“Food Day” Contest

neonthewrite:

neonthewrite:

This year I didn’t get my energy in a row in time to do another Halloween costume contest for my shy little borrower Oscar. However! In late November there comes a time when lots of humans are inexplicably more preoccupied with food (and lots of it). Oscar doesn’t know where this “Thanksgiving” holiday comes from, but he can definitely attest that a Food Day is a Good Day.

What I’d like to see from entries is your take on Thanksgiving for the little guy. It can be art or writing, as long as it includes some indication that Thanksgiving is involved. This contest isn’t going to run for very long and is meant to be more relaxed, so submissions need not be super fancy. Don’t do an extravagant painting or a novella for it (unless you want to, I guess!).

The deadline is December 8 at 11pm Central Standard Time.

Rules

  • Must include Oscar having some Thanksgiving fun. What kinds of food would he be most drawn to? That’s up to you to imagine.
  • Other characters are allowed, but the submission won’t be judged based on any other characters
  • Keep it clean and respectful; Thanksgiving does not mean the same thing to everyone, and it carries its own issues. That said, for many it is about family gatherings and an excuse to eat good food, and that’s the sort of feeling I’d like this contest to take inspiration from. Oscar is all about the chance for a feast!

Prizes

Since it’s a short contest and it’s pretty chill, for now I have only a few prizes up for grabs. If I get a lot of entries, I can reconsider that and I’ll announce it as soon as I know.

1st Place

2nd Place

3rd Place

  • 500-600 word story written by me

References

I’m guessing most people who follow me know who Oscar is from at least one story, but just in case, here’s a link to a few example pictures. Let me know if you need links to other resources about him; there are lots of stories out there to choose from.

Contact

In order to enter, you can post your entry on Tumblr or DeviantArt (if you don’t have an account on either, Archive of Our Own is also acceptable for writing). Then either @ me on tumblr or send me a note on DeviantArt (I am PL1 there). I’ll make a post with entries (or possibly add them to this one). If you made an entry and don’t see yours added to the list after a reasonable amount of time, let me know! There’s a chance I might miss it.

Entries!

By @nightmarejasmine

Food Day?

By @nightmares06

Food Day

By panicattacknz

Oscar’s Food Day

Another Entry today!

By @indigomasquerade97

A Little Doll

By the way, this is the last day you can submit a contest entry~

Anonymous Message

Jacob saving Lilliput from a tornado or hurricane


Oh gosh. He would be so concerned for all of them! He might not be able to do much to stop the bad weather from hitting them, but he could help build up their defenses and shelter. He might even be able to act as a windbreak for a little while, though probably just enough to give them time to get to actual safety.

He would absolutely be on the cleanup crew, as well. If infrastructure had problems, Jacob could literally just carry people to safety, or get them to hospitals and stuff like that. Cleaning up debris would be a snap for him.

Anonymous Message

Hi amazing author!! Curious, do you have any plans to continue A Little Change? I really loved it and go back reread what you have so far all the time. No pressure or anything if you’re not feeling it anymore though!!


Aaa hello! You’re gonna make me blush with these compliments! ❤

As for A Little Change, I absolutely plan to continue it! I didn’t mean for it to fall to the side for so long, but that can happen sometimes when there are so many projects to juggle at once! Now that I’ve finished my writing prompt challenge and NaNoWriMo, I have more time to look at some of the stories I want to get back to. Especially this one because it’s way too fun.

A Little Change is a size swap story I started, featuring Bowman Leafwing and Jacob Andris. You can see what I have so far in my size swap tag!

Shy Titans

wolfie180g:

A chance meeting between Dragon!Dean and Giant!Jacob

Poor Dean thought he was pretty big and strong at 51 feet tall… till
he met a 122 ft tall teenager in the woods that’s big enough to carry
him around like a pampered pet!
Good thing Jacob is pretty mellow
about meeting a mythical fire breathing beast in the woods. He’s pretty
new to the Supernatural, and he suspects that hanging out with his own
Sam and Dean he’ll see a bit more.

Dragon!Dean grows to 51 feet in his own story, my first fanfic
Dragon!Dean is still scared of heights
and Giant!Jacob is from Bigfoots A Hoax
from @neonthewrite and @nightmares06

Shy Titans uwu

NaNoWriMo Day 30

I made it!

It’s been such a fun project! Even though I did have a couple days where I just did NOT want to do ANYTHING, I made my word count and got the story very close to a really nice conclusion! I can’t wait to share more of it once I get it edited up.

Excerpt:

“Please help me again,” Seth spoke and signed at the same time. “Again” was new to them, but he doubted it mattered.

Click remained dim for several seconds, not a flicker of what they might be thinking on their skin. Then, finally, they lit up in a new pattern he hadn’t seen in some time. They most often used it in his first days when he was skittish. “It’s okay,” he guessed it meant. Then, they used sign to emphasize it. “I’ll help you.”

Reader Message

enby-phoenix: My college theatre is putting on a collection of short plays (I’m actually backstage as I send this) and in one of them there’s a character who has the same no touching thing as Adrian. I keep thinking of you and your writing every time I see him.


Awww thanks! I love when people think back on my writing. 🙂 Adrian and his touch-aversion has a buddy! They can not-highfive about it.

Have fun with the show!

NaNoWriMo Day 29

Oh gosh I’m so close! And the ending of the story finally revealed itself to me as well. It’s been so much fun and the finish line is in sight! For now, here’s where I’m at.

Word Count: 49,342

Excerpt:

“I want,” he began, using sharp, clear motions as he curled his hands towards himself. It was one of the trickier signs to teach them, he’d discovered, without the benefit of any context or even an analogy to give them. He repeated it in case they needed to jog their memory on what the desperate motion meant.

“To go home,” came next. He’d never signed that to them before.

“I just want to go home,” he said it aloud along with the signs then, all at once and with even more yearning on his face. How much they could read from an expression was unclear; they’d never had to read body language like that before. But they’d learned sign.

NaNoWriMo Day 26

Back again. Yesterday I wasn’t feeling it for making a post. Today I feel pretty awesome about what I wrote. I’m on the home stretch, folks. 😀

Word Count: 45,207

Excerpt:

Seth held up a hand and, after a shaky, hesitant moment, pressed it against the barrier of his reverse fish tank. It didn’t feel like glass; it never had. It always reminded him of those fountains, the ones with a sheet of water raining down a clear surface, and instead of glass this time it was slightly pliant, like a cushion against the wild current.

Click stared at him in shock, the patterns flickering through their head tendrils and across their face.

Then, just as hesitant and just as gingerly from pain, they held up their own hand. It was much larger than Seth’s, but still they placed their palm against the barrier opposite his, meeting his gesture the best they could. They practically hid him from sight when they did it.

NaNoWriMo Day 24

I’m not leaping ahead like I assumed I would over the long weekend, but progress is being made! Seth has a dog now, which is cool. Now if only he could like … go home.

Word Count: 42,725

Excerpt:

Seth had his enclosure more organized. Some of it was by the sheer determination to finish projects, and some of it was by necessity. The dog, which he’d discovered was a girl and who he’d named Bubble, liked to chew on things if he left them lying around. Considering how enough of what Click brought him was some kind of plastic or twisted metal, he didn’t want to leave it around for her to choke on. He didn’t exactly have a vet around.

Bubble was smart. She learned a few tricks once she got more used to Seth and the sandy enclosure. Her favorite pastime, however, was to roll around on the sand, a goofy dog grin on her face whenever she glanced over to see if Seth noticed.