at least a small child but as I stare, The plume had only rolled her eyes "Talkative arn't cha? Anyways, you think you could help me out? I'm sort of in a pickle"

"A...pickle?" I mumbled out incredulously. What was she even talking about? why would anyone be in a pickle pickles are gross...
She nodded frantically and looked side to side up and down the street. "Yup, a bad one too, I'm looking for my Lat"
"Your...Lat?" I mumbled, she nodded. What did that mean? I had no idea. What was this child talking about?
"My lat, I lost sight of her a couple of streets down when I was going down 3rd Avenue, I just moved here so i have no idea what I'm doin'-" She laughed out nervously. She looked up at me and smiled chatting on, laughing every few of so sentences.

Lat? did she mean she lost her Latte or something? My first thought was she was looking for a starbucks. My mind drifted off as she was speaking so I didn't quite catch everything. Sometimes I really do drift away...not that I mean to, I'm just not use to others talking to me...
"--so thats what happened and I was wondering if you could direct me?"
I snapped out of my thoughts quickly and stared blankly at her "Huh?"
"To my guardian, Lattan. We were separated a few streets down? looking for-did you even listen?" She glared at me and I flinched a little, holding my paws up in defeat. "I-I"
she snorted and laughed a little then waved in my face "Calm down its ok~ your just a bit...drifty"
I opened my mouth again, but alas no words came out. No words had come to mind, how come I couldn't talk to this child?! she was friendly enough!! I then settled for a small nod.
Needless to say after that we spent the entire day chasing down her guardian in Manhattan, and no I wasn't very happy at the time being that I never got to go into the comic book store before closing...
We both wandered into central park, the sun hiding behind the buildings and others running about from work, or even the many tourists that roam this area.

As we sat down on one of the many park benches I looked to the side watching her carefully, the little plume kicking her feet in thought. I didn't talk to her much during the day, though, she seemed to like to talk to me more. Not that I minded, it was nice for someone to notice your presence and talk to. Although the situation was a bit...bad. "So...september. where are your parents?" She glanced up at me almost surprised I had said something to her. Not surprisingly though...being that she was the one whom talked most the day....moreover ninety five percent.
"I don't know.." I looked to her and watched the little plumes face fall slightly. "I was raised by miss Lattan most of my life...and then at some points I had nobody..." I felt my heart drop when the optimism seemed to lesson a bit. Her mismatched eyes staring into the trees of central park. "oh...I'm sorry...are you ok?" She looked to me and nodded "I'm fine! just a few memories... what about you?" I recoiled a bit racking through my brain on what to tell the little fifth grader. Nothing much...I didn't really have family. I had one or two friends in the past, but those friendships didn't last.... Come on Max say something, be the cool high school teen buddy you see on those cute tv shows....
"I had parents, but I lost them a long time ago. I live by myself now" September blinked and stared at me in wonder
"Nobody took you in?"
I paused thinking then frowned shaking my head. I mumbled a quiet no that she had seemed to hear, her eyes sadly staring at me. "Thats too bad..I'm sorry..."
I sat next to her and smiled, going to try to lighten the mood "So your 10 years old... what grade?" September seemed to brighten up and she laughed "5th! I'm going into middle school next year!" I smile at her enthusiasm, which I never had even when I was her age....how could someone as young as she is be so easy to talk to. September pulled me our of my thoughts by her poking me in the side. "Max Max Maaaxxxx you spaced out again!" I paused and quietly apologized, that seemed to happen way too much...
"I asked what about you?" I thought for a moment "I'm 18...I'm a senior in high school" "really??" September began to stare at me in awe, her eyes brightening up a little, I nodded and laughed. "Yup!" "Thattsss awesome so are you one of those cool kids?" I let out a sigh and shook my head, staring out into the park. "no...I'm actually one of the nerds" I leaned back on the park bench "I play video games, get good grades and well.....unlike others I don't really have many peers..." September looked at me quizzically and shook her head "No friends? that's not cool....hey wait you do have a friend" I looked at her shaking my head "What do you mean?"
"I'm your friend! I don't have much friends either- I think we can be good friends!" I open my mouth to respond but I cant.
Friend? really? someone actually wanted to be my friend?
"You....want to be friends?"
September nodded happily and jump up in front of me, her eyes sparkling "yup! we can be the best of friends! you the more older brother figure and me the baby sister~"
I shake my head in amusement, was she for real? it would be nice to have a friend but...she was in elementary school? I was graduating this year...I was practically a legal adult!
I looked to September staring me down with her eyes, almost like a puppy dog...and I couldn't help but smile. Maybe being friends wasn't that bad...after all, she was nice enough.
"Sure, we can be friends"
I watched her light up like fireworks on the forth of July as she unexpectedly jumped into my arms for a bone crushing hug. I stare ahead not use to the random affection from this child...my 'friend'
that sounded so weird but so great....a friend... I had a friend... that's when I noticed a female plume a few feet into the park running frantically to us that very point, she looked distressed...
"S-S-Sir! h-have you seen...S-SEP!" September jumped and slipped away from me in an instant "LAT!'.
so this was Lat...
'Lat' looked to me and smiled as she embraced September, a thankful glint in her eye "Tt-t-t-hankyou for ww-watching sir, I've been l-l-looking everywheree-e." I mumbled that it really wasn't a problem and as soon as she had arrived, Lat dragged the little plume away. Not even a goodbye, though I do beleive we will cross paths again, and in fact we sure did...

a few weeks after that ordeal, I met the little plume once again at the comic book store where I find myself every week. Except she wasn't lost, of Course her guardian was with her.
It soon became ritualistic and I became super protective of her. I really did seem to adopt as my younger sister at that point, and Lat? may as well now be as close as my 'little sis' September. Having a new found family was overwhelming at times, but then... I'm lucky...
and I'm happy.

[Ines.]

Username: peachcream
Sex: female
Name: Alexandra Van Young
Hobby/Occupation of the Arts: Alexandra's hobby is photography. She loves to take the perfect picture, she will do almost any thing get it!
Relationship with another plumie: (yep, I'm requiring one relationship. DO NOT DESCRIBE THE OTHER PLUMIE. You can post a mock rp of the two plumies, or write a story, or whatever. I will be less likely to choose you if you only post something that is bland text. If you can, use someone else's plumie to help with building a good character of the plumie. I want to mostly see personality of the plumie.)

[pep]

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username: pep, you may know me better as bodt. i own two plumerians: nitori and reese.
sex: whilst biologically male, he only identifies partially as male, choosing to identify as a demiboy. he prefers masculine or gender-neutral (they/them) pronouns.
name: carlos flynn - usually goes by carlo or carlos, but his fashion collection falls under the alias flynn milo
hobby/occupation of the arts: carlos is very, very involved in the world of fashion design. he isn't the type to screech at a fashion epidemic or criticize someones' outfit on the street; he's much too passive to do that, but he does avidly attempt at chasing his career option of his own clothing collection to be presented in the world of plumerians, on the most prestigious runways. his fashion is a mere hobby as his occupation lies in a cozy bookshop on a corner of his comfortable city's downtown. he wears a tape measure around his neck everywhere, and is nearly constantly scribbling down sketches in his sketchbook dubbed the 'fashion book'. a pencil is commonly perched behind his left ear. his inspiration for his collections come not from nature, or from objects, but other plumerians. occasionally someone enters the bookstore and he can't help but observe them and scribble down a few details about them only to elaborate on the designs later. he also has fabrics and unfinished articles strewn nearly everywhere in his apartment, his clutter almost unbearable. and don't even have him start discussing his latest ideas, as passion will light up in his eyes, and he will never stop talking!!

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relationship with another plumie: using arienne (with permission)
arienne breathed a sigh as she sat on a stool next to the main desk of the book store, watching carlos doodle in the sketchpad. "so why did you need me here?" she questioned, and immediately a very flustered carlos looked up at his friend. he and arienne had been friends for quite a while, and he was even starting to develop feelings beyond friendship for her, but he felt too awkward and silly to even try and confess. he decided he wanted to take her on a trip, since it was one special holiday, after all. he was quite excited to tell her; he had already bought the airplane tickets and made hotel reservations.

"okay, so, you ready? you might need to sit down for this one.. wait, you already are!" his words fell out of his mouth easily, as he always found it so easy to joke around with and tease her. "since you're, like, my really great friend, i wanted to take you down to mexico on a trip. i have roots there, and i know day of the dead is happening, and i think it'd be a really good time if you would come with me!" a sheepish grin was on his face as he shifted his weight, staring into her surprised blue eyes; this only made him grin wider.

arienne took a while to reply, he noted quickly; maybe she was calculating things in her head behind those beautiful, totally perfect blue eyes. 'don't be a creep, carlo!' his mind screamed and he averted his gaze for a second, but when he took the chance to peek back up at her she was smiling the most gigantic smile he'd ever seen on her, and it made him fall more and more, his chest warming and his heart thumping quickly against his chest. god, he really was a weird dork in love.

"i'd love to go," she spoke, but immediately the other plumerian cut her off excitedly; carlo was almost jumping around behind the counter with sole childish excitement.

"good, because i ordered plane tickets and made reservations and everything!!" he exclaimed, his bright green eyes so wide and so happy one could think he just won the lottery. he practically did, after all. he was so excited he was going to mexico for the most extravagant festival ever. "our flight is at ten o'clock tonight, so we'll be able to reach our destination and settle in our hotel, maybe sleep a little..." he trailed off, remembering his atrocious jet lag. "okay, sleep a lot, and since tomorrow is november first, we can party it up at night. that's when the festival is most extravagant."

he then pulled his tape measure off from around his neck. "now, can i get your measurements? i have an idea for another shirt in a collection i'm working on and i'd like you to be the model..."

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the second they hit their own respective hotel beds, both plumerians were practically mumbling sweet 'i love you's to their comfortable beds and poofy comforters, and carlos laughed as he stretched on the bed, his back giving a few pops, making him sigh contently and curl into the bed. reaching out of his pocket, he removed his small little instant camera, snapping a quick picture of adrienne curled into her sheets; the flash went off, making her groan and block her face. not in time, though. carlo, knowing the cheesy dork he was, placed the picture on the bedside table between the two beds. "i need fashion inspiration," he whispered with a small grin.

the next day they woke up to loud music and a parade happening out before them in the street. carlos shook his friend awake and sprinted to the window, throwing open the shades and opening the window, inhaling the fresh air. using the cheap, generic brand coffee mix and lame little coffee brewer in the room, the two of them stirred endless sweeteners and creamers into each others' drinks until seeing when the other scowled because of all the sugar. their cute pastime, lazy and relaxing, was accompanied by the sounds of the festival beginning.

he took a picture of her right then and there: the female stared out the window, sitting in the windowsill with carlos, and she was cradling the mug of coffee in her hands. beautiful, utterly beautiful. she heard the click of the camera and only smiled at him, and his heart thumped against his chest. he swore he was blushing, but he hoped he wasn't!

their day consisted of hastily preparing for the day then leaving to attend to the festivities of the day. together they ate pan de muerto, purchased sugar skulls to place at the altars of younger children, and danced almost the whole day. it was just as he had remembered as a child: mourning, but being happy at the same time, knowing your death would soon come as well but there was nothing to do to escape it. somehow, that thrilled the male. it always had.

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at ten o'clock pm, they sat in their hotel room, drinking the nasty leftovers of the coffee from that morning, and seeing who could make the ugliest cringes. carlo had thought this little game up, of course. they sat in the windowsill again, staring out the window and up at the bright stars. it was soothing and he let himself lean against the female, who leaned back, the two of them just silent and enjoying basking in the moonlight.

"arienne, i want to see the stars with you. every year, we could come back," carlos blurted, turning to her with a small grin. she took it a whole different way, however, but laid her paw over his own with a cheerful sigh.

"every year, let's do it, carlo," she answered. "you're the best friend ever."

he smiled sadly to himself, and he knew then: being friends with his crush was fine. she was all he ever really needed to be happy anyways, whether it would be in dating or friendship form. and he was happy now, sitting under the stars with this female: the one he'd based collections off of, the one who made him smile. arienne, arienne, arienne, he thought. my sweet arienne.

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art by xerberus, ordered by me!

[Guest]

Username: I'm Doom Paws, hello! c:
Sex: Female, please use those pronouns only.
Name: Cassidy, an Irish name meaning both 'clever' or 'curly-haired'
Hobby/Occupation of the Arts: Cassidy works part-time at a coffee shop, but her heart belongs to the beautiful art of sand drawing. Even though it takes awhile to find a big enough place, along with the hassle of making it, when she is done with it she feels extremely accomplished. She likes it even more when she can find some pearly white sand. It's the best for making detailed drawings in her opinion. Then again, she's fine with almost any shade of sand, as long as she can draw with it!
Relationship with another plumie: The candle witch.
Cassidy sat alone in her subway seat, popping gumdrops into her mouth, on her merry way to work. Only one other person was on the train, a purple lady sitting across from her, the lady's long hair hanging in front of her eyes.
"Hello there." Cassidy said softly, the words tumbling out of her mouth. "My name is Cassidy." She waited awhile, hoping for the lady to respond. But there was no answer. Cassidy thought for a second that the lady might be deaf. Oh no, great! What if she forgot sign language? What if-
"Hello, Cassidy." The lady whispered. Cassidy waited again, hoping the lady would give her her name. But no luck.
"So, um, anyways...what do you like to do?" Cassidy asked her. "I-I work at a coffee shop. It's rather nice." She felt rather nervous around this lady for some reason, but she reminded herself she never really talked to many people but close friends. This lady just gave her chills down her back. Nice chills.
"Oh, things." The lady sighed sadly. "If I told you, I would get in trouble. I'm probably on thin ice just for talking to you." She looked at the ground, muttering something darkly.
"Oh, you can trust me!" Cassidy said brightly, craning her neck down to the sad lady.
"You promise?" The lady looked up.
"I pinky promise!" Cassidy held out a pinky.
"Er..." She held out a pinky, a confused look on her face. Didn't she know about a pinky promise? Cassidy latched hers onto the lady's and shook, then unlatched.
"Okay..." The lady closed her eyes and cupped her paws. Suddenly her eyes had something glowing out of her eyes. Cassidy gasped. It was almost as pretty her sand drawings. Almost. As soon as that happened, a flicker of fire formed in her cupped paws. It was beautiful. Simply astounding. Cassidy decided to never tell anyone about this wonder. Tears nearly formed in her eyes.
Then the lady; no, she shouldn't call her that. Then the majesty got up, her back stiff. Cassidy realized the train had stopped, and the lady began to walk out.
"Wait!" Cassidy ran up to her. "What's your name?"
The lady turned around, a smile forming on her face. She leaned over to her ear, and whispered something softly.
Cassidy smiled too, then ran out the opened doors.

[shim]

Dropping sorry!