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I only exist when percieved
Space Diver by Renée Chio
sneak peak of upcoming shop update
I NEED IT
Born too late to explore the world. Born too early to explore space. Born just in time to explore space cat✨
Part of my Space Cat series
pretty words - writing prompts
starlight - write a scene about your character's nightly routine
elixir - write a scene where your character creates a magical potion
aurora - write a scene where your character sees the sunrise
ethereal - write a scene where your character experiences something otherworldly
lyrical - write a scene where your character has to make a speech or perform poetry
lullaby - write a scene based on a dream you've had
snowfall - write a scene about a winter's day
vanilla - write a scene where your character bakes
retrouvailles - write a reunion scene
hitoritabi - write about a solo journey
raconteur - write a scene about a storyteller
sirimiri - write a scene in the rain
I love you fanfic writers I love you original fiction writers I love you nonfiction writers! I love you writers who share your work and writers who never share a single thing. I love you published writers! Traditionally published writers! Self-published writers! Writers who never plan to publish! Writers who write for fun and writers who write for work and writers who write sometimes only when they feel like it! Song writers! Poem writers! Screenplay writers! Writers! How amazing it is, to be able to turn our thoughts into written words.
Eloise prayed every night to be rescued by a dragon. Her parents, the king and queen, had secluded her to a part of the castle after finding out she "wasn't right in the head".
"You like dragons too much, Eloise" "You get overwhelmed to easily, Eloise" "Focus, Eloise" were comments she heard all the time from her parents and tutors.
But boredom was her biggest foe these days. After they had taken her books - claiming ladies shouldn't read that much, especially about a topic so boyish - She had resorted to counting the bricks on the east wall.
"6480, 6481, 6482... oh, this one's loose!" the princess exclaimed, pulling it out and scraping a knuckle in the process. she grinned. The maids would have a fit.
The brick was hollow, inside a note and a lockpicking set.
You dont deserve to live like this
Eloise quickly returned the note and tools to the brick and set it back in place. Tonight she would escape.
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Iris was settled in the living area of her fortress with a good book and her cats purring by the fireplace. This was bliss.
A knock resounded on her door. at six am, her bedtime, this better be good. She got up, accidentally rousing her cats. Opening the door she found herself staring face to face with a skinny girl, perhaps 13, in her nightgown.
The two guards flanking her both started talking at once.
"Leave me. Ill handle her." Iris commanded. she turned to the girl. "are you armed?" the girl shook her head no.
"I must ask," Iris probed as she invited the girl in, "How did you get past the dragon?"
"it was easy, really. like all animals dragons only attack when threatened. I simply explained my case and he let me through"
"And that case is...?"
"I seek refuge."
Should i do a part 2?
Absolutley!!!
No thanks
Up to you
You’re about to be sacrificed by a cult, but when the demon appears before you, it speaks with the voice of your high school friend and says “Hey man, haven’t seen you in forever!”
Warning: Mentions of violence
The shivering woman stares in shock at the monster before her. Huge claws and a long reptilian tail. Scales covering many parts of the body, like gloves over the hands and accenting the shoulders. Deadly fangs in the mouth and slit pupils in the eyes. Yet… that voice. Her best friend. Everyone saw him as a weirdo and a freak, just like they saw her. She recalled going to the creek in the park with him, catching one of the harmless water snakes to hold and look at as they discussed people mistaking something beneficial but scary for something evil.
Despite the familiar voice, she tensed as his clawed hand reached forward. The cultists roared in approval, “Our sacrifice has been accepted!” The lead cultist called out. The slit pupils of the demon now gently touching the face of the bound woman focused on the cultist. “The ritual to ask a favor of me specifically states to offer me someone worthy of punishment. You present this woman to me, why?”
The cultist looks proud, “She hit my own brother over the head with a branch! Stole valuable property of his and destroyed his business. He has brain damage from that hit, thus she is worthy of punishment.” The demon considers this a moment and focuses on the woman again. “I am going to look into your mind. See your history.”
Before he could do so, she spoke, “Is… it really you?” She watched him nod, “Is this… a recent change?” “Human disguise. I was looking into some situations at that school. Never expected someone to talk to me. Now I need to finish my job okay? I am confident there is more to this than they say… But I am obligated to see.” She feels woozy as strange energy entered her mind, as she relived the ‘crime’ she committed. The moment she was attacked and pinned down. Dragged along the ground. The moment she saw a branch and grabbed it. Hitting the man that was kidnapping her in the head. When he released her. Fleeing… finding other women tied up and freeing them. The beaten dog she freed that attacked the man as he found her releasing the women. When she hit him again and again over the head.
The memories fade as she stares at the horrified look on her high school friends face. He looks at the cultists, “She did cause your brother brain damage as you said. But there was far more to that story.” The reptilian tail shoots out and wraps around the lead cultist. The demon gently touched the bindings on the woman, causing them to disintegrate into ash. “Instead of punishment, I have an offer. I have reached a ranking where I can take in an apprentice to assist me in punishing the guilty. Your memory showed you have the ferocity serve with me as one who punishes. To take on those like the one who tried to hurt you… If you refuse, you walk free. If you accept, I swear on our friendship you will be treated as my equal, no different than when last we spoke. I will teach you new magic you never thought possible.” He holds out his hand to her. She hesitates a moment, then sets her hand in his clawed one. He helps her stand as she speaks, “Would… I look like you?” “You would be unique. You would have your human form as well as a terrifying demonic form that suits you personally.” “Then… I accept.”
The next day police found a bloodbath in the old warehouse… Although no sign of the woman who had been reported missing and was rumored to have been taken by the relative of the man she hospitalized.
this is just a lil poem i wrote, hope yall like it
It looks peaceful from afar, waves crashing and fog rolling over the sea
Nobody cares to look closer for the poor child trapped
Trapped in the inky, cold pull of the tides
Thrashing and trying not to drown, desperate
A rare gasp of thick air giving her hope but not enough
And it becomes too much
So she decides to drown
Underneath the waves is peace
The cold dark envelops her,
Giving her the hug she longs for
As she sinks farther
A speck appears
Dancing around her as she fades
She admires its beauty but is scared
For drowning is peaceful
A brush of a hand and another light
And a voice, familiar yet far
“We aren't ready”
A tear blends with the ink
As she realises peace is not an option
And she swims up
The storm has calmed some and she floats
A few stars have appeared as the fog begins to thin
But yet she fears the sea
Deepest apologies to the well-thought-out characters that I created but never wrote the stories for.
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Art by Varguy
Dark Sky Lotus🌟
Character Movements #1
1. Sighing: The character releases a deep breath, conveying frustration, relief, weariness, or resignation.
2. Shivering: The character's body trembles involuntarily, often indicating fear, coldness, or a strong emotional response.
3. Trembling hands: The character's hands shake noticeably, suggesting nervousness, anxiety, or fear.
4. Clenching fists: The character tightens their hands into fists, expressing anger, determination, or frustration.
5. Biting nails: The character nibbles or bites their nails, indicating nervousness, anxiety, or anticipation.
6. Tapping fingers: The character rhythmically taps their fingers on a surface, suggesting impatience, irritation, or deep thought.
7. Pacing: The character walks back and forth in a small area, indicating restlessness, anxiety, or contemplation.
8. Slumping shoulders: The character's shoulders droop or sag, conveying defeat, sadness, or exhaustion.
9. Tilting head: The character inclines their head to the side, expressing curiosity, attentiveness, or confusion.
10. Rubbing temples: The character massages their temples with their fingertips, suggesting stress, tiredness, or a headache.
Road by Cycle Circle
Petals of a Rose
An accurate depiction of DID
This is an incredible little video ❤️
It's about a woman trying to date while living with DID, and it really did feel accurate to me. Clever use of cuts really helps portray what it's like to switch in the middle of tasks and how... Loud things can get inside your head. It feels... More real and respectful and than anything else I've ever seen, and it approaches relationships in such a... Well, accurate way.
There are two versions-- a full version, which contains a scene with sexual content and a flashback that some may find triggering, and a redacted version with those scenes cut out. I've watched both and can confirm that you can watch the redacted version without missing anything (it was just so well done).
We visited a butterfly house the other day and I spent about an hour taking photos 🦋💖
oooo pretty
Hidden Injury Dialogue Prompts
Caretaker
“Why are you walking like that?” “Like what?” “Like you’re hurt.”
"Where do you think you're going?"
"You were just shaking like a leaf."
"Want to tell me why you look so pale?"
"You look ill."
"So when were you going to tell me you couldn't even stand up on your own?"
"I heard you whining in your sleep."
“I can tell you’re hiding something.”
“I thought we agreed you wouldn’t hide things from me”
“Whumpee, come here now. I will not tolerate any more of these games. You’re getting your injuries treated - don’t try to pretend like you don’t have any - and you’re going to cooperate quietly.”
Whumpee
“C-Caretaker! H-Hey what are you doing here? And so…close to the med-kit.”
“Please don’t be mad but…I think I’m gonna…” *faints*
“N-Nothing’s wrong with me!”
“Hm? Oh, just a little tired, that’s all.”
“I think I’m gonna turn in early. Do the debriefing without me.”
“Stop prying, I’m fine.”
“I’m…sorry.”
“You have so little faith in me! Of course I’m okay!”
“It’s nothing.”
Whumper
“You’d better not let anybody know about this or I’ll be cutting your pretty little face next.”
“You can’t hide anything from me. Lift up your shirt, I know you’re injured. And I know I didn’t give it to you.”
“What’s this? Is the little bird hurt? How terrible that someone else got to you before I did.”
“You’re about to regret hiding an injury from me.”
“You hid your injury so well I almost have to applaud you. But you’re still in trouble.”
“Caretaker can not know about this. And if they do it won’t be pretty for you, I can promise you that.”