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Hello my loves!!
I want you to show me some skin: urban legend style! (Check the details for a required component)
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[B]this contest will have one winner![/b]
[Spoiler=details] [B]ping me when you enter![/b] *Please limit your entries to one post. (If you are returning from a previous contest, create a new post for this one) *You can use any item on site. *Your entries must have names. *A small description of your ha will help, but it is not necessary. [S]*NO COSPLAYS. Original characters only. [/S]
[B] this means YOU MUST USE A SKIN IN YOUR ENTRY. And it must be visible!!! In addition, we are also doing an urban legends theme. You can choose an existing urban legend (there are a lot!) Or you can create your own!! Keep in mind that if you do create your own I will need you to write a small story!! Existing urban legends only take 3 the name so I know what I'm looking at, this way those of us that aren't into writing can still participate fully ❤ [/B]
The winner will receive and one wishlist item of my choosing, anywhere from 1mil to 20mil. You will also be able to choose one item from the prize pool (which will grow once I get some more items!) There will also be one user chosen (probably by my asking a friend to choose their personal favorite) who will win a small gift box with goodies!!
[B]the contest will last until midnight (the night OF) Monday, November 13th.
I will choose the winner and send out prizes the following day.[/b] You may enter one ha. Please ping me when you enter!!
I look forward to seeing your avatars!
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[spoiler=Prize pool! - under construction] More items to be added after I buy them tonight! [item=masquerade in a box: magnificarum] Also! You can instead choose one loyalty shop item or two trunk pieces from the cash shop. [/Spoiler]
[Spoiler=previous themes] Cryptid Super heroes and villains Love Hunter and hunted [/Spoiler]
[Spoiler=donors! Thank you for all the help ;-; ] [User=dot] [User=Jazmine] [User=bathory] [User=Namira] [/Spoiler]
Question! Does it have to be items you own, or any items on the site?
Oh man. I knew I was going to miss something!! Any item on site! I'll add that to the rules :)
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Tar demon
Locals tell stories of an ominous creature lurking deep in the swamp. With sharp claws, it's body oozes out tar-like substance and toxic gas, that makes the victim hallucinate if too close. People who have encountered this monster and were lucky enough to escape, have told that they suddenly felt nauseous and disoriented, some saw trees oozing out black sap. One local man and his friend wanted to get firewood, but got lost. They felt dizzy and couldn't control where they were walking. The trees were covered in black tar. They heard whispering and silent wailing all around them. Then it happened... one of the men sat down near a tar pit- he was too tired and sick. He didn't notice that the substance was creeping on him, covering his foot. When his friend cathed up and warned of the situation, it was too late. He struggled, but in vain, his body was being dragged into the pit. When his companion tried to pull him out, two deformed and clawed hands suddenly grabbed the victims lower body, ripping his clothes and skin off in the process. Then, the monster's face appeared from the pit. Rotten fangs and a red eye peeked out of that goop. And with one bite to the back of the skull, it pulled the rest of him in. The other man escaped, but it took him many hours to regain his mind and find a way out. When the villagers found him, he was covered in black tar spots, like all the other survivors.
A sound recording of the demon's voice was recorded by one of the lucky escapers. But not much is known about it. Some speculate there is an opening to Hell or another dimension in the swamp, others think it could be a vengeful spirit.
But what IS known,is that many people never return from the swamp- assumed to be killed by the tar demon.
pinging master of creative has : ^ )
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Poem thang
I am the sweat dripping down your faces
The thumping beat as your heartbeat races
I am the scream piercing the night
The story whispered ‘round the fire in fright
I am the taste of blood as it drips
The sound of a hammer, the crack of the whips
I am what haunts your steps on a lonely street
The tingle down your spine as your skin creeps
I am the whisper of darkness that freezes you in place
The only other that knows your true face
I am the monster under your bed
The reminder your fears aren’t dead
I am what you created in doubt and fear
The shadow growing every year
I am what you’re afraid to see
Lurking behind every tree
I am the shadow you can never evade
While you keep up the charade
“I’m fine” You say it’s true
But deep down? I am you.
Idk if this counts but blargh
They/Them
Awesome, haha - I'll get something whipped up then here shortly. :D
EDIT: Here we go - hopefully this qualifies? If not let me know and I can scrap/start over!
The Tale of Pickett Pond
Despite this innocence, there are those that wish to harm them.
Pickett Pond was at the back of a large property owned by the Pickett family - a wealthy family, they were a large part of the community and assisted when they could. Their son, Jeremy, was a loner. There were whispers he had problems, though it was pushed away by his parents' beaming smiles - "He's just a shy boy" and "he's just working away as always, too busy to be out and about".
Jeremy's heart was black however and his parents' only provided excuses to cover the growing problems they refused to recognize.
The first innocent to fall to his hands was their neighbor's rabbit, Lucy. A small, white little bunny that had escaped the safety of her hutch and hopped into the elegant garden of the Pickett's. Jeremy found her and within a few hours time, the light that had been her soul was gone. With panic, Jeremy was unsure of how to dispose of the evidence...that is until he saw the trees that surrounded the pond.
His favorite animals to harm were cats - they were numerous and adventurous, wandering onto the property often enough that he need not exert himself to find victims. Dogs occasionally showed up as well, though he would find some unguarded in their yards and bring them home with him. No animal he felt was off limits and the body-count grew as weeks passed into months, the town unknowing as to where their precious pets were disappearing too. Local law enforcement blamed coyotes, urging the townsfolk to keep their pets indoors.
Jeremy began to grow desperate now that his neighbors were wising up, his victims dwindling until a week had passed without a single death on his hands.
He couldn't take it anymore.
On a rainy summer day, rumored to be round the middle of June, Jeremy found an article in the newspaper - a litter of kittens in need of good homes. He waited until night fell and stole the litter of mewing kits away, taking them in a garbage bag to the pond. Pulling the first little one from the bag, he greedily went to harm the kit; however the mother cat attacked, having followed the man that took her babies. Dropping the kit, the man desperately struggled to get the black cat off of him before falling backward into the pond.
The cat tried to swim back to the edge before he grabbed her - until suddenly claws dug into his legs, teeth into his thighs, pain flaring up through him. Looking down into the water, dark forms moved under him, around him, glowing eyes freezing him in place. So much pain, agony, and hurt...they wouldn't allow it to continue. They wouldn't let him go now that they had him. The lost souls tore Jeremy down into the depths of the pond, freeing the mother cat as they brought the man into their watery graves. Limping to her kits, the mother lead them home, not once looking back at the pond.
The Pickett family was distraught with the disappearance of their son, unable to find any trace of where he might have gone. The police searched, but to no avail.
It is said on dark, rainy summer nights, you may hear screams echoing through the forest. Should you follow the screams, you will find a pond - a dark pond that seems to reflect no light. If the air turns cold and pins and needles start to creep up your legs, you should turn and run the other way as quickly as possible. Pets may be safe now with Jeremy Pickett dead, but the tortured souls hunger for revenge...and should you be foolish enough to venture to the water's edge, you will join them in Pickett Pond.
master of creative has : ^ )
i might wanna do that later yeah, but altho i love creating HAs, i am too much of a lazy bum for a narrative :/ i'll see, fankchu for the ping and HO HAI hugs
THANK U alas i too am the lazy but gl if you do it sweet!!
Sounds great, I'll see what I can pull together.
Don't forget to enter this!
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Corrupted ever hungry wanderer
For centuries he had prolonged his life by draining the life force of other creatures around him. Slowly the land around him was turned to a desert while he was transformed into a former shadow of himself, cursed to wander eternally, his hunger for more life never sated.
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Most commonly found in the deep dark areas of Darkside, these serpentine creatures are an evil without a name. They are wicked fast and hunger for the taste of blood. Their deadly venom will paralyze you in seconds, and no they don't just drain your blood, they play around with you until they find you to be ready for the picking so to speak. If by an unlikely chance you can outrun them, watch out because these bitches have wings. The only thing that can save you is the sun for which they detest. Their origins are believed to be from a young woman who asked a goddess for the power over men due to having been betrayed by one she loved. Instead of what she thought she would receive, power, she transformed into this beast. While originally only preying on the males of Subeta who so carelessly wandered into her territory, she became less picky and would go after females too. She soon began choosing a select few females to join her by using her venom to transform them into her minions. Nowadays, only a rumor of them is heard although there are still strange disappearances that happen around Darkside.
Outfit Not Found He lives beneath the leaves and toadstools sprout wear he steps Not a pixie or a glitter tossing fairy Some thing older Have you ever felt a sudden sting when walking through the grass? You've been visited (and warned) by a Bug Goblin~
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
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Dachang Ancient Town, China, 2080
Dachang had been submerged in water for almost a century. Residents of the town had relocated to a new land miles away and had to rebuild their well-known agricultural community from the ground up. Brand new. It had been completed by the people in a few years. Things were good. The bustle of the community took awhile to kick in, but indeed it did. The people of Dachang lived in harmony. They lived in verdancy. Everything was good. Until a plague hit the town. It came out of nowhere. One person got sick. Then ten people. Then fifty. Then more. Bodies began piling up on the streets at an alarming rate no one could keep up with. It began with a headache with fever, then blisters on the body. Pretty soon, people had skin sloughing off in large portions. Death was inevitable within a week. The superstitious elders of the community blamed Old Dachang Demon. This monster came from the waters of the old Dachang to punish the people for abandoning their old town of centuries of culture and history. Children of Dachang swear they have seen the demon. The people cower under the fear of his reign. And the Old Dachang Demon smiles.
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Thank you for hosting this contest. I love making cryptids, I hope you enjoy my entry.
On a cold, moonlit winter night in the forest death in its many forms will slip up on you silently. The creature below is just one of those many forms. Both forest defender and bringer of death. They say death rode in on a white horse but perhaps it would be more accurate to say death is a white horse or at least in part. Private Outfit
I hope that this is original enough (not a specific pre-existing cryptid?) - if it's not please let me know and I'll make something different.