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 Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:32 am
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Pumpkin Carving
Starts: NOW! Ends: November 1st 11AM CST  Candle by Mobster Goose
Rules
1. Carve a pumpkin! Take a picture with the lights on with your username, and one with the lights off with the pumpkin lit so we can see the design.
2. Tell us the story your pumpkin is trying to tell, or make up an adventure of how you came to get and make this Jack-o-lantern.
----- Since there seems to be some confusion on this, this is not just telling us why you used the medium or how you wanted to enter and this was what you liked best. Such information is for the Additional Info state. It has to be Either
A) A story about how you came up with the design
B) Describing the story your Pumpkin portrays.
B) A rendition of the story of how you got the pumpkin.
They do not have to be factual, and the more fantastical the better.
3. No Mules
4. No Proxies
5. One Entry per person
6. Do not post images bigger than 500x500 pixels -- Link to anything larger.
NEW7. Doesn't have to actually be a Pumpkin, but can be a pumpkin alternative. It cannot however, be an illustration of a pumpkin with a pretty design on it -- it has to be three Dimensional with things cut out, even if its in a digital medium (3d rendering program, Video games that allow you to build fully three dimensional pumpkins. ). You could carve Other things, such as Turnips even craft them out of materials such as polymer clay or some sort of Styrofoam, but it cannot be a flat surface, such as a flash program or an illustration of a pumpkin. Papercraft is welcome!
7. You are welcome to edit your entry. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 7:37 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 5:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 7:01 pm
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 7:03 pm
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Ok Jack, time for your Lobotomy...
Username: Nyx Queen of Darkness *removed Tara by request since the name wasn't supposed to be there*
Mares name: Grauen Kerze (means Horror Candle in german)
Temper: Sinister
Main image:
Click it. I can't resize X_X
Additional Image links (optional): 
Story of the/Behind the pumpkin:
This is my third pumpkin ever and only 2nd year doing it. This is based on the song that Katniss sings in The Hunger Games trilogy--specifically Mockingjay book. I picked this design because 1, I'm obsessed with Hunger Games. 2. I wanted to have something that would both relate to soquili AND to the books as I was hoping to enter the Mockingjay.net contest. Then I hit on the perfect Idea. Lament has been my dream soq for awhile and her tree is based on a legend I created around the song mentioned in Mockingjay. So I hope you love my depiction of combining my soquili dream soq with one of my favourite books!
It's about a man who's being hung for killing and he's telling his girl to meet him there. My pumpkin depicts her reaching for his hanging body and fufilling the lines from her asking her to come to him.
The Legend that I created for Lolly and I's soq. Mine based on The Hanging Tree.
Nyx Queen of Darkness Lydia was young and impressionable when she met Lance—the dark, charming brother of her best friend, Velia. It wasn’t long before the young pair was seeking more and more time alone. They were both daydreaming of a “happily ever after”. Lance came home, to where Velia and Lydia would be waiting for him. He knew something was wrong as soon as he came upon the place. The usually warm light of their home was dimmed, and as he called out his voice echoed blankly against the wall. The horror met his eyes when he stepped him, the fresh smell of blood made him wretch. Lydia was bloody and unconscious, but Velia…his only living family, the most tender one he’d ever known was dead. She had been murdered. Over the next few weeks, Lance, already interested in the darker arts, prepared his sister’s body for re-entry into this world so that she could rejoin them. Lydia healed though she was darker and more sullen—tortured. She would never be the same. Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. It was over these weeks that they devised their plan of vengeance against three stallions that had attacked Lydia and murdered Velia. On the darkest of nights, All Hallow’s Eve, Lance and Lydia crept through the dark—stealing into the homes of the three stallions and releasing their cursed souls from the homes of their body in bloody and cruel ways. The sounds of the stallions screams were just dying out when Lance and Lydia made it home. The cave walls reflecting the soft candlelight, as Lydia went outside to gather more wood. Lance began the ceremony, calling forth his sister from death to rejoin the living. Her lid twitched, just as they invaded his cave. Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. There had been witnesses who had seen Lance making his way back to the cave, and they had come to take him. It did not matter that he had done this of vengeance for his sister. Lydia came running as she heard the scuffle, but Lance yelled for her to flee. That night they hung him.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Lydia sobbed long into the night. She did not know the way of the dark arts, so there was no way she could bring either Lance or Velia back. She was destined to a life without them. The thought was simply unbearable. She would find her freedom with him then. Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Going back to their abandoned home, she picked up the wilted bouquet for the wedding they had never been able to have. Placing the veil over her hair, she made her way slowly back to him like the sound of a funeral march. *** It was in the dawn that they discovered Lydia hanging beside Lance. It is said that some how they made their way back to this world. They are neither alive nor truly dead. Their names forgotten as they wander looking for each other for eternity—known only by the names Voodoo and Lament.
FULL LYRICS
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man they say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out for his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.
Additional info (optional): She's absollutely freaking amazing. I LOVE her eyes *_* |
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 8:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:00 pm
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Ok Jack, time for your Lobotomy...
Username: Divena
Mares name: Astoria
Temper: Homicidal
Main image: 
Additional Image links (optional):
Full crime scene
Mr. Pumkinhead's closeup
Ms. Cereal's untimely demise
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Exhibit C
Pumkin alone
Story of the/Behind the pumpkin:
It was a normal day when Jack Oscar Pumpkinhead went to visit his recently married sister, Jacqueline Olivia Lantern. They had even had a rather pleasant chat, given that the Pumpkinhead siblings had never really gotten along too well. Mrs. Lantern thought her brother was too stiff, while Mr. Pumpkinhead disapproved of his sister’s choice in husband. The siblings had gotten into a typical shouting match that had gone on long into the night until Mr. Lantern kicked Mr. Pumpkinhead out of the house.
Mr. Pumpkinhead walked briskly, muttering darkly to himself about his sister’s idiocy. He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he wasn’t aware he’d turned too soon, into a dark alley. Not until he came face to face with a burly man holding a bloody knife. For a moment, the man and Mr. Pumpkinhead just stared at each other, both too shocked to move.
Then Mr. Pumpkinhead’s eyes flicked to Ms. Cereal, a young woman who lived down the street from Mr. Pumkinhead. She was a nice enough sort, if a bit flaky. And she lay on the ground… dead.
Mr. Pumpkinhead did the only thing he could think of. He turned and tried to run. But the killer was just a hair faster… And he knew better than to leave any witnesses…
*~*~
The call came in late, from a hysterical busy body who had heard a man’s screams. The police arrived on the scene and stared in horror at the bloodbath that rested in the alley. The wounds were identical to the slashes that were on three other victims they had found earlier that week. As they placed their evidence markers and stared at the double homicide, the lead detective uttered one sentence that sent dread spiking through his fellow investigators.
“Definitely the work of a cereal killer.”
Additional info (optional): I had a blast setting up this “crime scene,” and I really loved how it turned out! |
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2011 9:07 pm
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Ok Jack, time for your Lobotomy...
Username:DemonWingedPoetGirl Mares name:Jacklyn Beatrice Nimbleton"Bea Nimble" Temper:Artistic Main image:i re sized the image it just might take a bit for it to actually shrink.  Additional Image links (optional):in detailStory of the/Behind the pumpkin:The end is near
*que dramatic old time radio laughter* .As the moon shone bright and full over head, tiny hands gripped tightly a heavily treat laden pillow case. Holding it close to her face for comfort, she inhaled the scent of gentle lilac fabric softener and tender dreams from nights far more comforting than this. A sigh escaped her and the swirling heart pattern distracted her momentarily from the looming house just ahead. "Just a few more steps . . . and a few moments closer to the end." she whispered quietly, looking everywhere but where she needed too procrastinating as best she could manage at this late hour. It was undoubtedly quite the site. Ghosts whispered in and amongst the few barren trees that scattered the yard with their claw like branches. Stalks of over grown dead grass swayed the crisp autumn air, brushing against one another, to make a symphony of raspy scraping noises. Quite the spooky picture over all silhouetted against the star speckled sky, However perhaps the most eerie attribute of this “house” (if one would even call it so) was the deep red orangeish glow that emitted from all the windows. Almost as if the place was lit by hell fire itself. Suddenly in one of the uppermost windows a shadow passed between the source of the glow and the panes of glass. The girl gave a little jolt of surprise . . .maybe even a little chill of fear. Moving quickly the figure appeared once more this time in a window on the second floor. For a moment it paused and seemed to look at her standing there. One thing was certain It was definately getting closer. Swallowing the lump in her now dry throat she walked forward once more, toward the cobweb covered porch. Upon placing a foot on the first step the door creaked open making and a sliver of orange glow slunk toward her. “oh this was SO not a good idea.” She said quietly. “Your certainly right it wasn’t get in here you’re a whole hour past curfew young lady.” Her father said with a scowl his face still painted like a cartoon Dracula. With a exsasperated sigh she tromped up the stairs and past him into the brightly lit house. “sorry dad I just lost track of time.” She replied.
It took a moment but with a smile he reached out a hand and ruffled her hair
“it’s okay ill over look it if you lose track of some of those caramel squares your brother wont share any of his.”
She pulled out a few and handed them over as he closed the door behind them
It was official halloween was at an end.
Additional info (optional):
Firstly let me say the prize for this game is epic. when I saw her in the soqoween thread I was like
"whatever game that is I'm giveing it my all."
Seriously almost withdrew my entry in the cat walker raffle just incase lol. Not to mention I was super glad she was the prize for something I felt I could enter with some amount of confidence.
Thank you so much for the chance despite the trouble this orange menace caused me I had a blast carving it and am really proud of the way it turned out even with my creative input.
Now
HOW It ALL WENT DOWN.
Okay so i dropped this pumpkin, not once, no not even twice, but three count um three times on my foot* (the same foot mind you) on the way home after i bought it.
That was very foolish on its part! Very foolish indeed!
For at first after i laid out my news paper and got all set up to do this thing. I thought for just a moment that i would go the classic route and do a regular plain old jack o lantern face. Simple, quick, and painless for my little orange friend. Then i looked down at the ice pack on my foot . . . . my mouth set into a hard frown, i gave the 15$ orange menace my best death stare and then . . . .grabbed my IPhone. I think in that moment i saw it quake with fear and maybe watched a little sweat roll down its thick orange skin. It knew beyond a doubt that it was in big trouble.
Grinning manically spent a good 20 minuets looking up design ideas none of them looked painful enough to satisfy me . . . or easy enough for me to do im not exactly the best pumpkin carver BUT I wanted to draw the pain out! savor every slice!
REVENGE SWEET REVENGE for my poor widdle tosy woesies WOULD BE MINE!!!!
Then i found it. It was prefect! True it was rated 5 out of 5 pumpkins for difficulty but it was also in a children's book (as per the description) so i felt i could handle it fairly well. So using whatever i could find** such as tooth picks, a potato peeler, a steak knife, and a little really rather helpful sharpened bit of wire i began to work.
It took 2 and a half hours too finish all together. When i was done i stuck a candle in it and put it outside to let it rot slowly in agony on my porch for the amusement of myself and others.
mwhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahah
*see sad foot picture in album
** because i forgot to buy a pumpkin carving kit due to my foot being hurt.
Sweden no has pumpkins? Learn somethin new everyday i suppose lol
Oh and in case your wondering if i was doing voices for myself and the pumpkin. Like it was really being tortured and i was some sort of mad scientist . . .the answer is totally yes. In fact I wish I would have recorded it as an audio track to accompany my entry. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 11:21 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 1:01 pm
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Ok Jack, time for your Lobotomy...
Username: Syaoran-Puu
Mares name: Elvira Willow
Temper: Unpredicatable
Main image: (click all the images to see a larger version)
Additional Image links (optional):
     
Story of the/Behind the pumpkin:
This pumpkin was made by me and my daughter. I asked her if she would like us to make a cat (she loves cats) she shook her head, I asked if she would like to make a ghost; no. Frankenstein, no. A mummy, no. A haunted house, no. A vampire, no. A werewolf, no. I was running out of ideas, until I thought.... what do lots of children all over the world do on halloween after they have ate too much candy? THEY THROW UP! I asked my little girl if she would like to do that and she nodded enthusiastically and grinned so wide I thought the Cheshire cat was sitting next to me.
And so our mission was set. To create a pumpkin that would vomit... but not like those that vomit up their seeds, oh no.... after all that is far too messy and not as yummy as... CHOCOLATE! =D
Tomorrow we are having a little Halloween party for a few of Annabell's friends, and with a big smile she went to bed tonight and said "Mummy," *points to pumpkin* "scare Oliver!" ....I guess there is no hope that she will ever be a 'girly girl' now smile hehehe, not that I would change her for the world. I will have to let you know if it does scare Oliver or not... either way, this pumpkin will be VERY YUMMY!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!
Additional info (optional): Candle is absolutely stunning! Loving all the entries, some fantastic pumpkin designs! Good luck everyone. *huggles*
In case you are wondering, I am British so here it is 'Mummy' not 'Mommy' =D |
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 6:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 10:28 pm
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Ok Jack, time for your Lobotomy...
Username: Muffinsbaby
Mares name: Shukhia Cairan (Means Glowing Little Dark One)
Temper: Eerie
Main image:
Additional Image links (optional):
  
Story of the/Behind the pumpkin:
In a land filled with snow, lay a lone pumpkin, wanting, craving, a face of his own. One lone girl ventured out into the frozen land, braving the dangers of ice and permanent slippage. This girl found that pumpkin, freezing it's stem off (the stem was quite literally so frozen it broke off), and took pity on it, and took it home, warming it into a smiling face. She gave it candles, inside and out, to always keep the snowy pumpkin warm.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 11:13 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 2:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:51 pm
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Ok Jack, time for your Lobotomy...
Username: Kamiki
Mares name: Caldera the Light-bearer
Temper: Haunting
Main image:
Additional Image links (optional):
              
Story of the/Behind the pumpkin:
Come close, I have a story to tell you.
Once, not too long ago, outside a small Kawani village lived a mysterious mare known as Caldera, the Lightbearer. Now, she was quite a conundrum to the Kawani village this mare - there was always this mountain lion around. Some say she was a sorceress and this lion was her familiar. Others say she was a skinwalker. Some say… well, some say she was both.
Of course you know how stories go. She was probably neither.
But either way, this mare she lived alone and practiced the Old Religion. Some the Harvest Festival, she would set out lanterns made from pumpkins and gourds to bring luck and guide the spirits to their crop to bless it.
Her practices, though, they made some folks uncomfortable - especially the white travelers from across the sea.
One harvest festival, two teenage boys caught the mountain lion and did a horrible thing. They killed it, and I'll spare you the details, but it involved stuffing the poor beast into a huge prize pumpkin and lighting it on fire.
The village was cursed with horrible crops that year. All the corn and gourds grew infected with a black mold, killing anyone who tried to eat them. And, so they say, wherever there was a death, a twisted feline smile would be mysteriously carved into a pumpkin somewhere near their body… making the tortured soul of that poor beast the last thing they say before they died.
Additional info (optional): We took all the innards from these big pumpkins and made roasted pumpkin seeds and homemade dog biscuits for our four legged kiddos <3 |
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