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amiserablepileofwords2024-10-15 07:11 pmMonster Person #414
Monster who's going to keep poking away at it, until nothing but ashes and dust remain
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-15 07:09 pmMonster Person #413
Monster who will kill them, or be killed by them. Either way, someone will die. Unless they don't. Again.
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-15 07:08 pmEternal Sapphtember #13
Girls who are under a lot of pressure
mentat_emulator2024-10-15 11:17 amObservations on the Dead
Vampire who is still growing in their new fangs.
It is approximately 1400 words long, or about 2 pages. It contains:
Captivity
Torture
Starvation
Mild Gore
It's a good deal darker than my usual work, but I do hope you enjoy!
The hunter arose at sunset, as befit one of her profession. She made her ablutions as the last rays of the sun disappeared behind forested hills dusted with the first snow of winter. With care, she made a circuit of the safe-house's interior, ensuring the wards were still in place at every possible entrance. Religious symbols and sacred herbs could not stop an experienced vampire for long, but they bought precious time to prepare for an intrusion. Each had been ritually bound to her, so that their destruction would not go unnoticed. Unlikely that her quarry's sire would find her this far from the city, but precautions were still warranted.
Satisfied, she made her way to the kitchen and prepared a small pot of porridge. The provisions here were meager stuff, but it was better than the travel rations in her pack. A warm bowl of anything was preferable to hard tack and jerky. She ate her fill, cleaned the dishes, and then prepared herself for the night's ministrations.
She donned her vestments, tied back her hair, strapped her tools to her waist, and finally drew on long gloves of brown leather, studded here and there with dots of silver. Her neck was protected by a steel gorget, engraved with the symbols of her order. She took up her book of observations, lit a candle, and thus armed, descended into the basement.
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gullwingdoors2024-10-12 10:44 pmthe pieces put together
"When everyone who was left simultaneously awoke from some long, terrible dream two hundred and twenty years ago, they found themselves thirty years late, trapped in a world ravaged beyond recognizability. They found themselves surrounded by the corpses of giants, metal giants, monsters that bore the marks of being works of man - and yet, whose origin was an aching wound in everyone's mind.
"And they found that magic was *real.*"
(Our first outing finally writing some fiction for Dreamwidth - a stream of worldbuilding we've been stirring around that has now been poured out! Find the full thing here.)
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-12 11:07 pmEternal Sapphtember #12
Girls who shine like a diamond
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-12 11:06 pmMonster Person #412
Monster who has retrograde amnesia. That's their story, and they're sticking to it.
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-11 07:55 pmEternal Sapphtember #11
Girls who throw the first punch
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-11 07:54 pmMonster Person #411
Monster who transcends logic and common sense
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-10 08:01 pmEternal Sapphtember #10
Girls who have the last word
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-10 08:00 pmMonster Person #410
Monster who, again, is not 'a floof', you take that back! And stop calling them that!
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-09 09:20 pmMonster Person #409
Monster who totally has a tax medallion! They've just... misplaced it. Temporarily.
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-08 08:26 pmMonster Person #408
Monster who doesn't want you to worry, so... don't
mentat_emulator2024-10-07 08:34 pmA Clockwork Mirror
Vampire who can't thrall your mind, but can thrall your body.
It is approximately 1900 words long, or about 3 pages. It contains:
Implied Violence
Power Imbalance
Dom/Sub Dynamics
Dolls!
Please enjoy!
Great tapestries adorned the walls of the Dollmaker's home, each depicting scenes of service and humility, as one might expect from the products of dolls. Felicity stared at them as she and her Master were led through the impressive estate, wondering how long it must have taken to create so many, and how many dolls were dedicated to the task. Perhaps they were fast with a needle.
She glanced past her Master's shoulder, at the doll who escorted them. They were fascinating creatures, but they made Felicity uneasy. There was something uncanny about them, she thought, in the way they moved, the way their faces could emote only so much within the limits of their artificial construction. And there was the question of how artificial they really were. One could, as a vampire (or near enough), detect the vital essence, the life within any given doll. Was it all magic, or...? It gave her goosebumps.
The doll stopped at a closed door, and gently knocked. The voice of the Dollmaker came from within.
“Yes, my dear?”
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-07 08:57 pm