[DragonGlitch]

username; Goddess of the Beat
name; Rose Aria Clawford
gender; Female
dream job; Dear diary,
This is Rose, and I finally found out what I want to be! I want to be a painter/drawer! I love colorful colors, and I love gallery's! So why not? This could be an opportunity to become famous! That would be AWESOME! Just imagine my pieces being on display at a museum! I can just imagine it right now! Pieces by Rose Aria Clawford.... Ahh! the dreams.. I wonder if my friends would like it! I bet they would love it! I got it! I need to encourage myself! Just like I just did! Oof! My mom is calling me for breakfast! Ciao!
art; http://dapplingdrawer.deviantart.com/art/Plumeranian-Submission-2-547794173?ga_submit_new=10%253A1437442142

[Wafflez2]

username;
Hello i am wafflez2 a current non-owner and i love this plumerian!

name;
its name is scarlet

gender;
They are Agender they go by it/they/them

dream job;
Her dream job is to work at a factory. She Mostly wants to work at a blanket factory

art;
wip

[emberheart.]

Markmark

[bandorito.]

username; faygone
name; Ad Gibson (Birth name: Connie (NEVER CALL THeM that))
gender; Genderfluid (dfab)
dream job; theyd absolutely love to be a mechanic one day.(they currently work in a bicycle shop)
art; (any kind of art, maybe featuring them in their job) (3 pieces max)

/wip

dropped out ahh

[Captain Chomp]

Res with soda and candy maker
Name is Denise
Female to make transgender
Do not steal
Dropping Ended up finding the gender thing offensive to CIS and restrictive to character development sorry

[Master of Nothing]

ℐηℊ℮

Username: Forever United.
Name: Inge (ING-uh)
Gender: dfab cryptogender (she/her or they/them pronouns)

By Paluumin

Inge walked along the clean halls of the art gallery. Her shoes made loud echoes as she moved, but no one seemed to mind. Besides herself, the only other people in the building were employees. She longed to join them, but unfortunately all of the positions were currently full. A shame, too, many of the workers were either boring or arrogant. That was how it usually was... But Inge was different.
This was a job she had been dreaming about for a very long time, ever since she was a little kid. Handling priceless pieces of art, with the delicacy that one would hold a baby. Making sure the gallery was spick and span, so shiny that one's face could be seen reflected through the marble floors. Giving tours to fellow art enthusiasts, sharing your thoughts about the artwork whilst leaving your audience to wonder and imagine for themselves. That is what Inge had wanted to do. Being an artist herself, she understood the importance of art and the effort put into each unique piece. She often wondered about what was going on inside an artist's head- what created inspiration, and what kind of message they wanted to convey. It fascinated her, what a world of endless possiblilites could be stored in the thoughts of just one person.
She reached into her pocket and took out her car keys, causing a light jingling sound to fill the air. Inge solemly touched the pure-white wall next to the front door. "Until next monday," she whispered.
The guard up front had been paying attention the entire time, a look of gentle pitty on his face. "Dreaming again, Inge?"
Inge sighed. "It would just be nice if I could be a curator for this place, huh? You know it's like home to me."
The guard laughed. "Yeah, try telling that to the manager. Even if a position was open, you know that the only people who get that kind of job are nerds or millionaires, right?"
Inge glared, and the guard's smile faded.
"Right. Well, it's time for me to go. I'll see you next week, 'kay?"
"Okay. Bye, Inge!" the guard waved her off as she got into her car. "What a creative dreamer." he whispered to himself fondly.

[Goreamir]

username; ssiga4
name; Claude
gender; *changed* anoboy
dream job;
"3...2...1... blast off!" I prepared myself as I felt the rocket lurch, and yelped with excitement as I soared through the air. The new technology had made a rocket that could get me to the moon in about 10 minutes... with the price of feeling well. I felt my stomach do about a hundred front-flips and grabbed the bucket, getting ready to make a mess. "Ugh..." I sighed as I finished. Apparently I also had to sacrifice a good scent. The old apple cider smell turned into a... older apple cider smell. Like, ten years old. But maybe this would be worth it. I could finally see how my projects turned out. Three pretty round homes, floating in space, waiting for me! It was almost too amazing to comprehend. "How's it going?" I heard my friend say. WIP to find a frienddd
art;

[Shironeki.]

username; Shironeki.
name;
gender; Bi-gender
dream job; (tell me what it is through either a story or writing) (600 words max)
art; (any kind of art, maybe featuring them in their job) (3 pieces max)

WIP

[Evils]

username; Evils
name; Justine "Justin" Vixtauros
gender; Genderfluid/Bi-gender
prefers "he/him/his" pronouns will go by "she/her/hers"
dream job;
Justin wishes to be a shark diver, he wants to be out in the ocean living his dream of swimming with the dangers of the sea. He fantasizes about swimming side by side with great whites and tiger sharks and touching the long, pointed snout of the Japanese saw shark. But sadly, reality was far away from his wishes.
The plumerian stood on tip toes, trying not to rock his platform as he scrubbed off the last bit of dirt. He daydreamed about the ocean as he dunked his scrubber in the bucket of water and splashed it onto the next window. Slowly as the day went by, the distance from his dream became more and more noticeable, reality clawed at the young man's brain and he sighed looking at his reflection in the squeaky clean mirror. "Look at you...” He said quietly "A window washer." disgruntled he looked away and began cleaning the windows once more.
Later that day, his job was done and he began to walk home until he thought 'Wait... Rob is a lifeguard...' He almost tripped as he quickly started running 'maybe he can tell me about sharks!' As he arrived to the beach he ran straight for the lifeguard's tower. "Rob! Rob!" He shouted as he climbed up the latter and next to his green compadre. "Can you help me find a job, well a job as a shark diver?" Rob glanced around trying to think. "Actually, I don't know where you can find a job or even an opening but I think I can help you." Later that evening when the beach was closed, Justin and Rob walked through the cold sand and over to the water. Justin was wearing his scuba gear and quickly put on his mask as he inched down into the water, Rob right behind him. They did this for weeks, every shark they stumbled upon Justin would try out tactics of approaching each kind of shark as well as how to handle it.
Months passed and the young plumerian thanked his friend, "Thanks Rob, I didn't think I’d ever get so close and personal to a shark before. I know it was a risky thing to do, but I am forever grateful for you helping me." He gave his friend a huge hug and handed him a starfish he managed to pick up on their nights out on the beach and walked off. The squeaking of the windows didn't bother him, he was too busy thinking of finding job openings for his dream. He dunked the scrubber into his bucket and began to think 'I am somewhat trained now. I know how to approach sharks... I have no fear of them.' He splashed his brush against the window, 'all I have to do now is find where I belong.'

471/600 words

(tell me what it is through either a story or writing) (600 words max)
art; (any kind of art, maybe featuring them in their job) (3 pieces max)


*Rob *Roobert* belongs to Tricksters

Wip!

[peppermintleo]

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"Thank you for coming!" Felicity waved quickly to the customer
who was now walking on their way down the sidewalk with a
couple bags of flowers. Smiling after them, his tail flicking back
and forth rapidly, the scent of tulips surrounded the tiny flower
shop that settled along the building edges. It was early spring,
and the tulips were in bloom in all the colors of the rainbow.
Of course the monochrome Plumie had plenty of other flowers,
but there was just something about tulips that made his heart
flutter. Felicity worked until sunset everyday, even in the winter
and with the forever changing days. When the sky turned into
a deep red rainbow, he brought all the buckets inside, filled
them with ice and water, finished up with the last couple
customers that ran by, then locked up. Turning the sign, his eyes
filled with a new emotion. Excitement, rather than the sweet lull
that the flower shop gave him.

At the Club, yes the nightclub was called 'Club', Blake's heart
pounded with the bass filled beat, and his eyes darted around
quick as the bright lights that flashed overhead and beamed
across the disco-ball. Quickly fist-bumping the bouncer, he made
his way to the other side of the dance floor, sliding on his head-
phones. Taking over the turntable, his eyes brightened as he
introduced himself to the crowd. "I'm DJ #Remix, and this is the
last time you'll hear my voice until closing." He grinned and
started the new mix, his eyes rainbow with all the lights. The
thrill he got from lights and music rocked his nightlife world,
until 2 am when the club closed.

At 2, he shut his mix down and headed home. He was once again
Felicity Blake, a name he'd picked himself and changed from the
appalling Ryan Luke. So standard, too boring, so masculine. From
3 am, when he was home and settled, and until 10 am, he slept,
took care of himself, then restarted his hectic day, right back in the
flowers. He'd never change his life, it was absolute perfection.
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ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ::
Kleptomaniac-Bubble

ｎａｍｅ::
Felicity Zander Blake

ｇｅｎｄｅｒ::
Bigender/Genderfluid
(Prefers Male Pronouns)

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