-writing- Leaves rustled under his foot, the sound mixed in nicely with the gently brush of tree leaves above. While he couldn't see them, tucked away safely somewhere above were all sorts of little critters, many of which calling it quits for the night. Others in search for a meal before the nights over. It didn't matter much to him as they weren't what he was out for tonight, it was just a his mind drifting off to random subjects.

Though if he had a moment to spar he wouldn't mind sketching one.

No, waste of time.

He didn't bring his sketch book anyways.

The night so far has gone as he expected, quite, cold, but not dark. It didn't surprise him as it was a full moon tonight. That was the reason he was even out. His monthly due chore, making his way to the little hidden cave, the one where the full moon shines perfectly down into at this time, and collecting the herbs. He didn't know how exactly it worked, but he assumed the moon mystically empower them or something.

going off that one time he nearly told another witch of their location… he assumed they must be the 'good stuff'

Speaking of his master, she doesn't like to go all the way to get them every month just to get them. Thus, its his job to do whatever she doesn't want to do

he sighed, pushing away the thoughts. No point in getting upset now.

He's already here.

The cave was a maze, one he already knew his way through. It didn't take long to finally arrive at the moonlight space, familiar herbs growing in the nook plentifully. He settled his bag down as the leather began to itch against his scales and began. Making quick work of the task, he arrived back at his bag, arms full of herbs only to find the bug fallen over with a fluffy tail sticking out.

He hummed in amusement. "Glad you found a nice napping spot, but I'll be needing this back~" Fern chuckled, lifting the bags flap up expecting the creature to freak out and flee. When it didn't, he raised a ridge.

"Little fella…? Are you asleep?" Probably against his better judgment, he'd rather not get bit… But he stuck his hand in, scooping up the creature.

Now out the bag and into his hands he saw a small little bunny, except it had wings, and notably a third eye on his forehead. "huh…" Not something you see everyday. Oh well, he set down the creature a light dirty yellow, and covered in darker spots, some pink as it just, stared at him… he payed it no mind.

Carefully storing the herbs he made his way out the cave, failing to notice the small rabbit hopping behind him. Through the woods, and all the way back home.

-writing end-

I bullshited this writing in one sitting, so forgive me if its bad... anygays i'd like to name this little one putter fluffs cause it sounds cute! :>

EATS WRITING AND ART

It was late at night.Everyone was asleep,except for me.Because of work,I got used to staying up late almost every night so it was quite hard for me to sleep.This night is no exception.No matter how hard I trued I cant seem to close my eyes even a little.I thought of grabbing a cup of tea so I decide to go to the kitchen for a while.A cup of mint tea helps.It always does.

But when I was about to grab my cup,I heard rustling outside the house in the back.We're not supposed to go out very late without a reason and that's of the reason why.It is alos a full moon so I dont really want to unlock the door locks.But there isn't any bushes behind the house.But there is the branches of our neighbour's tree that have overgrown above the back.I couldnt help but to take a small peek.Sonce it's nighttime I cant really see much,but I thought I saw something moving among the trees.i could hear certain noises from it.For what I know,the birds I usually see around the house arent supposed to be as big as the one I just saw,and they dont make those kind of noises.I can't seem to see it from below,but I might be able to see it from above.

My house have an upstairs floor where all our rooms are so I decided to use my room's window since it's the closest to the neighbour's tree.When I did,I can't believe my eyes.A rabbit-looking creature with moth wings,sitting on one of the branches in fear.When it saw me,its eyes lit up.It suddenly move into a position.An about-to-jump position.Oh no.Its gonna jump to me from the branch and I havent open the window yet!I immediately open the window,just in time before the creature jumped into my arms.I fell on my buttocks as it snuggles in my arms."Aww,aren't you a little snuggler?"I said to it,petting its head.Holding it in one of my arms,I closed the window and set up a little bed for the creature."You're such a strange little creature.I think I'll call you...Cressy,"I said,putting it on the makeshift bed.Cressy snuggles in the bed immediately."I think I should go to bed too..."I thought before I get in my bed.Somehow a few minutes later I was abke to fell asleep.I realised Cressy slept with me because in the morning it was snuggling on my neck.What a soft creature.

Hope I got it!If I dont got it feel free to share this as an fanart for the one who was able to get it!

I’ll be telling this story from the perspective of an OC!!!

The night was quiet, and the moon was full, its glorious pink hue shimmering through the windows of the sleepy farmhouse. Corey grabbed her camera from the shelf and walked to her bedroom window, wishing to capture the beauteous, seasonal pink moon in a photograph.

As she pointed the camera to the sky, an odd silhouette partially obscured the moon’s pale pink glow from her view. From what Corey could see, though the shadow was relatively small, it appeared to have huge, insectoid wings, and long, fluffy ears. She watched on as it daintily fluttered down from the sky and landed in the grassy fields below.

Corey then grabbed a flashlight and headed outside to see this mysterious creature for herself, carefully avoiding waking her adoptive mother or her other pets. As she found her way to the fields, she shone her flashlight towards the odd being in the grass. The creature, startled at first, flittered upwards, with Corey’s flashlight following it. Its features, once hidden in shadow, were then revealed by the light.

The creature was rabbit-like, with peachy fur speckled with pink and brown splotches covering its body. Its wings, which were deep brown with pink markings and twice the size of its body, were moth like, and carried it with grace. Its bright pink paw pads were adorably heart shaped. The eyes were the most fascinating part of the creature. There were three of them, and they all had black sclera and pink pupils that actually looked like small moons.

“What are you?” Corey asked with both bewilderment and fascination.

The creature, just curious about her as she was of it, flew a little closer to Corey. Corey slowly and gently reached her hand forward to see if the creature would allow her to pet it. The creature backs away slightly at first, startled.

“It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

The creature replied to her by floating closer, and gently placing its head against Corey’s palm. Its fur was very soft.

“Awww.”

The creature eventually let Corey hold it, and Corey gently walked with it back to the farmhouse. Corey opened the door to go back inside just to find her adoptive mother, Cassiopeia, waiting for her.

“Corey, what are you doing outside? It’s past midni-” Cassiopeia stopped mid-sentence when she saw the fluffy, winged creature in Corey’s arms. “Where did you find this cutie?”

“It flew down from the sky in front of the moon, and landed in the fields! Can I keep it? Also, what is it?”

Corey trusted her mother on knowing mythic beasts, considering they basically owned an entire menagerie of mythical pets.Cassiopeia looked the creature over a few times.

“This appears to be a young Corgluume.”

“What’s that?”

“Corgluume’s are moon spirits that only appear on nights of full moons, and they have different appearances based on what moon they appear on. This one is a pink moon Corgluume, and it appears to be a young female”

“That’s so COOL! Can I keep her? I’m sure that all the other animals will love her!”

“Well, we’d have to slowly get her used to everyone first, and get her a bed and some food bowls prepared. Also, she needs a name”

Corey thought carefully about what she wanted to call the rabbit-like Corgluume in her arms.

“How about Lulu?”

“I like it! What do you think, Lulu?”

Lulu just happily sniffled in response.

“I think she likes it”

“Yay! Welcome to your new home Lulu!”

Corey happily carried Lulu inside, and placed her on her bed. This would be where she would sleep until Cassiopeia could get a proper sleep area for her prepared.

Corey then climbed into bed herself, snuggling up to Lulu as they both began to fall asleep.

“Goodnight Lulu”

OOC: IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THAT!!!

Also, yeah, I offer the name ✨🌙LULU🌙✨ for her!!!

GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE ELSE WHOS TRYING FOR HER!!!

EATS CRAZY INSANE ART

• FULL MOON DROP •

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RULES:

Must be drawn fully colored, full bodied!

Must have a 300 minimum short of your meeting with them!

Must name them!

I'll be using a RNG for a winner. If there's just one entry after a day, it will automatically go to them.

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PINK MOON CORGLUUME

Skorrvids

Corgluumes

Luxoculus

There was something pink in the forest and that was decidedly not normal. I had been taking a midnight walk as I was unable to sleep and decided to let the light of the full moon guide me. I did not expect to come across such an unusual being.

It was, as said before, very pink, and stood out against the dark greens and browns of the woods like red fox against snow in the winter. I approached it, burning with curiosity about its origins

Once I got closer I was able to fully observe it, and it was beautiful, its elegant long body winding hypnoticly around the trunks of trees. I was surprised it didn't get tangled with its two tails, it walked the forest as if it had known these trees its whole life, yet I had never seen anything like it before on my previous nighttime walks.

Suddenly it turned its neck to look at me.  I waved nervously, “uh… hi?”  Perhaps sensing I was no threat it approached without reservation, only stopping once it was right in front of me.  Its head only reached to my hips so it looked up to stare at my face, waiting for something.

Hesitantly I knelt down and pet its head and neck, thankfully that seemed like the right move as the creature wrapped its body around me and sat down, chirping happily.  I smiled, still petting it, I was glad it seemed to like me.

“Say, I haven't seen anything like you around here… do you have a name?  Are you someone’s pet perhaps?”

The creature shook its head, then yawned and laid its head to rest on my lap.

“I guess I’ll call you Strawberry, do you mind that name Strawberry?”

The creature didn't bite my fingers off it seems Strawberry was an acceptable name.

This was genuinely one of my top favorite story entries ngl, bc YESSSS HUGE LONG CREATURE, YOU GET THE VISION!!! Adore how fluffy u drew them too, holding like precious treasure

Maybe next time!

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It was midnight. The moon hung high in the sky, covered only by thin trails of smog, casting silver light over one of New York City’s park. Estrella's pale pink hoodie danced in a light breeze, but she wasn't cold. It was a perfectly comfortable temperature out, in her expert opinion.

Donnie shivered beside her. “I do not understand how you aren't cold.”

“Fur,” Estrella answered.

“And warmbloodedness.” He grabbed her hand, his cold feeling nice against the warmth of her pawpads.

“So you do understand?”

“I know why you are warm, that doesn't mean I understand it,” Donnie argued, pulling his much heavier jacket close. “Can we go back home now?”

“You run around all night, but cannot handle a walk in a park?” Estrella asked, astounded.

“We run around when the nights are warm enough, it’s barely even spring,” Donnie countered.

Estrella stepped closer to him, attempting to share her abundance of warmth. Her winter coat had yet to shed, so every day still felt hot to her, and the breeze barely touched her skin. Besides, she liked going topside! She rarely ever went topside with the Hamato brothers.

She was about to complain, to say that they hadn’t been out for very long, to point out that it was a gorgeous night out, that she hadn’t seen the full moon since she was a kitten back in Spain, that stretching her legs in something that wasn’t a round of ‘chase the laser pointer’ or ‘fight until you can’t stand anymore’ felt really good, when a noise caught her attention.

She stopped walking, her ears flicking up. Donnie stumbled back as he continued forward without her.

“What?” he asked.

“Did you hear that?” Estrella asked, scanning their surroundings.

“No,” Donnie answered. “I can’t hear half the things you can, remember? A feline’s sense of hearing can detect sounds approximately three times higher than a human can, which is about how much I can hear, minus some for hearing damage from blasting dubstep at full volume –”

Estrella stopped listening, trying to pinpoint the sound. There – a bench on the other side of the path. On it stood a little pink thing. It looked fluffy.

“Plushie?” She asked, tilting her head. Then it moved, tilting her head at her. “Not plushie!” Estrella let go of Donnie's hand and sped-walked over, trying not to rush at it but unable to contain her excitement.

“Estrella, what –”

She crouched in front of the strange creature. It was long, with four clawed legs with three fingers each.

Hands like Donnie, she thought, pupils stretching the last bit wider they could go.

“Hi little guy,” she whispered. She rested her hands on the edge of the bench, her tail lashing excitedly behind her. She stretched one finger out towards the pink creature. “Long way away from the magic underground city I have never been to, are you not?”

The creature sniffed her finger, its two tails winding through the air. It was smaller than her cat form, she guessed, but just as long.

Estrella gently rubbed its chin with her finger. It made a noise not unlike her own purrs. Estrella purred back, a grin stretching across her face. She rubbed behind its ears - were those ears? Feathers? - and horns before scooping it up and holding it in the air like that one lion movie she watched (and cried at) with Mikey.

“I shall name you Valencia!” She declared.

“Estrella. We’re not bringing that thing home. It’s a wild animal,” Donnie said flatly.

“You wanted to go home, right?” Estrella held the critter close to her chest and gave Donnie her saddest expression. Immediately his stern face started to crumble. Then the dragon-like creature wiggled in her grip, caught its claws on her hoodie - which it matched, to her delight - and looped around her neck like a scarf. “Donnie. Donnie, it is pink.”

“We don’t even know what it is – do you even know how to care for an animal? You can hardly take care of yourself…”

“You can teach me!”

He sighed, shoulders dropping as he succumbed to her magical sad eyes that got her everything she wanted combined with the prospect of bestowing knowledge on another. “Okay. Fine. We can keep it. But you’re gonna be responsible for it!”

Estrella giggled, coming around to his side, grabbing his hand again, and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. “Thank you Donnieeee.”

“Yeah, yeah, wait until you have to explain this to Raph.”

DAWWWWWWWWWWWW THIS WAS SO CUTE!!!! Donnie you folded so fast man, but I can't even blame you. It's the kitty eyes 😔

Unfortunately the wheel chose elsewhere, but maybe next time!

here's the meeting i wrote. it's not with me, but with my oc Jophiel. i'm not a writer by any means, but i did give it a shot lol

(i saw them and thought "ooh candy cane", so the name i thought of is Brachs, like the brand lol)

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Growing up in the Hidden City, Jophiel had developed the habit of exploring interesting places. Abandoned ruins, old houses, deserted gardens, anything that didn’t have a “No Trespassing” sign. The habit had led them to a particularly mystical forest. It wasn’t just the vibes of the place, they could sense it, their external gills instinctively absorbing the energy around them. They continued sure-footedly through the forest, their path forward illuminated by the gleaming full moon.

The silver light dappled between the leaves, casting them in a silvery-blue sheen. The air was fresh and clear, almost like being on the surface. Jophiel could hear the soft hoot of what were probably pygmy owl gryphs, the soft rustling of small creatures scurrying from tree to tree.

Almost randomly, Jophiel manages to stumble across a small pond in a clearing, the perfect circle of the moon almost fitting in the small pond. It was like one of the moments you only see captured in professional photographs, a small rock perfect for sitting on perched ideally next to the water.

Jophiel took a seat, humming softly to themselves as they sat down, pulling a small lyre out of the messenger bag at their side. They knew it was an old and outdated instrument, but it felt true to their… “angelic” heritage, and the soft notes had always calmed them down as a child.

As they began to play, soft and gentle, their eyes closed as they played from memory, they instinctively tuned out the soft sounds of the forest, ignoring the soft rustling that was getting closer and closer to their little perch.

It wasn’t until something delicate touched their tail did they notice, their eyes shooting down to spot a mid-sized, pink… thing? They had never seen such a creature before, which they found surprising, considering they had lived in and around mystical creatures their whole life. It was on the larger side, larger than the wyrms they’d seen scuttling about the more populated areas of the Hidden City, but looked a little similar. This one, though, was beautiful, various shades of pinks, with a red stripe along its sides, and two flowing tails twitching gently as it stared at them. 

“... Hey there,” Jophiel whispers, holding their hand out, like one would to a dog they’ve just met. The little creature made a small noise, somewhere between a squeak and a chirp, and sniffed cautiously, a tiny, powder blue tongue flicking out as if to smell the air.

“You’re so cute… you remind me of those little red and white candies from the surface…” they hum gently, delicately scritching under the little creature’s chin. “... What were those called? Oh, Brach’s. I think I’m gonna call you Brachs. What do you think? Wanna come home with me?”

The creature chitters softly, wriggling its way into their messenger bag, poking its head out of the flap.

“Well, I guess that settles it, hm?” Jophiel giggles.

OHHHH I ADORE THIS, I ADORE IT A LOT,,, you write so well what do you MEAN-

Holding this SO gently,,, maybe next time!!