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ModernBeatnik β Pumpkin Spice - Free Adopt Friday!
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Day one of the calendar! This is for Free adopt friday and Im sorry it was posted late, I got off my bus at 2:30am and I slept most of the day TvTΒ
So this is going to be free between draw to adopt and write to adopt! My only rule is that writing entries stay at 1000 words maximum!Β
General Rules:
3 Entries Max per person! Entries are judged individually, not by quantity!
Writing Entries have a max of 1000 words
Submit Entries to "DTA - Pumpkin Spice"
Any medium is allowed!
No offensive/suggestive material please!
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End Date will be Dec 9th
an extra day since this was a bit late
Still has Open days and you can check out other free adopt Friday themes!
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Finally got off work x.x hope it's not too late!
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β³Β marian is fairly deceptive and cunning, despite her unassuming appearance, and is much more intelligent than her looks may let on. however, this doesnt make her cold-hearted; not at all, in fact. she's actually very empathetic and compassionate, and cares about others greatly. she doesnt take anything for granted if she can help it, and often tries to make time to help out her family with whatever she can, or spare some change for those in need. marian believes in seeing the good in all people, and only the most serious of crimes, the most horrendous, despicable people, are enough to earn her ire. she is very firm about her morals, but tries to keep an open mind and not be judgemental. she has a charming sense of humor, so she's been told, and has an ability of enchanting others with her tall tales and stories. as a lover of the arts, naturally, she has to have a lot of imagination in her. however, sometimes her imagination and creativity evade her, and she falls into a slump with her work. during these times, she likes to sit back with a cup of tea and mull over the ideas and thoughts rattling around in her brain that she just cant seem to get down on paper or in a document. [219 words]
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β³Β the room goes quiet. marian took a deep breath, taking a moment to steady her shaking paws, then began to play.
the strings ran smooth under her paws, flawless. the movements were effortless, her paws gliding over each string and onto the next easily, and as she played, she closed her eyes as she relaxed, shoulders leaning back, simply... listening. the weight of the world, of having to go home and shower and go to bed and get up in the morning and repeat the whole thing all over again, the stress of having to worry about making sure not to do what she loved in public or risk consequence, the freedom of just being here, being herself... it was a relief.
here, sheΒ is free. here, she feels alive. here, she can be herself. here... here is where she truly belongs.
the melody flows through the room softly, carries with it hope and sadness in equal measure, and she began, tentatively, to sing along. quiet little hums, small sentences here and there, before she built up confidence, and others turned to watch. the room was dark, but the small illuminated spot on the stage was bright enough to rival the sun, it almost felt like. it bathes her in warmth, a comforting embrace as she plays, paws strumming the harp's delicate strings to produce a soothing tune, a peaceful melody.
as a child, she had loved to sing. she sang as often as she could, learning from others, taking lessons, and in herΒ spare time, dedicating every second available to practicing and honing her voice. it didnt matter what she was doing; she sang while she cleaned, cooked, did her homework, gardened. she sang until she grew hoarse, and her family wondered, "how is she still singing?" she wasnt good at much, but this one thing, just this one thing, she really felt like she was good at it, or at least, she could be. she eventually expanded to instruments, and mastered them with ease. she took a liking to the harp and triangle, both elegant instruments in their own rights, and she loved the thrill of being able to play them whenever she wanted, her paws making the movements regardless of what she was doing. when singing, dancing, and even music became outlawed, she hadnt stopped, she just learned to be more secretive about it. learned not to do these things in public. learned about the underground speakeasies made purely for singing and dancing. many people knew about these places, but not as many knew where to look. they were hard to find unless you had connections, or you knew about the right places to look for them.
at first, it had just been to quench her need for music. she didnt do it everyday, maybe once a week, sometimes even a few weeks, or a month, but as time went on, she became addicted. she couldnt stop. real life paled in comparison to the night life she came to rely on, to crave like nothing else, to dream about every waking moment that wasnt spent being there. by day, she stifled the urge, but at night, she ventured out, an unassuming person to most, and she cameΒ home.
the underground was her home, really, now that she thought about it. she used it to escape from people, from her life, from the dull, dreary reality of the world around her. when she felt like collapsing to the ground, shaking from head to toe, stomach growling and fingers itching to doΒ something, sheΒ retreated from the confines of real life and went to the underground. there, she was appreciated. there, she was loved. there, she was known. she played her songs, and people applauded and complimented her in earnest. her self-esteem was still depressingly pitiful, but at least she had people, even if strangers, complimenting her music, her singing, the way she weaved rhythm and dance and song into everything she did.
the underground is her escape. music is her escape. your instruments and voice are her escape. this whole place is her escape. she's built herself a kingdom of music, and she never wants to leave. here, she isnt marian; here... they simply know her asΒ 'pumpkin spice.'Β [711 words]
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Name: pumpkin spice
gender:female
sexuality: bisexual
Pumpkin spice was a very silly creature, always romping around with a goofy grin on her face. She's always been like that really. She love belly rubs and loves pumpkin pie. She always it's hanging around outside or when she's inside she's playing or eating. She's really friendly with people and loves to eat. Although she's goofy and fun, she's quite a glutton and it's hard to make her full without emptying your wallet first.Β
She is very cat like and absolutely loves the out doors. She tends to run off super easily because of how adventurous she is.
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Pumpkin Spice is a young creature, they were always told as a child of the legend of Gryphons, How majestic they were with their big beautiful wings, though they didn't have the right tail put to the legend, they always had a dream to become one. There was once a old folk lore their mother told them about, about how little parrapups would go to the human world, invisible to the eye of the bipedal creatures, and watch over the children. Almost like a guardian angel, though invisible, the Parrapups could interact with the world of the humans, moving and knocking over objects just like housecat would.Β
One day, it had come to around the holiday of family gathering and a large feast. They were guarding a particular child that had caught their interest, seemingly a sad one. Pumpkin felt for the child and stayed around, and Luckily they did, one night, the child was playing when something she was holding caught on a shelf that was sitting against the wall and started to pull down, heading straight for the child. Pumpkin sprung to help, using their body to shield the child, Out of instinct, they made physical contact with her to push her out from under the shelf, thus, now Pumpkin could be seen.
But, the twist is, Pumpkins given name wasn't Originally Pumpkin spice, It was Aldanon. But the young girl, seeing the young parrapup as a imaginary friend, or how a kid would see one, as their new friend. Seeing as the holidays were around, She names the young beaked floof Pumpkin Spice as it seemed appropriate with their coloring and called Pumpkin a she, even if it was correct or not, Pumpkin accepted it, feeling a deep connection with the child.Β
Though the girls parents just believed it was the magic of a child imagination, there still was no explanation for how the girl was safe from the large menacing shelf. Seeing as her crutches were on the opposite side of the bookshelf when she wailed at the door crying from fear.
Maybe Pumpkin was truly the winged angel she thought she could be, even if they couldn't be seen. The child held Pumpkin in such regard, Once she felt that, she knew that's all she would ever need.
[I tried, 323 words i beleive]
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comments.deviantart.com/1/7179β¦
I made a comment for entries to be submitted now since writing entries are hard to submit on DA nvn
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General Rules:
3 Entries Max per person! Entries are judged individually, not by quantity!
Writing Entries have a max of 1000 words
Submit Entries to "DTA - Pumpkin Spice" to be judged
Any medium is allowed!
No offensive/suggestive material please!
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I'm so excited to see Parrapups again! Keep up the good work Beat! <3
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Name: pumpkin spice
gender:female
sexuality: bisexual
Pumpkin spice was a very silly creature, always romping around with a goofy grin on her face. She's always been like that really. She love belly rubs and loves pumpkin pie. She always it's hanging around outside or when she's inside she's playing or eating. She's really friendly with people and loves to eat. Although she's goofy and fun, she's quite a glutton and it's hard to make her full without emptying your wallet first.Β
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comments.deviantart.com/1/7179β¦
I made a comment for entries to be submitted now since writing entries are hard to submit on DA nvn
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General Rules:
3 Entries Max per person! Entries are judged individually, not by quantity!
Writing Entries have a max of 1000 words
Submit Entries to "DTA - Pumpkin Spice" to be judged
Any medium is allowed!
No offensive/suggestive material please!
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Β Hope this is enough X3
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So for the writing portion do you simply do a short story or something about the adopt? (New to this section.)
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I like short stories more personally! You can do what you're comfortable with tho, or something else like poems or w/e
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