Abandon All Hope..._Cat Lady_Potion of Common Speech (Works for 8 Hours)_Tyr's Day Party
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Abandon All Hope...
Flakes of white feathers falling to a rest on their family. That's how Julian saw it. The once green trees now sheathed by piles of snow, frost making traces of leaves into ghostly replacements, as if their essence is still there but allowing the cold to take its place. Julian felt his warm body relax under the sight in front of him. He needed this moment. To see it. To see the snowy landscape for one last time. The last time before He’d return in spring a new man all over again. He didn't need to check for his supplies like many times before, he was prepared, yet he entered his study and di...
Cat Lady
This story contains themes of sexual violence, violence, gore, death and animal cruelty.Cat LadyMary lay dreaming. Her eyes flickered, and behind them:… a vast army rising, splattered in blood and mud a man-boy’s unshod foot pressing the cheek of his slaughtered lover down into the earth as he scrambles to free his legs from spilled viscera, frantic to escape the looming, inhuman shadow…Her eyes snapped open and focussed on the picture of the bird in flight against the rising sun, hung on the far wall. Its outspread wing feathers echoed the dazzling rays. It served as an inspiration on the gre...
Potion of Common Speech (Works for 8 Hours)
*References to character death and slavery, implied multiple deaths, but no actual death in this short. Yes, my characters both have PTSD, and yes they are trying to act like they are fine, even in front of each other. This is part of a collection I'm making. Order is irrellevant to collection, but is relevant to prompts instead. Enjoy.Dr. Cowww.onedoor.ccllin Kin was a brilliant scientist. Never let it be denied. The young man was also a brilliant alchemist. Magic was something he could do easily. His own first language was the magical one of his home land. At the moment though, he was working on something...
Tyr's Day Party
Jack tapped on the glass of his window above the snowy streets. He was mandated to attend the Holy Day festivities at his place of employment: the Imperial Library - specifically the stacks, where he was a vermin exterminator.He stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was in his finest coat, double breasted, along with the sharp little pants with the blue stripes down them. He reached for his falsetail on a hook on the wall and attached it to his backside. It was stiff, but non-foxes rarely knew.He fluffed his headfur and made sure his ears were peaked and sharp. He had been practicing e...