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amiserablepileofwords2024-10-06 09:00 pm
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amiserablepileofwords2024-10-06 09:00 pmamiserablepileofwords2024-10-05 10:12 pmEntry tags:
Monster Person #405
Monster who got lost in their own maze
mentat_emulator2024-10-05 02:32 pmEntry tags:
The Underworld
Written for Vamptober prompt number 28 (yes, I'm doing them out of order)
Vampire who runs the underworld — no, it's a licensed bar and music venue, what do you mean?
It is approximately 1600 words, or about 3 pages long. Enjoy!
It was Wolf Night down at the Underworld, and Benny was feeling lucky. He'd gotten the idea in is head, encouraged by his cadre of admirers, that he deserves to lead his own pack. The young werewolves looked up to him, all of twenty-nine years old, and had been whispering in his ear about it for months. But he can't just declare himself a leader; he needs permission from at least three elders to split off from the Heights pack without serious repercussions.
And who should happen to be at the bar tonight, but Old Tessa (don't let her hear you say 'Old,' or god help you), the most reclusive of his pack elders. He had been in a room with her only once before, at his induction six years ago. She was memorable though – six-foot-four, built like a warhorse, with her short blonde hair giving way to silvery gray. The younger women swooned over her, pack of rabid lesbians that they mostly were, and even Benny had to admit that she had a certain beauty for her age. But Tessa only really kept company with wolves her own age (and, it was rumored, other things), and rarely gave direct guidance to the young. It must say something about her character that she was still highly respected, and maintained her title as elder, despite this.
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Slarmor
Slimetember prompt - Ooze That's Pretending To Be a Suit of Armor
"Where is she?"
The party was gathered at the town gate, waiting on their Paladin. It wasn't too unusual for Constanze to be late, especially since she met her new girlfriend. Still, she was certainly taking a while, especially for a day they'd planned a dungeon delve. The party leader, a Cleric, continued to pace while the Mage and Fencer sat around impatiently, until finally they heard the voice of their companion calling out to them.
"I'm here! I'm here, sorry I'm late!" she called as she jogged up. "I was just-"
"What in the abyss are you wearing?" The Paladin's excuse was cut off as the party leader interjected.
Instead of her usual well-kept scale cuirass, Constanze Bulwark sported a bizarre armor of translucent pink. One could clearly see her leathers through the material, and the way it followed her movements was slightly.... odd.
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Fantasy Flat Plane
The first piece I'll put up here will be the first fiction I've really written. It's mostly vignettes of various sceneries and societies of a fantastical world. It began as a twitter thread; a place to put little ideas I had while bored at work. I'm still quite proud of it~
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A flat world. Infinitely spreading in the horizontal plane. Vertically, it loops around (if you dig down, you'll eventually fall into the sky) but it's a long journey, I think
The sun is.... idk, big magelights? I don't know the specifics of how that could work. Some powerful god-sorcery that keeps 24-hour days across the world. At night, the stars are the twinkle of minerals in the distant ground above
Gravity is constant everywhere (straight down), as is atmospheric pressure. No thinner air as you go up
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Different civilizations on an infinite world, many of which will never meet. Tunnel people, living underground. Sky people, living in the clouds. Water people, island people, tree people, every kind of development people could try. People who live on the underside of the ground, a city hanging above the sky (western air temple style). A nomadic people, who delight in meeting the wide and various civilizations across the plane. An endless waterfall, pouring through a hole in the ground to fall back into its reservoir
Every conceivable civilization could exist because none could ever achieve universal reach. Internet, faster-than-light travel, even conquering empires would have a finite spread, and leave other civilizations untouched by their influence.
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A flat world. Infinitely spreading in the horizontal plane. Vertically, it loops around (if you dig down, you'll eventually fall into the sky) but it's a long journey, I think
The sun is.... idk, big magelights? I don't know the specifics of how that could work. Some powerful god-sorcery that keeps 24-hour days across the world. At night, the stars are the twinkle of minerals in the distant ground above
Gravity is constant everywhere (straight down), as is atmospheric pressure. No thinner air as you go up
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Different civilizations on an infinite world, many of which will never meet. Tunnel people, living underground. Sky people, living in the clouds. Water people, island people, tree people, every kind of development people could try. People who live on the underside of the ground, a city hanging above the sky (western air temple style). A nomadic people, who delight in meeting the wide and various civilizations across the plane. An endless waterfall, pouring through a hole in the ground to fall back into its reservoir
Every conceivable civilization could exist because none could ever achieve universal reach. Internet, faster-than-light travel, even conquering empires would have a finite spread, and leave other civilizations untouched by their influence.
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amiserablepileofwords2024-10-03 08:29 pmEntry tags:
Monster Person #403
Monster who's a delivery platform for entire ecosystems
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-03 08:28 pmEntry tags:
Eternal Sapphtember #3
Girls who know it's not over
mentat_emulator2024-10-02 08:09 pmA Flutter
This is a doll story that is approximately 2400 words long, or about 4 pages. It contains:
Explicit Sex Acts
A Doll's Mechanical Insides
Hypno-Adjacent Feelings
Please Enjoy.
You are out on the west balcony when the seven o’ clock bell chimes, watching the sunset through the branches of the elm trees. It is a curious ritual you’ve developed, standing in this exact spot, glassy eyes fixated on the distant orange glow of the horizon, on any day where your duties do not call you elsewhere. Can a doll appreciate the aesthetic beauty of an autumn sunset? It has never occurred to you that it is beautiful, exactly. But still you stand transfixed, diligent as if you had been told to do it.
Today your reverie is cut short. You hear the tapping of another doll coming down the corridor, the distinct sound of porcelain feet within padded velvet shoes against the hardwood floor. You turn to face it as it approaches. You recognize this one, it does laundry and sewing, perhaps even tailored the azure satin dress you wear now. Black, curly hair bobs against its left shoulder as it walks, and its dark eyes are framed by ornate red eyeglasses. It wears a dress like yours, but in black. A kitchen doll you are acquainted with has told you that Mistress dresses her favorites in black, but you do not believe it. Mistress’ motivations are not for dolls to know. The seamstress doll has halted in front of you and dipped a perfunctory curtsy. You return the gesture, as manners dictate.
Mistress has need of you, it says, She is in the drawing room.
Explicit Sex Acts
A Doll's Mechanical Insides
Hypno-Adjacent Feelings
Please Enjoy.
You are out on the west balcony when the seven o’ clock bell chimes, watching the sunset through the branches of the elm trees. It is a curious ritual you’ve developed, standing in this exact spot, glassy eyes fixated on the distant orange glow of the horizon, on any day where your duties do not call you elsewhere. Can a doll appreciate the aesthetic beauty of an autumn sunset? It has never occurred to you that it is beautiful, exactly. But still you stand transfixed, diligent as if you had been told to do it.
Today your reverie is cut short. You hear the tapping of another doll coming down the corridor, the distinct sound of porcelain feet within padded velvet shoes against the hardwood floor. You turn to face it as it approaches. You recognize this one, it does laundry and sewing, perhaps even tailored the azure satin dress you wear now. Black, curly hair bobs against its left shoulder as it walks, and its dark eyes are framed by ornate red eyeglasses. It wears a dress like yours, but in black. A kitchen doll you are acquainted with has told you that Mistress dresses her favorites in black, but you do not believe it. Mistress’ motivations are not for dolls to know. The seamstress doll has halted in front of you and dipped a perfunctory curtsy. You return the gesture, as manners dictate.
Mistress has need of you, it says, She is in the drawing room.
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amiserablepileofwords2024-10-02 06:45 pmEntry tags:
Monster Person #402
Monster who doesn't have human problems, so they can't be expected to solve them
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-02 06:42 pmEntry tags:
Eternal Sapphtember #2
Girls who rage, rage against the dying of the light
meli_writes2024-10-02 02:48 am
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Vampire Who's for Vamptober!
Heya! Still feeling a lil' bit tired, gonna be super busy this month, but still want to share a little pile of mostly smutty & silly vampire-focused prompts for halloween. If you make use of these be sure to post on the salon in #story-share and give me a ping <3
- Vampire who can secrete a numbing cream, but has to lick it over the bite spot.
- Vampire who isn't sure whether they ever stopped sleeping.
- Vampire whose partner has to keep them in the closet — literally, the werewolf pack is over.
- Vampire who has an embarrassing taste in victims.
- Vampire who has used the centuries mostly to get *really* good at their hobbies.
- Vampire who can't thrall your mind, but can thrall your *body.*
- Vampire who has seasonal affective disorder.
- Vampire who keeps a little grave for those they don't remember killing, that they know they'll forgot too.
- Vampire who is still growing in their new fangs.
- Vampire who regrets moving into an all-glass penthouse.
- Vampire who has kept the silver-backed mirrors for the *aesthetic.*
- Vampire who has terrible, prophetic dreams of a hunt.
- Vampire whose favourite late-night coffee stop is being run by a damn werewolf now.
- Vampire who hasn't seen another of their kind in centuries, which includes their roommate.
- Vampire who doesn't need their fangs to bite you.
- Vampire who was trapped in a silver collar for centuries and wears a silk scarf to hide the scar.
- Vampire who was raised by werewolves, and has all their mannerisms.
- Vampire whose heart still beats, lungs still breathe, and arse still shits — but is dead anyway.
- Vampire who is offered a yearly tribute, takes care of them as a pet, and when the year ends—
- Vampire who gives you the needy kitten eyes when they want to feed.
- Vampire who is having to walk around werewolf territory in daylight.
- Vampire whose hair turned white and they keep dyeing it brunette to avoid questions about 'how they dyed it.'
- Vampire who hasn't turned their ghoul partner because they're afraid of them being alone forever if they break up.
- Vampire who isn't allowed to speak at the werewolf pack-moot unless they're in an absurd amount of silver chains.
- Vampire who is arguing on Reddit about how every vampire show gets it wrong.
- Vampire who really wants to know when it's your period.
- Vampire whose sire never taught them how to bite, kept them dependent, and has now dumped them on the street.
- Vampire who runs the underworld — no, it's a licensed bar and music venue, what do you mean—
- Vampire whose heart didn't stop beating till just now.
- Vampire whose bites just really fucking hurt — did you expect some magic bullshit?
- Vampire who sucks your cock. What?
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-01 10:05 pmEntry tags:
Monster Person #401
Monster who drifted off. Can you tell them where they are?
amiserablepileofwords2024-10-01 08:47 pmEntry tags:
Eternal Sapphtember #1
Girls who do not go gently into that good night
caffeinatedotter2024-09-30 08:58 am
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Orctober
- Tusks
- Ink
- Spice
- Coins
- Gods
- Elves
- Riding
- Ears
- Knives
- Fruit
- Barter
- Wizards
- Humans
- Resting
- Hands
- Jewellery
- Water
- Market
- Ghosts
- Dwarves
- Arriving
- Eyes
- Flags
- Bread
- Gift
- Monsters
- Goblins
- Leaving
- Skin
- Spoons
- Sweets
amiserablepileofwords2024-09-29 12:38 pmEntry tags:
Monster Person #399
Monster who can't die today, they were prophesied to die tomorrow!
amiserablepileofwords2024-09-28 09:19 pmEntry tags:
Making Up A Character Dynamic #7
Useless lesbian who seriously needs help with even talking to any girl she likes — like seriously seriously, she's intimately familiar with the taste of her own foot — let alone doing anything about her feelings for said girl, but luckily, she's somehow found herself a Girl Whisperer that gives her the best advice in the world
Woman who has no idea how the hell she apparently landed the job — and make no mistake, it's a full time job, this girl's problems have problems — of being a girl's confidante/source of advice, and she's incredibly out of her depth because This Is Not Within Her Skillset™, but she's not gonna let her down, so she's winging it for all she's worth