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It opens its fanged mouth and makes a noise somewhere between the wail of a grieving child and the sound the demon ghost lady made in Raiders of the Lost Ark when the Nazis opened the Ark of the Covenant.
I indulge in the thrill of victory for about a second and a half before the Moth King wraps his shadowy arms around me.
I hate porting, but I've never been this glad to be whisked into a cold tempest of darkness and nausea.

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The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner

Starter pack for Mammoth, containing:
Relics of his past (a stone figurine)
Distilled charisma
The occasional faint smell of sun-ripened wheat
Backup clothes and emergency hygiene kit (body wash, toothbrush, extra set of suit jackets)

Aerina turned the pedals backwards, then forwards, stopping the wheel with the brake. She smiled, took the bike off the repair rack and handed it back to the boy. “There we go, as smooth as the day of its first chaining.”
“Wow, seriously?”
The boy was now full of giddy, pushing his repaired bike out of the garage without looking back.
“Hey!” The burly mechanic raised his head from the hood of the car and pointed a wrench at the boy. “Stay good. The next time you have a problem with it, ask before trying to steal stuff.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the boy said, swinging himself on his bike.
“And say thanks.”
“Thank you, strange lady,” the boy shouted while racing away.
Aerina stepped closer to the mechanic while watching the boy leave.
“Even though he tried to steal from you, you helped him,” she said. “You're in honorificabilitudinitatibus.”
The mechanic paused for a moment, then said, “I don't know this word.” He turned to Aerina. “And I also don't know you. You're running from the cops, aren't you?”
“Is this another term for guards?”
“What, ‘cops’? I mean the police.”
“Ah, so many different words,” Aerina said. “Why, yes, I am running. How did you know?”
“The clothes you're wearing are given to police officers to train in, and perps who somehow lost their own clothes. Your bare feet make me think the latter.” He chuckled. “Pretty uncomfortable, aren't they?”

The worst prompt game ever, Every Friday (or so). Questions about pour writing or your art that you neither want nor have to answer.
Disclaimer: all questions are meant in the spirit of fun. Some of them can be interpreted as too mean or inappropriate, I request some leeway. If you think something is going too far anyway, it will be removed timely. Hosted by @symon-pude.bsky.social

Background image: A purple background with paper bats, plastic spiders, small orange pumpkins and skeletal hands.

#Char_Roleplay - October 9, 2026

(Moon in Cancer + Balance)
Side Characters - What is hte stupidest decision you have made lately? What happened?

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Worldbuilding #CharacterDevelopment #AmWriting

“So, what do you farm?”

Ruby turned to look at Blake with a confused look on her face. “Huh?”

“Raven called one of your mom’s spouses a ‘farmer’.” She shrugged and glanced back down the path toward the cabin they’d just left. “I figured that was your dad.”

“Ohh.” Ruby nodded and gestured around. “Oh, we kinda cultivate a lot of the forest around here. Berry bushes,” she gestured one direction, “fruit trees,” she gestured another. “Manage the local wildlife and game. Make sure there’s food plants for the deer and rabbits, stuff like that. But everyone does that a little bit here.”

“Huh. I thought Vale was more about crop farming.”

“That’s more on the mainland, where they have a lot more space and room to build walls and stuff.” Ruby shrugged. “If we built a farm here it would get torn up in weeks.”

“So kind of like Menagerie then.”

“Oh no, no, no, no.” Ruby turned and waved her hand back and forth. “Nope. You guys have full-on orchards, kelp farms, and stuff.”

“I mean that you’re making best use of a dangerous space.” Blake smiled at her. “So what does your father do then?”

“He teaches at Signal.” Ruby looked in that general direction. “Qrow used to but then he went back to wandering around Remnant and doing stuff for Ozpin.”

The cabin fell away out of sight behind them, cut off by the curve of the path through the forest, leaving them surrounded by the tall trees mixing brown leaves with scattered evergreens and pines. A faint breeze rustled through the trees with faint birdsong and what sounded like bells or chimes.

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A small biface blade on a cord, worn as a pendant. Made by his husband, Nikho, it carries the tumpa signiture of Tourr'di, Sayan's adoptive mother, within.

Sivatherium giganteum rendered as a stellar constellation representing the character named Tourr'di within Enclosure.

Zeta gasped, as she peered within. A stunningly beautiful pendant, and a sturdy yet unassuming gold necklace cord to pair with it. The pendant contained a large oval garnet of exquisite quality, and a gold phoenix cradled it from the side, it’s body and tail wrapped around below.

Zeta understood it’s meaning in an instant. But as she rested upon the hospital bed, she wondered if she could ever live up to it.

A patchwork witches hat of different colors and patterns

Dinner with Death
Scene 1
Music: Vivaldi Winter
Int: Restaurant - Night
Death in traditional garb with sickle sits next to Robert dressed in a baby bonnet and diaper is dipping sushi into a bucket of soy sauce:
Death
(Waves sickle)
Hello are you crazy?
You just got out of hospital from heart failure.
Why you eating all that salt.

Robert
(in whinny baby voice)
I wanna indulge was deprived all the time in the hospital. Life ain't fair
(Pounds fists on table)

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An ebook cover showing a silver snowflake with glinners of pink and lilac light. The background is dark blue with soft snowy accents. The title reads "Broken Snowflakes", and the author name "Isabel Caves"

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The florist offered Sparkles a large blooming red flower.
Sparkles shook her head after recovering from obvious surprise.
Kori felt her feet moving without her control as the florist smiled broader and leaned closer.
“Come on, princess.” She put her arm around the fairy’s shoulders, smirking as the florist’s smile fell. Sparkles sighed and settled into her side. She smiled and nodded up at Kori.
“I follow you, moonbeam.” Despite sounding shaky with nerves, the fairy’s words were purposeful; Kori felt her tense as her wide green eyes watched for her reaction and, obligingly, heat rose up her neck right to her earlobes. She tightened her hold, nodded once to the flustered florist, and steered the fairy away to a quiet alcove.
“You alright?” Kori pressed her forehead to the blonde’s, thumbs rubbing circles against her cloaked shoulders. The blonde nodded, smiling and even bouncing a little. The witch didn’t bother suppressing a chuckle. “Silly sweeting.”
“Pretty moonbeam,” the fairy retorted. Kori’s face burned and she forced a scoff. Sparkles giggled at her victory. Grabbing the blonde’s freckled hands, the witch shoved what she’d bought from the weaponry stall to her.
“Here. Dragonhide. Use that when you cook,” Kori ordered, almost following up with another scolding for how long the fairy used the iron pan without saying anything until she noticed how those green eyes started to water. Arms were tossed around her shoulders and the fairy hid her sniffles in the crook of her pale neck.
“Oh, Nyx, thank you!” It took another moment and Sparkles squeezing her tighter for Kori to move again. Her arms tentatively slid around the fairy’s waist, hugging her closer, and she pressed a kiss to her soft wavy blonde hair. A happy whisper floated through the tender moment. “I’m glad I’m doing good.”