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In this world, people are supposed to see the reaper an hour before they die. You, however have seen the reaper for the past year. He never tries to take your soul, just stands or sits about five feet away, wherever you go, giving you a look like you’re the weirdest morherf*cker on this planet.
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You return home after a long day to discover a stranger in your house. Before you start screaming they cut you off and say:“Please dont freak out and let me explain! I know you never met your parents but they were brilliant scientists. They discovered travelling through alternate universes. In another universe where your parents never gave birth to you, they gave birth to me. I guess this makes us… siblings? Anyway thats not the point! You are the only one who can help me save the multiverse!”
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the words are on the tip
on the edge
teetering between
my life and a fantasy
as i drift into clouds
hands stretched out
waiting for someone
to reach for them
to take mine into theirs
to hold them
and hold me
to love
and to be loved
these hands wait
for yours
and one day
our fingers will meet
and our hearts
can be together
at last
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after a while
you see the light die
from artist to writers
poets and singers
they burn out
one by one
while the world around them
swallows them in darkness
and the lights of something red
in the distance
fills the creators with
anger
and hunger
but helpless nonetheless against their pain
as it is a heart
glowing crimson
static forever
because no one
wanted to hit that share button
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There's a sweetness in the air
Like honeydew
It's carries in by the winter breeze
Tainted by summer's life
From afar I watch
A royal in the shadows
Yearning and whispering
As I see her from across.
Her hair glitters in the light
Her dress glimmering white
Pearls cross her neck and diamonds fall from her wrists
Painted in gold, she laughs as a bird flutters past her
Ribbons from the trees twirl as she dances
You can see the line dividing you and her
For too long you stayed on one side
This time
This day
You cross
And surprise her as you land in her arms
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His eyes are like the night sky
His hands softer than silk
The laugh on his lips summons butterflies from another world
He's pretty in silver
Perfect in gold
His shoulders hold cloaks of purple and rose
Join me
His words are honey
Like morning dew stuck to grass
Clouds in the sky
You're so lonely, join me
His hands cup your cheeks and you feel warmth
Warmth beyond any fire or sun could ever give you
It brews in your cheeks
And spreads to your ears
Down your neck
You feel it in your heart
He leans in
And you know
Right there
The world you have here wasn't for you
Because you belong in his
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Their eyes flew open, and all around Alek there was nothing but dirt. They were lightheaded, and gasping for air, and the dirt is wiped from his eyes.
And he sees Samuel. He's on his knees, his eyes puffy and cloudy. There is tears streaming down his face. His dress shirt has got dirt stained along it, his slacks caked and caked with mud. It's raining, which is strange because Alek can't feel the rain.
Then, slowly, they realise what this memory is Samuel's gasp was soft and hopeful.
"J... Jaden I... I did it oh my god you're here you're alive!" Samuel reaches out and cups Jaden's face, tears streaming faster and faster. But Alek can't feel those hands touch
"... who's Jaden?"
The voice that comes from the memory Alek is experiencing is dark, deep, and cold. A voice that they've never, ever heard from Styx. Ever. It's coated in hate, and pain, and a hunger thats so unknown.... Like the man crawled out of hell itself.
Samuel's face slowly fell. "W...what?"
"I said," this cold voice cut like ice, "who's Jaden?"
"J... Jaden is you... I-" Samuel's voice grew broken and helpless and his hands pull away from Styx.
There's a cold laugh "I'm not Jaden. I'm Styx."
The memory cuts out as Alek watches ice grow from raindrop to raindrop, touch Samuel, and he opened his mouth to scream
#original story#this was for a memory channel in a rp for a character who gained this memory from mine#jaden jeremey grave#alek jumanji#angst
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Fairies are monsters and require human bones to give a plentiful harvest, for years people have been sacrificed for their bones to be given to the fairies so the fairies give a good harvest. The fairies grew sick of only getting bones twice a year for each harvest. You’re a fairy that wants humans to keep their bones and their food. Tell the story of how you became the tooth fairy.
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The Blooming Flower
Do I remember my childhood? The hopes and dreams I had when I was innocent and small? The laughter on the school playground? The birthdays, the bedtime stories, the family vacations?
Youth is a delicate thing, a fragile bud of a flower waiting to bloom at dawn. Childhood is precious.
So why can’t I remember it.
Maybe in a different world, I would remember. That’s something I wished for sometimes. To remember. To know the face looking back at me at the family reunion. To remember my friends from when I was 6. To remember what my childhood home looked like. To remember learning things in school, to remember all the happy days.
It wasn’t until I was older did I truly realize why I can’t remember.
Youth is a fragile bud of a flower waiting to bloom at dawn, and trauma is the hand trying to rip Youth out of the ground by the roots. So I grew thorns, sharper than glass and harder than steel, to protect myself.
My thorns hold my memories. They’re locked inside the thick cellulose walls that protect my stem. They hide my trauma from me. But the damage still lingers.
Maybe it’s good that I don’t remember. I’m not immune to my thorns; they protect me but only when I don’t test their abilities.
At dawn, I will bloom. My petals are perfect, glittering in the sunlight. But don’t forget my thorns.
Because I’ve already forgotten.
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The Grim Reaper came to do his job and his job only. He definitely wasn’t expecting to become best friends with a mortal along the way.
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For hundreds of years, your world has been under alien occupation. Your new job under your overlords is to scavenge ancient wreckages of your ancestors. One day you discover an ancient machine which upon activation shows a message. “Contact reestablished, Support will arrive soon.”
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“You’re here because you... you can’t breathe?”
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The agent sitting only a mere 5 feet away from me, though I can’t see behind his glasses, seemed frazzled.
“Yes sir, I’ve forgotten how to breathe.”
There’s a long unbroken silence.
“This is obviously some prank, isn’t it.”
“Oh, no sir. You can test it if you like. I can sit in the bottom of a pool, run a mile, and eat. I just can’t breathe.”
“How are you still talking?”
I don’t hesitate. “I dunno man, magic?”
He didn’t believe me.
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By no means am I a liar. That conversation was only a month ago, and the only thing that’s happened is test after test after test.
I forgot how to breathe 2 years ago. I remember falling in a river, and the feeling of panic, before I realised that I was underwater for a long time. And I haven’t felt the need to take a breath. In fact, breathing had completely left me.
They test it. I spent half a day in a pool, I ran 3 miles until my knees hurt. They hooked me up to machines and gadgets.
Until they finally believed me.
Today, I was handed a packet. It was marked in bold red ink Classified. When I open it, I see ‘Space Program; Colonize Mars’
“Welcome to Missions 609-M. We’re happy to have your skills on board.”
You’ve totally forgotten how to breathe. However, it doesn’t seem to be affecting you. Not negatively, anyway.
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Me, opening my old fics from my early ff.net days that I know I don't like now and reading them and discover that they really are trash
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It’s always cold on Olympus.
Summertime isn’t anything He ever feels. He only knows Winter.
The throne room is empty. Even when you sit in it, you can’t feel that someone is there.
They argue a lot. He wonders if He can talk about his wife. They shut him down.
He’s not there often. He used to stop at a coffee shop. It closed down 30 years ago.
A new demigod is found. It spices up the conversation. He’s interested. They argue. He is no longer interested.
Sometimes He wonders if He just didn’t show up, if they’d notice. He wants to try it out. He decides not to.
They’re fighting again. They lost something. They blame each other. No one notices He lost something too. He doesn’t say a word.
Summer comes. The child asks Him for the missing item. He is honest. The child wants to help. That’s cute. He’d die anyways.
But he doesn’t. The child does help.
He wonders if the child has a chance. He instead focuses on a new project.
He is proud of His children. They haven’t done much, yet, but He knows they can be great.
The child finds them. He is okay with this. They need to meet anyways.
The oldest becomes a Huntress. He wonders if that’s her fate. Maybe He could ask about her during Winter.
The youngest stays at camp. That’s okay. As long as he gets friends, He is okay with this.
He prepares for the meeting. He’ll take up a voice, for once.
Winter comes. They all gather.
He finds out she died.
He shows no emotion.
But it’s always cold on Olympus.
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Pls pls pls pls write something with percy as a dm !! Like it would be soo cool and I totally agree that he would make the best dm
Hey this is more concept and all, but I tried my bestest!
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List of my dnd npcs
Sal Tercers: A young paladin water genasi, a descendant of a Silver Dragon. He's lawful good, very kind and sweet. He's got dragon hoarding tendancys, and his current hoard was inherited for his 7th great grand mother. He's got pale blue skin, but vitiligo that's silver in nature, as well as tiny dragon scales around his wrist. He's learning sorcerery, and his favourite colour is purple
Sorra Liliac: A young fighter girl that's also a water genasi. She's lawful good, but often seen as rude to the players. She's a brute, and works directly with the king of her town. She's very close with Sal, that she knows the exact location of his hoard. She's got long, dark blue hair she keeps tied up, as well as light blueish purple skin. Secretly, she wants to be a bard but also she can not turn away from serving her king.
Peter Tercers: Little is known about his past, besides what Puck has figured out. However my players follow my blog so it'd spoil the fun if I told it now. This water genasi is 18 years old physically, but was trapped in the astral plane for a hundred years, making him 118. He's a rogue, and a Haunted One, who's chaotic neutral but just wants himself some peace. His hair is bright Purple, which blends in very well with the Waters of Trivyn. His skin, also, is pale blue with silver patches of vitiligo, and silver dragon scales on his wrist. He saves our players from potential and sudden death in the astral plane, before later "dying" in the House of Haunting, a building containing homebrew monsters in the Plane of Thought. However, it is revealed that he did Not die, but rather "reborn" by Thoth. He received a gift, a blue velvet robe, and also accidentally kissed puck (not that he's complaining). The little pieces of childhood he's shared was that he wasn't a good kid, that he had an elf aunt, and that he had 1 brother 2 sisters.
The Robed Figure: Little is known about the robed figure. He is linked to the presence of the Orbs used to guide and teleport our players to and through the planes of reality. He is extremely powerful, though to what extent we do not know. Puck is the only one who's been able to see him since he first met them, since Puck has truesight. His robe is made with blue velvet material, and he's non corporal.
Kalamari: a darkmantle who was dragged into this mess by a really good Deception check, mostly useless except for being cute and adorable. I have nothing for this rock squid, except for the fact it died once but not really. Still lovable.
Pine Daeran: the first monster of the campaign, who was seduced and then adopted by Ena Daeran. He tags along with the players as they went on adventures pre-campaign, and later received a huge amount of hitpoint to his max by the Robed Figure (literally gained 54 hit points to his 2 max.) Pine later on gains Warlock-like powers from an unknown source, and gets himself into a lot of trouble. He cast True Seeing on Puck, which accidentally became Permanent. He's also cast Foresight on Puck and Fen, but it was a very strong spell. Puck gt a vision of Peter dying, whereas Fen got a vision of a rose path lined with a white picket fence and a strong urge to win. Puck is also the last one to make it through the House of Haunting, and also the Only One, in which he was killed by the god Is'is and reborn in the blue circle. He is literally 15 months old.
Illana: Outside of Ena's flashback, little is known about Illana. She met Ena when she was 19 and Ena was 100, so they were roughly within the same maturity level. They were roommates at Cleric school, and she was very happy, sweet, excitable, and pretty. Ena had a crush on her, however 8 years after meeting Illana it was discovered that her home was Burned and she dies there. They buried an empty casket. Illana has pale green hair, green eyes, pale blue skin that was dotted with silver vitiligo. She also had silver dragon scales on her wrist. Through math, Illana was 26 to 27 when she died. Ena has not shared any information to her companions about Illana
Other notable NPCs:
Hunger, aka Harold the Tiefling, friend of Sorra
Man Bowl/Katy Perry Man
Nephthys
Anunbis
Is'is
Hathor
Thoth
Gnome Priest from Sal's temple
Thotham
Ripped Dwarven Woman
Ane
Giant Lizard
Storyteller
Voids father
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