I did this small contest for Helga's b-day it consisted in telling me how did you pictured that day in a fanart or a small fan fiction. It lasted from March 25 to 26 and these were the prices:
The one I liked the most would be in the description of this deviation [link]
-I would credit you (with a link to your account or webpage if you had one).
- And last Arnold and Helga would answer your question next.
I received 3 awesome entries. All of them great. The winner is just the person who got closer to my head canon. I can't answer their questions at once but since there were so few and they made an effort to finish it on time I'll answer their questions first.First place to third place in that order. All of them were amazing I even cried a bit with two of them. Thank you very very much, guys, you are amazing!
3rd Place Winner
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2nd Place Winner
I'm sitting outside. 20. The wind is blowing my hair around with the smoke from my cig passing over me. 20. I look up at sky and think:20. I am 20 years old today. 20 years ago a straight edged Merriam and perpetually angered Bob got into a car to have me. They walked into Hillwood Medical Center, checked in, got a room, and proceeded to deal with the pain my simple entrance into the world brought them.
Olga says it was a happy day. But I don't believe her. Because happy days are supposed to be celebrated. Happy days are supposed to be presented with cakes, presents, and a nice dinner. All I got was a few grunts from my father across the breakfast table. He didn't even bother to look up from his paper.
"20? I thought you were 16."
"No Bob, I turned 16 four years ago, remember?"
"Are you sure?"
"YES Dad, I think I'd know my damn own age."
"HEY! Don't back talk me little lady! When I turned 16 I was working some shit job and what am I now?" I sigh.
"The Peeper King..."
"Thats right Olga! I'm the King! And don't you forget it!" And it's been like that all day. But I gotta give my Bob a little credit. He at least said SOMETHING to me. Merriam barely left the blenders side, slurping down smoothie after smoothie while mumbling something about beans. And my sister...well...I can't even begin to deal with that.
I take another large puff, really enjoying my smoky present from the Marlboro Man. It's kinda sad that this is all I get. Even with Arnold as a boyfriend a cigarette is all I have to look forward to. Happy freaking birthday to me. Not.
"So there's my birthday girl!" I look up and find Arnold standing in front of me. He's holding a longterm rose.
"A little something for your birthday," he says, handing me the rose.
"Thanks...." I sigh, stubbing out my cig.
"What's the matter Helga! It's your birthday! You should be happy!"
"Oh? And why should I? Because you walked over here with a freaking flower?"
"No, because your birth is something to happy about!" Arnold pushes my head his direction and stares me. His lips tremble some, a goofy grin on his face. "Helga...I'm glad you were born today."
"Really?"I say, suddenly emotional. God, I hate how he can do that. Just waltz on over and get me all mushy...and yet...I love it all the same.
"Of course! I don't think my world would be as exciting without you in it. And...I think..." he pauses, getting just as emotional as me, "I think that I love you Helga G. Pataki. And I always will." Arnold leans in and kisses me, softly at first then harder with passion, his lips erasing today's problems . Hillwood blurs all around us and soon it's just us and the concrete stoop we're sitting on. My mind clears with every passing second and don't want it to end. We interlock hands as the kiss continues and It's all I can do not to take this further.
"So..." Arnold asks with half-lidded eyes when we part, "How's your birthday now?" I can only sigh...Oh! BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER.
1st Place Winner
Arnold and Phil wake up before Helga and fix her breakfast to give her in bed (a typical breakfast, like eggs, toast, bacon, and milk). They also have birthday cards for her, one from both of them together and one from each of them, and a bouquet of flowers (daisies or something spring-like). When Helga sees what her husband and son have done for her, she is moved to tears and embraces them, most especially with a tight hug for Phil and a passionate kiss for Arnold. After she has eaten, Phil has gone to play in his room, and since the couple is alone in their room now, Arnold wants to give her one other morning gift...do you think you can guess what it might be?
Thank you very much to you all for your participation! It means so much to me!
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But I saw my story in the main birthday picture; so thank you so much for liking it and putting it there!
Moira I can't find your question. I haven't posted it because of that would you mind telling me which one was? I keep lurking through my messages and I just can't find it. Help.