[kayyye]

Username: Skettchy
Name: Jarvin (goes by Jar)
more to come
Stor[ies]y: “Jarvin!!” his dad yells as he has something to say. “Sup Dad?” “I have this really good joke you HAVE to hear!” “Uhh…okay?” “What time did we make the appointment to get to the dentist?” “I don’t know” “TOOTH HURT-Y!” Connor says dying of laughter. “Uhm yeah okay, I’m hungry now” says Jar as he walks to the kitchen. Connor shouts from the other room, “Nice to meet you hungry now, I’m Dad!” Jar blurts out, “I WASN”T TALKING TO YOU DAD” “GOOD ONE CONNOR!” September yells from across the room, while working on her emotions. Jar hears his mom continuously practicing for her new stage role in _______________. He continues to make his favorite snack, the original PB & J sandwiches. As he munches away he hears some foot-steps coming down the stairs. Jar’s brother darted down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab snacks. “Corin what are you doing?” Jar says as he watches Corin rummage through the snacks. “I’m just trying to gather some snacks so I don’t have to keep leaving my game!” Corin says in an irritated and rushed tone. “You don’t have to be rude about it though…I was only curious” Jar said as he looks down, trying to gain sympathy from his brother. “Sorry little bro I gotten get back to my game.” Corin messes up Jar’s fur with a good old noogie and runs back upstairs with his mouth full of snacks. “Dad” Jar says as he stuffs his face with a poorly made sandwich, “when will we see Grandma Alicia?” “We are actually going to go see her soon, do me a favor and tell your brother to get ready. Jar runs upstairs to go tell his brother to get cleaned up. “CORIN!” Jar shouts over the loud videogame music. The music becomes quieter and Corin pops out his head, “What do you want Jar?” “Dad says we are going to Grandma Alicia’s soon and he wants you to get ready and wash up.” “Tell him to give me 5 minutes and I’ll be down” The door shuts and Jar runs back downstairs to tell his father what Corin had said.


Alicia: Very doting to her grandkids, spoils them rotten with tasty treats. Also loves arts and crafts! She was very strict with rules when she raised Connor, but is a bit more lax with her grandkids.

Connor: Makes far too many dad jokes. Takes his time on things, and makes sure to do them right. Not very good with a lot of typical dad stuff [not good at woodworking, hates playing sports], but in the end is always there if his kids need moral support. Very good with computers and tech, works as a programmer.

Corin: [just a note, his sister is 25, but he's 15 currently. Truly, the realism of this species is broken. ] Really into gaming, does it a lot with his father. Is, well... a bit of a typical teenage brat, but is trying to be nice to his new sibling.

[Tart]

Mark possibly

[gold]

Marking maybe

[Hawky<3]

marks

[Valute]

mark Valute <3

[Snowseph]

Marking to watch. qwq

[hypnowave]

i own four plumerians if anyone wants to use them for relationships !
just shoot over a pm - i won't be able to help art wise though ;w; good luck to all entrants!

[Captain Chomp]

My form will be all stories <3

Author's/Adopter's Note;
My name is Captain Chomp and I'd like to just make sure it's known because I do not know much about the family, where they live, or really how the family is, my stories might not portray your Plumerian right, so please forgive me I'll try my absolute best to get everything as close as I can. I really do apologize for any choppy writing, I have tired to go back through and make it better and some stories will sound quite a bit better in quality than others due to how my muse is working out and how I can make words connect and flow. As for coding, I did 95% of this on a laggy tablet so coding is very simple.

P.S in case you don't know who's nickname is who's;
Corn=Corin (Millbe's first word was his brother's name but it actually came out Corn)
Dancer= Carmen

The First Chapter; Sidewalk Art
Millbe Alvery is part of a large and loving family, a brother, Corin and a sister, Carmen. He hasn't needed to worry much about if he'll have something to eat or get the love he needs, but he's wondering what he should do even now at 6 years old and not actually having to worry about what to do for later in life, Millbe does just that. Combing a hand through his hair, the young Alvery boy sits outside his family's home in his left hand he's dragging a blue piece of chalk over the cement, an airplane seems to be the picture at hand looking like something the person Millbe would ask to ask how they liked it be like "That's a really nice..." and let him blurt out the answer at his young, happy-go-lucky attitude. His skin had turned a tinge of pink on the back of his neck, a sunburn beginning to form from that hot summer sun, aloe Vera lotion to be applied later on when it would begin to hurt more than it did now. When he was done Millbe wiped chalk covered hands on cargo pants turning the lilac scented tan into dusty blue, jumping up with a happy glee yelling, "Mamma! Mammaaaaa!" His little lungs echoing the sound in a way it made him sound as if he'd been hurt. "Mamma come quick!"

He stumbled back on short legs, the screen door lashing open with September looking around a bit wide-eyed, moving in one quick and fluid movement to kneel by her her youngest child, only being five years are that time. "What's wrong my little Aviator?" She asked slipping her arms around his waist and picking him up, pressing a tender kiss against the child's forehead.

Shaggy brown hair covered his big baby eyes, flying around with each energetic shake of his head. "Noth'in wrong mama! I drew an airplane!" Millbe squealed pointing a wiggly finger at the corner of asphalt he'd used as a canvas the cheesiest grin wriggling in his mother's arms. "Put me down!"

She gave a light chuckle messing up his hair as she placed him down on the ground following her son to his doodle. "Oh sweetheart the's so great! You're going to be the next Leonardo Da Vinci!" September said as seriously as she could while pulling out her phone to snap a picture of Millbe's art earning a wholehearted grin.

He wrapped his arms around September's waist, wiggling his little body back and forth happily. The grin never left his small child face while he looked up with big eyes, hidden partially by his hair. "Mama I'm hungry!"

Lifting Millbe up by the waist with an arm around his back, holding him close she took him inside. "Well good thing you said that, because I just finished cooking up some homemade macaroni and cheese for my little aviator with a glass of apple juice."

"Gross!" He whined sticking out his tongue at hearing apple juice. "I want orange soda not apple juice!" He cried trying to fake tears to get his mother change his drink.

Placing Millbe down, September cast a stern look down at the child. "Throwing a tantrum doesn't work on me mister, you're the third kid of mine blame Corin and Carmen now that it doesn't work on me," she said pinching his cheek softly. "Now since you really seem to not like apple juice, how about orange juice or chocolate milk? No soda!" She ended sternly, refusing to give her young son soda with lunch.

"No!" He yelled stomping his little foot down and crossing his arms with a pout on his face. "I want soda mama!"

September turned away, letting him throw a fit with a heavy sigh while she put the food into a bowl with a soft plop, splashing a small amount of the still runny cheese onto the counter and her shirt not ever earning a second glance from her, turning on her heel and placing the bowl at the table with a glass of chocolate milk. Giving in was one thing she was good at avoiding, while stopping tantrums was something she didn't master yet. "Come on sweetheart," she smiled sweetly, pulling out the chair for Millbe, "Eat your lunch and then you can go out and play."

Huffing loudly Millbe climbed into the rickety chair with a drawn out squeal as it protested to having been sit on. "I'll still eat, but it doesn't mean I'm happy," he stated sternly taking the spoon in his left hand, plunging it into the bowl and pulling it back out with a large mound of noodles and cheese sauce, a single noodle falling back to the bowl as he shoved in his mouth.

Slowly as he continued to eat his lunch, the young boy began to feel the angry mood dissipate. "I love you mama."

The Second Chapter; Bowtie Birthday;
In bright, wiggling waves, crisp sunlight slipped in through the gaps in Millbe's blinds, casting rays over the young boy. He was asleep still, even in his own birthday, his seventh one to be exact he couldn't wake up early without a nudge. Closed, with only a few inch crack left open, his door suddenly open with his brother Corin there, a handheld game in his hand the other on the door holding it open. "Wakey! Wakey Millbe it's your birthday today and you're gonna waste it all away! And it's your lucky number too!"

It would be expected that a seven year old boy would burst from under the thick comforter dotted with red airplanes and puffy grey clothes for something like his birthday, but no. It was like every day or holiday. He woke slowly like it wasn't anything special. "I'm get-in up," Millbe mumbled voice muffled by the pillow covering three quarters of his mouth.

Slowly now did Millbe get up, wrapping a smaller blanket around his tiny shoulders, an instant smile popping into his face as he threw a pillow at his older brother with a giggle. "Can't you ever leave the games aside Corn?" He teased with a high pitched giggle.

"Don't call me corn!" The older Alvery son grumbled crossing his arms for a quick moment before cracking a grin as a pillow hit him square in the chest. "You know I'm just joking kid," Corin said ruffling his kid brother's hair beckoning him along.

Millbe grinned wiggling side to side as he hopped after Corin. "So is Mamma and dad both home? And what about Carmen?" He asked grabbing at the back of his t-shirt fingers curling into a fist and keeping close.

It was uncommon that his entire family was home at the same time with September being a professional actress, Connor a programmer, and a just overall busy, but they were always there for him. It was a great feeling to be so close to his family. "They're all here," Corin said over his shoulder eyes fixated on his game. It was tough being nice to your kid brother, Millbe knew it and tried to make it easier by generally by quiet around the teen.

Outside he kept quiet, clinging to Corin's shirt, but underneath that glass appearance, Millbe was bubbling with excitement. Today was his seventh birthday, his lucky number. It seemed a cloud of good luck hung around him when the number seven was nearby. "What do you think we're going to do today?!" He suddenly burst out hopping down each stair two at a time, moving past turtle speed Corin.

"Hush," Corin mumbled patting the air to try and quiet his brother while he eyes stayed forever fixed on the pokemon battle he ensued, so captivated most of the time by games going up and down the stairs were no longer an issue. Twenty four of them, each about five inches in width. It was common knowledge to the gamer.

Millbe tugged his sleeves up to his elbows and wandered the first floor of the home the television playing on a volume of eight in the family room, conversation seeping out from the kitchen, and faint pokemon battle theme moving gradually closer as Corin made his way to join the family.

"Good morning wings," Connor greeted his head poking out from the kitchen with a friendly and dorky smile plastered to his face. "How's the birthday boy?"

"I'm doing great!" Millbe beamed rushing to hug his father like the child he'd always be with dorky grins just like Connor's.

"Well hello doing good, I'm Connor," he grinned triumphantly hugging him tight and lifting him from the floor, twirling him around. "Gotcha there didn't I?"

A simple roll of spring bud green eyes told Connor his son was not amused. "Oh lighten up kiddo," he said with a hearty laugh.

That entry into the kitchen was started off with two "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVIATOR!" Simultaneously from both Carmen and September.

An excited squeal erupted from his lips as Connor rushed behind him tickling his sides and kissing his cheek. "Daddy! Stop it!" He giggled squirming in his grasp pulling free and running to hide behind Carmen. The room was filled with laughter and even an amused chuckle from Corin as he entered, the DS being placed aside.

"Quiet everyone now just for a few minutes now," September directed with a wave of her hand. "I wanted to start your birthday day off with a gift well we all did," she said opening a cupboard door that sat above the counter, tugging out a square box about the size of a shoe box wrapped in blue bird blue and striped with grey bands, with a final touch being a red, white, and black striped bow, wrapped almost flawlessly.

Millbe grinned wiggling again like he'd done earlier, making grabby hands for the box his mother held inches out of his reach. September teased him by lowering and raising the box before handing it to him in a final fit of giggles moving to stand next to Connor whom held a camera in his hands capturing the precious moments of this youngest son's birthday.

Millbe waited a moment, hesitant of opening it too early, but then quickly tore into the wrapping paper with a crisp ripping sound, placing the smaller chunks on the counter as he grabbed the card inside before he could see his present. He ran his fingers over the dandelion yellow cardstock with a red Barron snoopy on the front with happy birthday curved in a symmetrical arch over his head. Inside a note read;

Happy birthday out little aviator, we wish you the best.birthday wishes for lucky number seven and wanted your day to be great with a starting gift!
Love~Mamma, Daddy, Corn, and Dancer

"I love you guys!" He shouted instantly hugging the card to his chest and closing his eyes before he set it on the counter parted so it stood and then dug through white tissue paper to get to his gift. In his hand that he pulled back, wrapped around his middle and index finger was a bowties of soft silk, red as a strawberry and upon further inspection revealed a propeller for an airplane. His mouth fell.open with a choked gasp. "T-this is so amazing!" He exclaimed turning and lunging at the nearest family member which happened to be Carmen who he hugged.



The Third Chapter; Aviator In Training
Millbe sat at the oak desk in his room, kicking his feet while he leaned over a book laid out in front of him. It was a guide to learning all about airplanes and he'd been sitting there for countless hours just continuously studying each page. When he'd finally noticed the time it was when Carmen came into his room knocking softly. "Mom sent me over to tell you Millbe, it's time for bed."

"Wait what it is?" Millen asked bewildered that it was already so late. "But I started an hour ago!"

She chuckled sitting on the edge of the bed now watching him. Fascinated by how he could get lost in a book that hours would go by and he wouldn't even notice. "It's been a lot longer than that now," she said smiling. "Come on,"

Millen bookmarked the page and closed it carefully before retreating to his bed, climbing under the comforter. "I really want to be a pilot when I'm older Carmen. You're a dance instructor, mamma is a professional actors and daddy is a programmer! Corin probably will go into something with video games. You guys are all so talented and I want to be just like you all by being a pilot so I can travel the world, see new things, and give each one of you guys the same things you're giving to.me!" He announced his voice full of an ultimate seriousness and a stern face. "I'm going to make you guys proud and doing things as amazing so I can be another Alvery with a great story to share with my family when I'm older."

A smile tugged at Carmen's lips as she tucked Millbe in. "Goodnight," she whispered shutting the light off and closing the door. "He's going to be a pilot," she said to herself walking away.

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End Note;
I had so much fun writing this entire form and felt such a deep.connection with this character and couldn't give up. I don't have very many stories, but I tried to get a base idea of what.i was.going for in the stories I did write. No not the best quality, but I did put a lot of heart into this form. Thank you guys for the opportunity and I'm sorry I didn't have more to show even though I wanted to.write SO MUCH more. (Doodled him a few times on homework so i wasn't able to get pictures and upload them). Finally the divider at the bottom and close to the top of this form was made by me as well as the picture of the walk airplane.

[supernovacity]

Username: cynefin
Name: Marcelo
Stor[ies]y:

-will grow to be a musician as an adult/teenager
-bilingual (english, spanish)
-wants to study language when he gets older (basically he wants to be a linguist.)
-learning guitar, is actually not that great at it but wants to try anyway
-likes to sing
-only really sings to his fish and gets embarrassed when anyone other than his fish hear him

[trivium]

Username: helter skelter;
Name: nikolas, niko for short.
Stor[ies]y: wip <: