[ShadyBro]

Owner: x
Name: Dribble
Gender: Male
Post: x

I really like this cutie but maybe thats just because it took my forever to finish it lmao

Tell me a little bit about their favorite hobby.

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Mutations: Minor Mane Edit (uncommon)

Ending Date: 11/20/16

[crackerbox_palace]

Mark

[MelMellyMel]

Username: MelMellyMel
Name:
Gender:
Hobby:

WIP!

[MotherMother]

Mark!

[magpiemochi.]

SHADY I AM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS ONE holy cow

major congrats to the winner of this beauty!

[Blackbirds]

reserve!

Username:
Name: Viktor
Gender: Male
Hobby:

[finifugal ✨]

Username: IheartNightWings
Name: silvia palomo
Gender: female
Hobby:

aaaa res w/ writing!

[VixenGlass]

Username: VixenGlass
Name: Cashew
Gender: Male
Personality: Shy - quiet - innocent - helpful - bashful - neglectful - scared - introvert - protective - calm
Hobby: Cashew isn't really into social media or video games. He prefers to make candles instead! He remember when his grandmother taught it to him. His whole family was preparing for a huge hurricane. And because Cashew was so little, he couldn't do anything big like putting up boards, however, he could make candles just in case the lights went out! Cashew and his grandmother were sitting in the living room of their owner's house, preparing to make candles. They sat across from each other, a small tray and double boiler sitting between them. "Okay Cashew." she spoke, in a soft tone. "You ready to learn how to make candles?" As she said these words, Cashew's eyes lit up. He quickly nodded. Cashew's grandmother slightly chuckled at Cashew's enthusiasm. "Alright." Cashew's grandmother said as she picked up a small block of wax. "First, you want to melt the wax." She smiled as she said this, and put the wax in the hot double boiler. Cashew looked at her as he picked up his wax. He then carefully put it in the boiler with his grandmother's wax. Cashew looked at her, and she gave him a smile of approval. "Now, as the max is melting, lets put the wick in our jars." Cashew's grandmother picked up one of the small glass jars she had sitting beside her. She picked up one of two wicks. This wick was much longer then what Cashew would have expected. The wick had a small white sticker on the bottom. Cashew expected it to be there so it could stick to the bottom of the jar. "Now, you want to carefully place the wick in the jar. Make sure it's centered." Cashew's grandmother spoke in her soft tone. Cashew nodded, and pulled his small jar in front of him. He then carefully picked up the wick. He looked at his grandmother, who nodded, signifying him to go on. He carefully put the wick on the bottom of the jar. He checked it to make sure it was centered. "It looks like our wax is done melting." His grandmother said as Cashew was checking to make sure his wick was centered. "We don't need any fragrances, these candles will only be used for light." Cashew grandmother said, with half closed eyes. She carefully picked up the double boiler, and slowly started to pour the melted wax into both of their jars. Cashew's eyes lit up. He was quite excited. Cashew's grandmother finished pouring the wax into the jars, and after a couple of minutes, the wax looked dry. "Now, the wick is still a little longer than it should be, so we are going to cut it." She gave Cashew a warm smile, and picked up the scissors. She proceeded to cut hers, then she handed them to Cashew. He smiled, and then cut his wick. His grandmother congratulated him. Ever since then, Cashew has been making candles.
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[jolteon]

mark for now ... :O

[corgiboy]

Username;
Steampunkalec
Hobby;
buildng flying objects;
praticaly making
anything that
could go up into the air.
Name;
Alvin
preferred name;
Houston
gender;
Male

His hobby

1981 London,

His mother would catch him folding a paper airplane out of his homework while
staring off into nothingness.
His mother used to tell him,
"oh, Alvin how many times must I tell you, get your head out from the clouds and be
sure to get your homework done deary they're much more important things to do in
life they daydream." His family was not much on the creative side , he could understand
that due to his father being a businessman for one of the big corporations that ran on
steam power the ran the minds and the clothing factories the building would constantly
pour smoke up from the top indicating that work was to be made. The smoke always
made him feel gross he hated to know that the skies he loved were being polluted like
the very ground he walked on.
Though no matter how many time his mother told him the phrase he could not take his
eyes away from the clouds and the sky though the city below may have ben polluted from
trash and dirt and the water may have been oily and gross he could not help but hope
that the only thing that would remain would be the sky unless the very air was to be taken
from him due to the big corporations.
He would close his eyes ,drifting off in class day dreaming about flying ...all up until
his teacher would hit his desk real hard with a ruler and make everyone just stare at him.
Life was hard in this day an age and the only thing anyone could do was dream...and let
through dreams be crushed and follow what everyone else wants them to do.
As a young viscling in school while he was making paper airplanes and messing around with
pencils to make his flying contraptions the other kids would laugh at him and make all
sorts of jokes, they would call him Houston and tell him he sure does have a problem. The
jokes to him didn't affect him at all to him the name seemed to suit him more than
the name his very mother gave him,he liked it.
As he got older the young viscet would learn more and more how to use anything to his
advantage he would draw all sorts of models nd look at sketches of plans and any kind of
thing that would resemble wings.He would even go as far as to make his own models
hiding them away from his parents that would think this hobby was just a worthless
experiment and probably take his books and models and tell him to do something
better with his life. He hopes to one day to make a vessel that would glide him or
fly him through the sky he always daydreams about.
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