Opens: February 1st Closes: February 17th, 11:59 PM EST Judges: Yushika, nepsah, and Cinnamon Panda
This young Nixie is just head over heels for their Grimm friend, but they're just so oblivious! They won't pick up on their fin wiggling, or the compliments or gift giving... They are at their wits end and need to come up with a good plan that'll win them the heart of their fluffy companion... Help them out?
Instructions:
Fill out the form below and PM it to Cinnamon Panda with the title "Woo a Wolf RP Contest" You must use that title, if you do not, Cinnamon Panda will not be able to keep track of your entry! Then, post in this thread stating you have sent a pm! At the end of the judging period, Cinnamon Panda will post the entries in a random order without names attached for Yushika and nepsah to judge.
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This contest is completely free. If you edit your post, please label in red at the top of your post that you've edited something, and the date when. You may enter for more than one character, just please post separate entries in separate posts. Anyone can enter, whether they are a newbie or not! Staff may enter this contest, as long as they are not judging or entering for a Nightmare/Daydream they colored! Whining, guilt-tripping, or generally misbehaving over the contest will result in you being disqualified. Make sure you've read the World of Below forum in its entirety! You may not proxy for another person. You may not gift or trade prizes from this event.
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[size=11][b]Usernames:[/b] [b]Nixie Name:[/b] [Also state who is getting the Nixie] [b]Grimm Name:[/b] [Also state who is getting the Grimm] [b]Entry:[/b] [/size]
No matter what she did, and no matter how obvious she made it, Solana just didn’t get it. The Grimm that had been the object of her affections was totally oblivious to her friend’s feelings, and it was beginning to get a bit discouraging. The fin wiggling should have been more than enough to pick up on it, but nope. Solana had her head in the clouds, as always. Teslin was just being a good friend, rather than something deeper.
Frankly, she wanted to shake the pink Grimm. Maybe that would knock some sense into her? …But probably not. Not even the pearl necklace Teslin had worked so hard on could do it.
With all of her other options exhausted, there was only one thing left to do.
She was going to have to fight for Solana. Literally.
Unfortunately for her, Teslin was not the only one who was trying to win over the pink beauty. Ravi, a popular and handsome Grimm, also had his eye on the girl as well. Everyone wanted Ravi to give them attention. The young man was definitely a heart-throb, though he only seemed to have eyes for Solana. Aside from his physical appearance, he also had the advantage of being a Grimm, too. The fact that he was the same race as Solana meant that he could connect to her in a way that Teslin, as a Nixie, could not.
But no matter – none of that was going to stop Teslin.
She was going to fight to prove herself, and maybe – just maybe – Solana would finally get the hint.
“Oi – Ravi,” came Teslin’s sudden challenge, “you and me. A fight to impress Solana.”
Normally, Teslin was a quiet individual. She tended to keep to herself, rather than put herself out in the spotlight. Her sudden challenge certainly caught Ravi off guard, for the Grimm laughed in surprise when he heard her. “Are you kidding, slimebrain,” he went on to ask. “You’d have no chance. You’re like ten pounds soaking wet.” The Nixie ignored the harsh words, forcing herself not to comment on them, only to flash her competitor a determined look.
“I mean it.”
“Okay – have it your way. It’s your funeral.”
Ravi wasted no time with Teslin. As soon as she challenged him, he came storming at her, eager to get on the offensive. His ferocity surprised the Nixie, and she did her best to try and brace herself, but it didn’t work. He swung a punch which hit Teslin right in her cheek, and the girl staggered backwards and fell to the ground. Owww! How could the Grimm do this as a way to show their affections? Giving gifts was clearly safe--…better.
It didn’t take long for a crowd to form. Most were other Grimm, and they were all cheering for Ravi. He seemed to be spurred on by their cheers, and he punched and kicked at Teslin while she was down on the ground. She hadn’t even had a chance to get up yet. Blow after blow was landed on her, and eventually all she could do was curl up in a ball. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, after all? What was she thinking?
Everything was getting darker now. On the verge of collapse, Teslin tried her best not to move. Ravi was about to deliver the finishing blow, when a shrill, “What are you doing,” came out from behind the throng of people. The Nixie recognized the voice immediately. Solana. Solana had heard the ruckus, and she had come over to see. Oh, boy. There’s no way she’d pick up on her feelings now. She didn’t beat Ravi; she haven’t even landed a punch on him! “Teslin, let me help you up.”
Solana was an angel. A pretty, pink, fluffy angel of a Grimm. “What were you thinking?” All the Nixie could do was shrug sheepishly. “…I was..trying to show how much I care for you. I figured you’d get it then…all the other stuff I did…you didn’t notice.” A soft blush spread across Solana’s face when Teslin said this, and the fluffy Nightmare cast her gaze down sheepishly. “I-…you didn’t have to do that for me, but…thank you. I’m glad you did. I get it now.”
She did?
As she heard this, Teslin felt her heart flutter. She got it now!
“I like you, too, Tes. You’ve always been the most important to me.”
A wave of emotions rushed over the Nixie when she heard this. She could have cried from happiness. Instead, she just grinned from ear to ear, her fins wiggling happily. It had worked! Even though she hadn’t won the fight, Teslin had finally gotten through to Solana, and the Grimm liked her, too!
Despite her bumps and bruises, Tes couldn’t have been happier.
This was the best day of her life!
Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 12:40 am
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Nixie Name: Flax Grimm Name: Laurel Entry: 135. That was the quantity contained in a jar of plastic, glow-in-the-dark, adhesive stars. One-hundred and thirty-five. But Flax was paranoid enough, so he bought two jars. And, boy, was he thanking the gods for his precognition that morning as jar number one ran out and he had to crack open the second. The last roommate wished him luck as they buckled their belt and shoved a granola bar into their mouth, and he could hear hurried footsteps in the hallway as they rushed to class.
Flax was focusing on being calm.
Or at the very least, he was trying. Even though he was easily going to be late enough to his first period to be considered tardy, the Nixie really needed to put effort into today. He ran into the shared dorm bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. The skin on his face, while pallid, was hydrated. When Flax had first rolled out of bed this morning, he had been sure to smear his cologne-scented salve all over himself. Although it wasn't recommended because it wasn't natural, he wasn't going to risk smelling like the odd combination of organic sage and lavender all day. Not today.
He ran a comb through his straight hair nervously, before returning to his room. A small, unmarked box rested on his bedside table. Flax picked it up and opened it, looking at the contents. A deep breath. He closed the box again and put it back, delicately. Finally, the Nixie lifted his burgundy backpack and strode out.
Third period was the first class they had together. She sat two rows in front of Flax, one to the left. She was there before him, and he couldn't even look at her on the way to his seat. The knot in his stomach twisted anxiously at the thought of approaching her later. He stared at the back of her head the whole class. He imagined caressing those gentle waves of hair, holding her hands, even kissing those supple lips. But not yet. Flax needed to focus on the task at hand, first. He needed to get through this class, and the rest of the day, first.
It had been months since Flax had realized how head over heeds he was for Laurel. They had classes together before, perhaps could even be called friends. He went out of his way to spend time with her, making a show of being funny. He often wiggled his gills at her, trying to get her attention. He would send her notes in class complimenting her outfit, or her hair, or her intelligence. He had even cooked her food, bought her trinkets, drew things for her out of the blue, asked her to various events and dances. And yet, she never reciprocated.
One might think she was giving subtle hints that she wasn't interested, yet Flax felt this wasn't the case. Laurel seemed to be genuinely enjoying the time spent with him... or was it all in his head? The Grimm never declined his invitations, without fair reason. She accepted his gifts politely. So why weren't they dating already? Flax had never thought Grimm courting behaviors were so different from the Nixies'. In fact, he had presumed they were pretty similar.
The final class of the day ended, and Flax struggled to stuff his bag full of the books strewn across his desk. He wasn't even sure what they had gone over today. The Nixie was sure he had made a show of being anxious, tapping his pencil on the desk, bouncing his leg, staring off into space. Now, it was time to put all that nervous energy to use.
The footsteps to her locker were memorized. He watched his feet move past each other, past the patterned tiles of the school floor. And finally, he saw hers. Flax's gaze panned upward, meeting her eyes. "Hey, Laurel," he said. His voice was shaking, and he was making a clear effort to seem relaxed. The words just tumbled out. "I, uh, got something really cool. It's in my dorm room. Do you want to come see it?"
Laurel looked over, ears perked up in interest. She was considered a cheerful, friendly, outgoing person by many, but she was also known for being totally, completely oblivious. Sarcasm not only flew over her head, it performed a series of fancy tricks along the way. She thought flirting was just a display of friendship. What was the difference between a sad face and a sleepy face? More often than not one had to be bluntly direct before Laurel understood.
Flax was Laurel's best friend ever. He was always so nice to her, giving her gifts and keeping her company! He fin wiggled a lot when around her, so she was pretty sure he thought she was his best friend as well.
"Really? That sounds neat!" She put her most of her books away, keeping the ones she'd need for homework, and hoisted her bag onto her shoulders, tail wagging slightly and expression a mixture of eagerness and curiosity. "I've got a free period right now!"
Flax let out a breath of relief. "Great!" he said, a toothy grin spreading his face. He couldn't resist waving his gills. She had taken the bait, and his plan would be carried out easily. Over the past few days, the Nixie had informed his roommates of the situation. Of course, they had heard his moans and bellyaching about his affection toward Laurel for months. Staying out of the room for an evening was nothing compared to future peace and quiet.
The walk to his dorm was pleasant, as their walks always were. Flax mostly listened to the beautiful girl talk, unable to recall most of his own classes throughout the day. He loved how comfortable she seemed around him. Flax would feel the same way, he imagined, if he didn't always have unspoken words on the tip of his tongue.
Finally, the pair approached his dorm. The student began to buzz with nervousness. He clenched his jaw, and fished for his key in his pocket. They stood outside the door, and as he stuck the key into the lock, he flashed Laurel a smile. The knot in his stomach twisted once more. "Are you ready?"
Laurel was a few steps short of actual wiggling from the excitement. She didn't know what she was about to see, but if Flax said it was cool then it had to be! She'd been chattering almost nonstop the entire walk, talking mostly about how classes had gone that morning and other little things. It was usually a solid way to judge her mood, since the chattier she got the more excited she was about something. She flashed a grin a Flax.
"Completely ready. Should I brace myself for how cool this will be, or do you think the shock and awe will be at standard levels?"
Flax had a moment of doubt. Laurel always expected the best of people. What if she didn't think his surprise was sweet? Or even worse, get upset at him because he had (only sort of!) lied about what he was taking her to see? It was definitely a thing, that, in some cases, could be considered cool. And it was in his dorm room. So, yeah, he hadn't lied at all. "Well... I just hope you like it!" he admitted honestly, turning the key.
His room was as neat as he had left it, and the blinds on the other side of the room were open. Flax did a little half-jog over to the window, and pulled the string, shutting his bedroom in darkness. "Close the door behind you, and come look at this," the Nixie instructed. He was vibrating with tension.
On the wall were gently glowing words, arranged from plastic stars. They spelled out, in no uncertain terms, Flax's proposal. Will you be my girlfriend?
Flax inched over to his bedside table, feeling for the box he had left there earlier. He felt the soft velvet of the container, and picked it up. Then, the Nixie moved cautiously toward Laurel. He wanted to ask her what she thought, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he gave her an expectant look.
Laurel had been a little bemused by the request, but readily shut the door and walked towards Flax. She'd initially thought the room was completely dark, but a soft green light in front of her made her pause. She read the words, eyes widening. She turned to look at Flax (her eyes had quickly adjusted to the light change and she could barely make him out), confusion on her face. "Me?"
Oooh, but what if he was just showing her an idea to ask out someone special, and he just wanted her opinion? Well that would be a little embarrassing on her part, not to mention that would hurt a bit; why wouldn't Flax have told her before now if he had someone he was interested in?
Flax could only faintly see the outline of her face, but he could tell by her tone of voice she was confused. At the same time, he wanted to save this moment. The air dripped with anticipation. It was as if the whole world was waiting for him to say it. "Yes, you!" the boy cried, feeling heat flush his face. Before he could stop himself, Flax was monologuing.
"Laurel, I am so in love with you! With everything about you. You're beautiful, you're smart, you're funny, and you're everything I want. And with the Hunter's Jubilee coming up, I just thought, well... Will you be mine?" His now slippery hands fumbled with the velvet box until it popped open. "Please?"
In the dim light, a small pendant could be seen. It was a heart-shaped, silver filigree necklace. A slight luster could be seen from the beautiful mother of pearl that made up the stone. Flax presented the gift to Laurel, one final, definitive icon of his yearning for her affection.
Laurel's paws had come up to cover her mouth, and with each word Flax spoke her eyes seemed to grow wider and wider. She'd had no idea he felt that way about her, no idea at all! There was a moment of silence that couldn't have been more than a few seconds but felt like it lasted for an eternity, like the worlds of Above and Below themselves were holding their breath in anticipation of her answer.
"Oh my," she finally said softly, the words muffled behind her paws. Tears started to gather in the corners of her eyes. "Yes," she said, lowering her paws. A smile started to form on her face as the joy-induced tears ran down her cheeks. "Yes," she repeated, a bit louder. "Oh my goodness, yes!" She reached out and wrapped her arms around Flax, laughing a little in disbelief that the talented and clever Nixie would want her out of all the people he could have chosen.
Flax gasped when the Grimm's paws reached around him, but he couldn't help but catch her case of the giggles. Relaxing, the Nixie reached his arms around Laurel as well, burying his face in her hair. She smelled of flowers and candy. And now, she was his girlfriend. The restless nights, dreaming of being hers, the feelings of longing and yearning. The fact that she felt the same way, that his wishes had finally come to fruition, filled his chest with an unbelievable lightness.
As the Nixie held her, he felt a sense of relief. At the same time, however, he felt excitement and anticipation for the future. Every moment with Laurel, from now on, would have no reservations. There would be no more secrets, no more unspoken feelings. Flax was ready to open up to her completely, and he couldn't be any more elated. "Thank you," he murmured softly, clutching onto her tighter. He never wanted to let go.
Laurel didn't seem to share that thought. Or, rather, she had something else in mind. She pulled back a bit and brought her paws up (carefully, no matter how energetic she was she was always very careful with her claws), placed them on either side of Flax's face, and drew the Nixie into a very sweet kiss. They were both probably going to be late for their next classes, but neither would hold any regrets.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2016 12:44 am
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Nixie Name: Tyler Grimm Name: Fiona Entry: For weeks now, Tyler had been doing all kinds of fin and gill wiggling and complimenting his best friend, Fiona. She had, of course, thanked him for the kind words and yet she still wasn't getting what it was that he was trying to tell her. He had even gone so far as to give her a gift: it was small, true, but technically he wasn't even supposed to give her one. Not according to traditional Nixie courting practices. He was supposed to wait for her to show interest, but for the love of the gods!
Fiona was pretty smart, and he knew this. So why wasn't she picking up on the way he felt? It was beginning to frustrate him. The gift he had given her was a necklace he'd made himself; a brightly colored shell that changed colors under certain lights surrounded by beads that matched each of the colors that could be found on the shell itself. She had loved it, as he had been (fairly) certain she would, but still... She didn't seem to get why he was giving it to her.
Right! Well. Nixie customs weren't working, obviously. Maybe he should try something else. He tried looking up Grimm customs, but they had adopted Nixie customs in their most recent history. Which just made it doubly frustrating that Fiona hadn't been interpreting his signals. Tyler sighed softly over the latest book in his search for an answer. The sigh made a piece of paper flutter off the page he'd been on, revealing that Grimms had been known to trade for mother of pearl for their loved ones. He chewed his lip as his mind raced; maybe this would be what made her see...
It had taken him nearly three weeks to get his hands on a mother of pearl, but it was perfect. He tucked it into a small bag of purple velvet (her favorite color) and waited until the next day at their first class of the day. "Here, Fi, this is for you," he said quckly and slid the bag into her hand.
He watched her smile at the gift and open it. He was so nervous that she still wouldn't get it and he would have to resort to more...direct means. But then her smile faltered and his heart beat so hard that he was afraid it would beat right out of his chest. Her eyes widened as she pulled the pearl out of the bag and looked up at Tyler. "This is for me?" she asked him, a little breathless. He nodded, still worried his feelings might not be reciprocated. But then she smiled, no, she practically beamed at him and threw her arms around his neck.
"Took you long enough," he said with a laugh, hugging her tightly.
Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 11:44 pm
The judges have spoken! Yushika and nepsah liked all the entries, but in the end the one that stood out the most was number 2!
