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Post by Moni on Oct 7, 2021 1:30:37 GMT -5
power
Bird had unlimited power!
His human friend got him a series of bells, and Bird loved the bells. Each one made a slightly different sound, and the bird loved to hear them jingle. In fact, he sometimes played with the bells even when he was supposed to sleep, and all the humans loved it, because they would come up in the middle of the night to watch him ring the bells!
"Why did you give your bird bells?" one of the humans called.
Bird did not know what that meant, but it was certainly a call of happiness! So he rung the highest-pitched bell.
"He likes them."
Ring!
"He maybe likes them a little too much."
Ring!
"Hm," the gray human replied. "You might be right."
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Post by Rasaiu on Oct 7, 2021 13:47:30 GMT -5
7: Power “It is crazy outside, right?” Kira heard Samantha speaking and turned her gaze from the window. Samantha was staring at the TV where Mariana was screaming at Luis Fernando. Kira hummed in an agreement and got back to gazing outside where tree branches were bowing before the wind.
“Good thing that we are inside,” Samantha continued. Mariana pushed Luis Fernando out of the house and as she was about to slam the door the screen blackened. Kira heard Samantha’s gasp.
"Power outage?”
“It looks like it.”
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Post by Twillie on Oct 7, 2021 16:26:25 GMT -5
Day 7: Power This probably won't end up being canon, but I thought this an interesting idea to put down at least. Since ghosts are often associated with electrical interference, I wondered what if Gibi had some kind of harness over electricity herself. It's a bit too superhero-y for the tone I'm going for, though, so the concept may end with this drawing lol. |
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Post by Twillie on Oct 8, 2021 19:07:39 GMT -5
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Post by Thorn on Oct 8, 2021 21:24:20 GMT -5
6. Mask (Grey and Lavira)
"Do you know much about war masks, Lysander?"
He shook his head. Before him flickered that powerful being of passion and strength, flaming wings spread wide, arcing towards the ashen sky in great pillars. She rarely spoke to him so directly. This must be important to her.
"Some cultures use them to strike fear into the hearts of their enemies," she went on. "But they are equally important as a tool to remind ourselves of who we are, in the heart of battle, when it comes down to it. Of who we strive to be."
Her fiery gaze washed over him. He shivered.
"I do as you ask. I don't need a mask."
"Your heart isn't in it. Perhaps this would help."
7. Power (Astrophelle) Astrophelle had always taken it for granted that her power existed for the benefit of others. She understood that there were people in the world who didn't think this way- Ash, the Betrayer, the Mother, Greyla- and that such people were often far beyond such aid as she could offer. It was far more difficult, however, to be traveling with such a person.
Mr Slithers was cold, and selfish, and all the things she would ordinarily abhor. Still, they were bound together. A celestial had told them they were both important in this story.
It didn't make working with them any easier. 8. Sugar (Percy and Floren) "If you ever call me that again, we're not on speaking terms."
Percy frowned. "What? Sugar?"
Floren visibly shuddered. "Yes."
"What's so bad about it?"
"Do you have to ask? It's terrible in every way."
9. Spice (Theo)
"That's too much spice, honey."
"I like ginger."
"You don't like it this much. I promise."
The boy glowered at her, short messy brown hair dusted with flour. She couldn't help but smile at the scene.
"You're making fun of me," he muttered.
"How about you grab a spoon? We can taste this together."
He was already backing away from her, tears welling up in his large blue eyes.
"You're being mean."
"Don't be silly, Theodor. At least taste it."
"No!"
He slammed the door behind him with as much force as he could muster, which admittedly wasn't very much. His mother sighed and dusted her hands on her apron, gazing down into the pot. She picked up her ladle and returned to the task alone.
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Post by Moni on Oct 9, 2021 3:55:40 GMT -5
sugar
"No. I am not taking you to Nedgemi again. You will have to wait until next week."
"But Raia..."
"Too much sugar will rot your teeth."
Khamet stared at the food Raia had prepared for dinner. He could have sworn he saw some discolored fumes escape off the top of her casserole, and the smell... well, Khamet had attenuated to it by now, so he didn't actually want to think on it too much, lest he notice it again.
"She doesn't only make pastries, she makes bread too! I think we need some bread."
Raia stared at her casserole, which was currently moving ever so slightly, almost as if it were breathing. Khamet did have a point, she thought. "Well, as long as it's clear that there's no pastries allowed... I think we might just have to go to her."
spice "Nixotice! My obedient servant!"
The gnome looked up from the book she was reading and stared expectantly at the genie, who was currently halfway out of a wine bottle, cooking up what looked to be a stew. He gestured extravagantly at his work.
"I require a taste tester!" he said, waving a full ladle in her face.
"Fine." With a sigh, she took a sample. "It's good, but could use more spice. Maybe some cinnamon?"
"Yes! Cinnamon! Of course! Right away!"
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Post by Moni on Oct 11, 2021 15:04:56 GMT -5
day wish oops, no see because it contains a very obvious spoiler for euroatlantis. maybe someday! day truce:
"So, Nee, you've gone soft on us!"
A gray tabby came out of a corner, with a voice like an old human who'd had a bit too much to smoke. There was a rightwards-slanted M shape on his forehead, and a very flattering scar on one of his ears.
He was known to the humans as Natch, and he was the scourge of the neighborhood rats. The other cats knew him as... also Natch, because cats weren't particularly good at giving each other good names.
"Gone soft? What do you mean, I'm as hard as ever!" retorted Nee as she stretched some more on the mat her humans gave her.
"Eh, who you kidding? You were always soft."
"... yeah... I can't argue with that. I don't suppose you came here to chit-chat though; I know the old lady has anchovies ready around this time, and if you want anything--Raia's not really too keen on free handouts."
"I heard. Paladin, right?"
"Yeah, paladin."
"I heard she had a run-in with some other gray paladin. Got really heated, but I think they've got a, ah, personal truce going on. Gray guy sounds like a jerk, honestly."
"He is! You know, Raia tells me..."
Natch listened, and joined Nee in sunbathing on the lovely human mat.
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Post by Twillie on Oct 11, 2021 16:26:32 GMT -5
Day 11: Truce I may or may not go back and do the last couple days I missed, but I don't want to put too much pressure on myself haha. Will most likely just keep going forward! |
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Post by Twillie on Oct 12, 2021 13:09:34 GMT -5
Day 12: Garden
Gave myself a bit of a break today and polished a piece I've already been working on, rather than start something from scratch. |
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Post by Moni on Oct 14, 2021 1:50:10 GMT -5
garden: low effort
"A plant?"
Cheo placed some sort of pot with a baby-plant inside of it near the window. "It would brighten up the space, don't you think? Some greenery is always nice.
"Don't humans usually put gardens outdoors?"
"It's not a garden, Nee, it's a houseplant."
"I think it's a very small garden."
burn: extremely low effort
"What are you thinking about?"
"Burns," said Sabef. "Sick burns. My arsenal is almost out, and I need to refill it."
"What's wrong with the classics?" asked Khamet.
"It's art for art's sake, you understand."
"I can appreciate this." Pause. "So, who are we coming up with burns for?"
cage: extremely extremely low effort
Bottle sung horrifically off-key: "I'm traaaaaaapped in a caaaage, the fruiiiiits of an bargain unholyyyyyyyyyyy..."
"Don't be so dramatic," Booknocks said, casually flipping to the next page of his spellbook. "It's can't be that unholy, if you're here."
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Post by Thorn on Oct 18, 2021 5:50:19 GMT -5
I missed quite a few, so here's a quick thing for: 17. Embrace These are my lovely space ace ladies, Cal* the cyborg and Mari the android! I may finally be redrafting their story next month, if I can find the time. I missed doing so last year, and I try to redraft it yearly. "You know," I said. "I can't really feel it when you hug me."
Cal frowned. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I don't know," I looked at the ground. "You seemed happy."
"Are you damaged?"
I shrugged. "Maybe? For at least the past few generations, my casing has been...well. It's old. I think that's part of it. But there's a faulty receptor on my wrist, and if you want to like...kiss that or something, whatever, that's a nice fuzzy feeling."
She did just that. "That work?"
"Yes. Except now I can't feel that hand, so apparently it's more than just that receptor acting up. Yay me."
*I use this name a lot yes. It is pretty much my fave, don't @ me, I am up to four characters named Cal by this stage. xD Also another! Again, rushed in a few minutes right before sleeptime. 18. WatchGrey kept watch throughout the night. He didn't think he'd be able to sleep even if he tried, between the prospect of more nightmares and the somehow even less thrilling prospect of waking up to Linari looming over him with that horrible, innocent smile.
("What're you dreaming about?" "Nothing." "Are you crying?" "Shut up.")
She loomed oddly well for someone so young. It wasn't even like she did it intentionally. That guy at the bank, sure, but he got the impression she wasn't trying to scare Grey the same way. Probably because of their master, but he liked to think it was because he used the last of his silver to buy her the fancy candy. Which was absolutely vile and he had no idea why anyone would ever want to eat the stuff when there were perfectly good, far cheaper offerings out there.
People were weird when you stopped long enough to pay attention. |
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Post by Thorn on Oct 18, 2021 15:56:15 GMT -5
19. Shadow Trying a different angle on something with Mari the android. Mari jumped at every shadow these days. Which part of her understood was just her own fear of being caught out, but another part of her wanted to blame on terrible programming.
Ever since the dragon rider arrived, she had been on edge. She should have just let her die- that would have been easier. But she couldn't let her die there, alone and afraid, no matter how stupid and stubburn and uncaring the woman was. She was sworn to help others. That was her entire purpose.
But there was a contradiction in that that she knew would be the end of her one of these days.
EDIT: will edit some older ones in here, as I scribble them out realquick. 11. Truce
I have written so many people who like each other conversing, so now it's time for some people who don't like each other, woo! All three characters mentioned by name are EuroAtlantis NPCs on a lord's council. The two in focus in the piece don't like each other at all, for differing and potentially justified reasons. I think that's all the context needed. "Is there to be a truce between us, then?" Solstriana asked.
"Were we fighting? I was not aware."
"Dear, we're always fighting."
Usavias tensed. Solstriana smirked. They gestured wordlessly, some vague condescension, but she was long past the point of caring.
"If there's to be a truce, I need to hear you say it," Usavias said.
"Say what?"
"That you share my stance, and not that of Master Jane."
Solstriana raised an eyebrow. "Ooh. You're fighting with Jane now? Rather harsh."
"No, we are- you know what I mean, Solstriana. I know you want to agree with me."
"Want to agree with you? No. I find the thought vastly disagreeable. But I will consider it nonetheless, for I am not incapable of putting aside my own personal interests."
She raised a knowing eyebrow. Usavias sighed.
"Just...find me when you are decided. Master Solstriana."
"Master Usavias. Farewell."
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Post by Moni on Oct 19, 2021 0:24:22 GMT -5
skipped a few but will catch up eventually shadow Nee watched the shadows of the blueberries sway back and forth in the soil. Moving targets were always had for her, but perhaps, projected into two dimensions, they would be less hard to grab.
Jump! She grabbed at a shadow-blueberry.
Alas, she did not know if she did grab it, because her own shadow eclipsed the blueberries. Maybe if she got them from the other side... watch
"What do you mean gone? Like... like he... passed away."
Cepith shook his head. "No, Raia said she'd know if he died. She'd know if he were in the feywilds, maybe hell... but he's just gone. Erased. And so is his party."
"I thought you didn't like her."
"You have to admit, she's competent."
He looks so sad, Cadmia thought. Sure, he wasn't crying or anything, but it was obvious. Something in his eyes.
"Maybe... maybe he didn't go to someplace else? Maybe he's trapped in a pocket dimension, somewhere... or maybe he's in the past!"
"The past?"
Distract him! That usually worked. "Yeah, like... didn't Anthony have trouble with some 'time cops?'"
Cepith was inclined to take this out of hand. "Time cops... yes, Anthony did come from... a place in the future, or from some other plane. If Khamet traveled to the past, we wouldn't know of him. But if he traveled to the future... hmmm... well, it would make some sense."
"So we wait?"
"Assuming this happened, he could be thousands of years into the future. We'd never see him again. Perhaps if he comes back--well--the timeline where he disappeared would be erased, which would render everything in it pointless."
He looked sad again.
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Post by Twillie on Oct 19, 2021 16:07:00 GMT -5
Day 19: Shadow
Finally getting back to these prompts, hoping I can stick with them again lol. |
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Post by Moni on Oct 20, 2021 1:25:20 GMT -5
stitch: starring edgemom "Here you go. All better now!"
A pallid woman, almost without hue, held out Mr. Lion in front of Cepith. But Cepith was a grown man now; yes, he thought. He was happy that Mr. Lion was healed with the magical power of needles and threads and stitches, but once a man turned six years old (yesterday), there were simply some things he had to leave behind.
"No," he said. "I already told you, I'm too old for Mr. Lion."
"Oh, that's a shame. I'd also made some cake--but, you know, now that you're grown up, you have to watch what you eat."
Tears formed in his eyes. "Yes... that is the price I must pay."
"And adults don't play on swings, they don't run around everywhere, they have to watch their voice..."
"Oh."
"But you're my handsome little man; I think I can make an exception for you."
Cepith took Mr. Lion and hugged him very much. tear: starring fake khamet
Ahmose glared at the drawing as if it offended him personally. It was good, except for the angle of the arm, and a small shadow that shouldn't be there at the neck, and also, the fact that it portrayed his worst enemy.
What a horrible gift this was, he thought, tearing it in half and plopping it in the basket. I have to get back at him.
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