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Started December 20, 2019 by @saor_illust school

tune

"I am here," she whispered quietly into the cold fog of the night. "Where are you?"

It was pointless, really, the whole thing. She knew he couldn't come back. It was impossible. But still, she waited.

(Went for a vvvvv smol thing but actually i realised you said hapi so lemme grab smth else)

Ember. She seemed to be the happiest girl in the apartment. So why was it that it seemed she was struggling to stay afloat? She had everything a girl could want- a good partner, nice friends, and a comfortable place to live.

But, of course, there was more going on than met the eyes of the other strangers. Though she was still chasing love (she wasn't sure if her partner was the right one for her or not) and questioning her sexuality once more, she was indeed, a happy girl. Although, all of this was just the tip of the iceberg.

(idk was kinda going for a discover who you really are kinda thing?? i don't really write soft/happy vibes either lmao)

time 2 attempt to do both!!!!!!!!!!!!!! for funsies !!

The soles of her feet dug into the dampened grass, chilling her to the bone. She could feel another presence, but the dark void deep inside of her reminded her that she was, in fact, still alone. Nevertheless, she spoke.
"I am here…" The warm breath of her voice sent a wave of visible air out of her mouth, yet another reminder that she was cold.
The presence only grew stronger, but it wouldn't dare reveal itself. Instead, it crept around her just out of sight, gradually increasing her anxiety more and more. She turned every which way, trying to catch it just in case it was a little slower, but she couldn't.
"Where are you?!" She cried, tears dripping down more than just her face. The presence slithered up her arm, creeping straight to her heart and striking her.
But it couldn't kill her. No matter how many times it tried, no matter how violently it would persist, it still couldn't kill her. She wouldn't let it.
A piercing scream resonated in the fog as the presence began to fade. Though it was malicious, the presence was the only warm thing to comfort her that night. She knew she couldn't ever catch it, but she reached toward it anyway.
It was pointless, really, the whole thing. She knew that. It wouldn't return until the next night, and she had to remain alone again. She knew he couldn't come back. It was impossible. But still, she waited. Because one night, maybe he will.

Ember. It held a dull brightness, one where you knew it only lasted as long as you watched it. She seemed to be the happiest girl in the apartment. So why was she so heavily struggling to stay afloat? It's not like she had it tough, I mean, she had everything a girl could want- a good partner, nice friends, and a comfortable place to live. What could she possibly have to worry about?
Ash. It fell so slowly, and rose so quickly, as if it represented something to delight in.
But, of course, there was more going on than met the eyes of the other strangers. Though she was still chasing love on a deeper level, and questioning her sexuality once more, she was indeed, a happy girl. Although, all of this was just the tip of the iceberg.
Coal. Despite having such a chilly presence, ignited, it could only provide a damaging heat. Why are you supposed to hold them?
She was happy, yes, but only because she felt pressured to convince herself that she was where she wanted to be. Her daydreams and fantasies of an ideal life used to be where she is now; surrounded by friends, working a nice job, pursuing her interests, and happily dating her crush.
Now that she's achieved her high school dream, what's next? The impossible, of course.
Sparks. They floated away as if fleeing a crime scene, because maybe they are guilty, but they look far too peaceful.
She chased freedom. She'd drive around the city and pretend like her home life no longer existed. She'd cease to exist for just a few hours each night, when everyone's asleep, and during that time, she had no responsibilities. She chased that high every evening.
Fire.
It burned her past away, turning each memory into darkened smoke. Sometimes long, sickly and smooth smoke, other times puffy, crunchy and thicker smoke. Either way, she'd accomplished that which she daydreamed about so often.
She's exactly where she wants to be; she's escaped the box that trapped her in her repetitive life. She's free, she's independent, and she's far away.
And now she wants to return.

HOLY COW THATS AMAZING HOW TF-

Haha thank you! That was quite fun and quite the comfort excerpts for me lmfao I think I'm getting back into the frame of writing uwu

nice nice!

I'm not sure if your still doing these, but.

I would like to request a Dark/morbid fantasy prompt, two characters discussing the horrors they've seen and battled through to get to where they are while something inhuman screams outside in the darkness.

hmmm
am lacking inspiration atm
we'll see if i don't forget about this and i'll sit down to write a smol smth later
(i also have three art wips to finish, one of which i've assigned the deadline of for by the end of the day)

Oof, take your time then.

uhh
tw for mentions of rpe and suiide (also language warning)

it's,, ,not my best work i know
i hope it works tho??
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"No, Mira, you don't understand. I've been through hell and back, and I'm still here. Don't you dare give up on me now, for I've wanted to give up so many times you wouldn't even know. But guess what? I am still here," Calliope growled, her eyes narrowed. And yet, I still find myself being a hypocrite as I'm already planning my own death, huh? Seems I can't go a day without contradicting myself, I guess, she muttered to herself silently.

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Mira sighed, and tilted her head so she was gazing slightly at Calliope. "Cal- listen. I watched my own family die. I watched the only lover I ever had die, and I was forced to kill them and watch their pained expressions as the life faded out of them. And then, I was left to the streets at five fucking years old, Cal! Do you understand the scarring experiences of the streets? I was screamed at, yelled at, harrassed, even hit upon, and even worse, I was starving and severely dehydrated. You do not understand what I've been through, so don't fucking tell me what shit I haven't been through, you got that?"

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Though she hated to bicker, Calliope couldn't help but snap back. "God Mira, you've been through so much shit I know, but so have I. I was sold eleven times in four months to various men, who all tried to engage in sexual affairs with me, and it scarred me for life. And now I'm here, so I don't fucking care how hard you had it at ten years old, you're here too, and you are not giving up now."

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The two ignored the screams of the tortured, the dead, and the dying outside, while the monster that ravaged their lands nowadays brutally murdered them. But they were still alive, because there was a reason it only had one eye and a limp in its left leg. And inside was safe, so inside they stayed.

nice, thanks. I think I can work off of this.

okayyy
npnp

I'm not sure if you're still doing these, but if you are I'd like to request a slice of life/modern fantasy (?) prompt for a book, the setting is a coffee shop and there are 4 characters, one of them is a customer and the other 3 are employees (2 of the employees are female and 1 is male, and the customer is also a female). But the barista is a humanoid dragon and she's only had her job for a week, and some people are not really used to seeing a dragon working in a coffee shop…
If you need any more info I'd be happy to assist!

thank you for the details ! it's 10am, ijust woke up and i'm tired af-
i'm putting this on my list to do later today (hopefully) and i'll sit down at some point to write something !

no problem! take your time!

Placeholder names:
- humanoid dragon barista: Ally
- female employee #1: maria
- female employee #2: jolee
- male employee: mark

~

She'd already been called out, only about maybe twenty times, Ally thought to herself, because of her body this morning. It appeared that humanoid dragons weren't common around here, though they were fairly common where she came from. Oh, how she longed to go back to home… but there was no going back now. When she departed her home planet on that ship, she knew that there was no going back.

But when she had walked into that shop for the first time, she could feel all eyes on her. "…come on now, let's welcome the new employee…" a young man, appearing to be the manager (or somewhat of an authority figure here) of the shop said slowly, his voice hesitant. "Maria, Jolee, this is… Ally. She'll be working with you now."

Ally sighed, as she walked into the coffee shop for the eighth time. She'd only been working here for about a week now, and still, the customers stared at her. "Who- what are you?" they'd ask. It was always the first thing they asked. As a young female, probably just come out of school for the day entered the shop and sat down, Ally walked over to her, hoping to take her order. "Hi, I'm Ally, can I get you anything?"

The girl pulled back in digust. "What the fuck are you, some sort of cosplayer?"

It took her about five seconds to gather her words, and then called out, "Can I get an actual employee to help me out here?"

Ally looked away, ashamed of herself once more. Why couldn't she just be normal for once? All she wanted to do was to be back home, where she was normal. Over here, she was the one who stood out, unable to fit in. She would never be able to fit in here, not with how she looked. "…I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, moving aside to let Jolee come in.

"…I get you anything?" Ally heard as she ran to the back of the shop once again.

"I'm sorry, Mark, I'm just not fit for the job… Perhaps I should just stay back here and make the coffee instead… they don't seem to like me much," she apologised, though she knew it wasn't her fault. It sure seemed she was at fault though.

[to be continued]

~

okay so i'm assuming this would work???

could i request a prompt with my two characters kacey langford and yannika harding? they're both seniors in high school and are on the tennis team. yannika is the captain and she and kacey have an intense rivalry because they're extremely competitive. the setting is a modern high school comedy-drama setting; they're both 17 but yannika is older than her. kacey's friend nabila chan thinks their rivalry is immature and her other friend karuko masae (correctly) thinks they have romatic tension as well. by any chance could you write a scene between kacey and yannika where they're exchanging their usual barbs and catty comments but kacey has the 'italicised oh' moment and realises that yannika is actually quite pretty? i'm happy to provide more information if needed?

Placeholder names:
- humanoid dragon barista: Ally
- female employee #1: maria
- female employee #2: jolee
- male employee: mark

~

She'd already been called out, only about maybe twenty times, Ally thought to herself, because of her body this morning. It appeared that humanoid dragons weren't common around here, though they were fairly common where she came from. Oh, how she longed to go back to home… but there was no going back now. When she departed her home planet on that ship, she knew that there was no going back.

But when she had walked into that shop for the first time, she could feel all eyes on her. "…come on now, let's welcome the new employee…" a young man, appearing to be the manager (or somewhat of an authority figure here) of the shop said slowly, his voice hesitant. "Maria, Jolee, this is… Ally. She'll be working with you now."

Ally sighed, as she walked into the coffee shop for the eighth time. She'd only been working here for about a week now, and still, the customers stared at her. "Who- what are you?" they'd ask. It was always the first thing they asked. As a young female, probably just come out of school for the day entered the shop and sat down, Ally walked over to her, hoping to take her order. "Hi, I'm Ally, can I get you anything?"

The girl pulled back in digust. "What the fuck are you, some sort of cosplayer?"

It took her about five seconds to gather her words, and then called out, "Can I get an actual employee to help me out here?"

Ally looked away, ashamed of herself once more. Why couldn't she just be normal for once? All she wanted to do was to be back home, where she was normal. Over here, she was the one who stood out, unable to fit in. She would never be able to fit in here, not with how she looked. "…I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, moving aside to let Jolee come in.

"…I get you anything?" Ally heard as she ran to the back of the shop once again.

"I'm sorry, Mark, I'm just not fit for the job… Perhaps I should just stay back here and make the coffee instead… they don't seem to like me much," she apologised, though she knew it wasn't her fault. It sure seemed she was at fault though.

[to be continued]

~

okay so i'm assuming this would work???

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH

could i request a prompt with my two characters kacey langford and yannika harding? they're both seniors in high school and are on the tennis team. yannika is the captain and she and kacey have an intense rivalry because they're extremely competitive. the setting is a modern high school comedy-drama setting; they're both 17 but yannika is older than her. kacey's friend nabila chan thinks their rivalry is immature and her other friend karuko masae (correctly) thinks they have romatic tension as well. by any chance could you write a scene between kacey and yannika where they're exchanging their usual barbs and catty comments but kacey has the 'italicised oh' moment and realises that yannika is actually quite pretty? i'm happy to provide more information if needed?

(thank you marmar !)
and ofc ! thanks for all the details, i'll look into writing stuff later~

thanks so much!! i appreciate you doing this

o shit i forgot about this i'm so sorry-

can i put this off for awhile? i have an art project i'm really excited about working on and lately have been prioritising that over literally everything else- (gosh i don't think i've gone on nb today before)

oh absolutely!! take as much time as you need :))

could i request a prompt with my two characters kacey langford and yannika harding? they're both seniors in high school and are on the tennis team. yannika is the captain and she and kacey have an intense rivalry because they're extremely competitive. the setting is a modern high school comedy-drama setting; they're both 17 but yannika is older than her. kacey's friend nabila chan thinks their rivalry is immature and her other friend karuko masae (correctly) thinks they have romatic tension as well. by any chance could you write a scene between kacey and yannika where they're exchanging their usual barbs and catty comments but kacey has the 'italicised oh' moment and realises that yannika is actually quite pretty? i'm happy to provide more information if needed?

"Hotshot," Kacey threw back at Yannika, the two at their usual bickering. "Bet you can't serve as well as I can."

Yannika just leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "Doubt it, you can barely serve, though I'm not even sure if you could call it a serve, the way you do it. Besides, there's a reason I'm captain and you're not."

Kacey frowned, not sure what to say. Though memories of Nabila and Karuko's words that they'd exchanged the other day creeped into her mind.

"Could those two stop bickering for once in your lives? Actually, why do I even bother. It's so immature though, just get along," Nabila muttered, looking away.

Karuko laughed, smirking. "I smell the romantic tension between the two. Of course they can't, they'll just have to realise the feelings between the two of them first before they do."

'Romantic tension?' Kacey wondered. What kind of romantic tension was this? Clearly Karuko was wrong, there wasn't anything romantic in the slightest with their bickering. Anyways, she definitely didn't have romantic feelings toward Yannika either. She doubted Yannika had any towards her as well.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" Yannika taunted, a genuine smile on her face.

Oh fuck she's actually kinda pretty…. can't have any gay vibes here now, though.
Kacey looked away as a light blush creeped across her face, hoping that her hair was enough to hide it. "I- no, I just don't have anything left to say…" she tried to protest, though she wasn't sure if Yannika would be convinced.

thank you so so so much!! this is amazing and captures the characters perfectly

ahhh no thank you !!
it was fun to write c:
yeah i'm supersuper late to this but shhhh

Hi! I don't know if you're still active on here, but may I request a prompt please? I was thinking something under the genres of Post-Apocalyptic, or Dystopian, or maybe something set in a fantasy world with pirates? I know those are insanely different, so please, take your pick! Take your time, and thank you so much! ~ Nico

Henlo… If this is still active, i'd like to put in a request as well please

I was thinking of something set in a fantasy world, with 3-4 (young) main characters that attain a very special sword which they realize houses a sort of spirit within (it's the sword's spirit so to speak, so hes not too interactive at first, he's also mute). By attaining this sword they are led down a path on which they realize the world they live in wasnt always like this and that the person responsible for this was someone whom no one ever suspected. (There's also a supposedly extinct magical species that has strong ties to the sword spirit if you want to include them as well, since one of the MCs is one of them without knowing)

I guess i do have a prompt sorta, but what i would like is a fresh new take on it since i've run it into a total dead end several years ago and cant seem to be able to salvage it
No hurries, please take your time and thank you!

Hi! I don't know if you're still active on here, but may I request a prompt please? I was thinking something under the genres of Post-Apocalyptic, or Dystopian, or maybe something set in a fantasy world with pirates? I know those are insanely different, so please, take your pick! Take your time, and thank you so much! ~ Nico

the dictatorship had finally come to an end. the monarch no longer ruled. if only… it could have ended in a better way.
he/she/they laughed sarcastically to themselves. how ironic. the monarch's dictatorship reign was no longer, and yet they still longed for something better. this should be better, and yet it wasn't.

they stared at the broken wasteland that used to be called [city name]. they used to live there, go to school there. and now it was… uninhabitable. turning, they knew they had to keep going. after all, no one survives long in a nuclear wasteland.

Henlo… If this is still active, i'd like to put in a request as well please

I was thinking of something set in a fantasy world, with 3-4 (young) main characters that attain a very special sword which they realize houses a sort of spirit within (it's the sword's spirit so to speak, so hes not too interactive at first, he's also mute). By attaining this sword they are led down a path on which they realize the world they live in wasnt always like this and that the person responsible for this was someone whom no one ever suspected. (There's also a supposedly extinct magical species that has strong ties to the sword spirit if you want to include them as well, since one of the MCs is one of them without knowing)

I guess i do have a prompt sorta, but what i would like is a fresh new take on it since i've run it into a total dead end several years ago and cant seem to be able to salvage it
No hurries, please take your time and thank you!

a long time ago, magic was free. a long time ago, you could accidentally start a forest fire via magic and get away without being sentenced to execution. back then, no one lived in fear of having their secret magic witcheries* discovered. nowadays, you can find little pockets of magic, encased in little cases called visions, on the black market. they're rare and hard to find these days, but almost no one talks about what life used to be like.

when a trio of young students find themselves in possession of a mute, but sentient (????**) sword, they undertake a journey to rediscover the truth of what happened back then, and how things came to be. but their little investigation takes them far beyond what they originally sought, and when family secrets and lies are uncovered, their world is turned upside down.

*witcheries: it sounded nice when i wrote it lol. could be a small "school" for young practicians of magic where each secret witchery is just a house that takes in a few students to teach
**exclamation marks are more of disbelief than uncertainty

apologies i don't really feel the vibes with that one. i'm not sure if i can really just- conjure something for something as vague as that.

apologies i don't really feel the vibes with that one. i'm not sure if i can really just- conjure something for something as vague as that.

its okay! to be fair i really love what you came up with, sorry for the vagueness :"D (its one of the reasons why i was having trouble with it haha, the old idea is so outdated, that this is what i was left with)
Thank you so much!