#prompt 25

[writersisland]

"It feels like I ruin everything I touch."

"If you ever wish to test that theory, you're more than welcome to do so with me."

[healerstail]

"Costa Del Sol will never stop being this beautiful place to get away from it all to me. I think it was the place I spent my first earned vacation while employed at GA and now I'm practically a regular!"

[amalthea-felsblood]

Relief when you finally get off duty

[a-drabble-a-day]

Prompt #25

Face to Face with a Monster

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He stood behind the figure clad in deathly white, silently listening to the words of bitter hatred that summoned the wailing, vengeful spirits of the battleground.

“Do you hate?”

“Answer me! DO YOU HATE?”

Yes, yes! We hate. Kill. Kill. Kill them all. Let them suffer. No peace. No rest.

Here was his god, transformed. His face covered by a grotesque mask. His white robes of mourning billowing in a violent storm of rage and revenge, surrounded by swirling black clouds of screeching, bloodthirsty souls. 

He knew what Xie Lian wanted to unleash on the people of Yong’An.

He knew what his god had become. 

But, in his heart, he knew.

His god, basking in glory, is still his god.

His god, fallen from grace, is still his god.

The monster Xie Lian had become was still Xie Lian.

And so, “Your Highness,” he called out.

And knelt one knee. 

What matters is not the state of you, but you.

My reason for living.

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[pippinoftheshire]

Styxtober- prompt 25: mlp

Demeter and Persephone x

(I might not be doing the prompts in order, so sorry about that, but my hand draws what it wants lol)

[fantasyofthealps]

Year Of The Dragon Elders

October - Gunnar

Out of all the Elders, he would definetly fit the most for the spooky vibes of the season. He got the mean look and the perfect costume. Happy Halloween!!

[midcinmancave]

Story Prompt:  "It consumes me."

Story Title:  Happiness

Summary: In which Louis is writing a letter. Complete Story Source on FB

Fictober24 Submission #05 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Louis Howard Warnings:  None  Rating/Genre:  General Audience, (Hurt/Comfort), Romance Writer:  Louis Howard

[chocoblep]

#25: Letting Go

Prompt: Perpetuity

Rhyle sat in a divot between two gigantic tree roots, leaning his shoulders back against one side of the little makeshift cavern as he watched the rain fall in gentle waves. He wasn’t too worried about getting wet; he’d had to climb to get here, and there wasn’t much more than a tickle of a breeze to blow the water around. His ears swiveled to face forward as he listened to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the leaves and branches and bushes. He hadn’t been particularly tired when he’d decided to take a bit of time to relax and listen to the rain, but as his eyelids drifted closed of their own accord, he thought that perhaps he’d underestimated the rain’s ability to soothe him, the gentle noises enough to lull him into a sort of calm that he’d never had back home.

It was there, in that strange space between dreams and reality, that he felt it.

The ancient beat of the heart of the forest, strong and enduring. It began as a faint compliment to his own heartbeat, slowly separating and becoming its own entity, growing louder and closer, until he felt as if by some small miracle he could reach out and trace his fingertips over its very essence. He wondered what it would feel like. Often, when he unfurled his power back home, it was akin to feeling the surface of the plant with which he communed–the knotted, gnarled bark of ancient trees, the velvety-soft petals of flowers and leaves. The prick of thorns, and the waxy smooth stems of other plants. Each one was unique, and each one sang to him its needs. It was why he had been allowed in his territory’s villages for reasons that had nothing to do with breeding. It had been so difficult, after all, to maintain food sources with the Sin Eaters at large, and more difficult still to grow their own in the everlasting Light that plagued them.

Thoughts of his old home left him as he felt something warm and rough and deeply grooved beneath his hand. It was almost startling, but he knew deep down that what he was feeling had reached for him as surely as he’d been trying to reach for it himself these past few days. He’d spent hours trying and trying, concentrating harder and harder as he’d done in the Greatwood. He hadn’t considered that to connect with the land here, he might have to let go.

What do you need? It was a question he typically forced into the space between himself and his plant companion. Now, he simply thought it, let it glide into the open space around him. The surface beneath his hand warmed a bit more in response, an echo of its voice curling around his chest like a contented cat in a warm lap.

Welcome, it said simply, as if he’d walked in through the front door of a house he’d been invited into.

Thank you, he responded, radiating his gratitude. That we can speak means more to me than you know.

We know, it echoed, and Rhyle’s fingertips twitched against the surface. We have heard you since you arrived. We have known your desires since they were born.

Rhyle took a deep, shaking breath as new sensations came. The leaves of a fern brushing against his wrists. Blades of grass tickling the soles of his feet. An old, knotted tree root slithering along his back, cradling him. Flower petals caressing his cheeks, and ivy crawling up his legs. And all the while, that old, rough tree-heart pressed lovingly into the palm of his hand, warm with the promise of summers long gone and summers to come. Of old growth and new, life and death and rebirth in an endless, beautiful cycle. And when he thought to laugh or cry for feeling this power all around him, he heard it speak again.

Heard them speak, in a cacophony of voices, some distant and some close enough to whisper in his ear.

We hear you.

We know you.

We welcome you.

We trust you.

Please play with us.

Please help us.

Please stay with us.

Please sing with us.

Rhyle startled awake with a gasp, surprised to find tears rolling down his cheeks. They fell from his chin, plopping wetly onto his lap. He dutifully wiped them away. The rain had stopped, and the sounds of forest life had returned in force, loud to his ears as he reacclimated to his surroundings. But there was no other voice to greet him, no warmth beneath his hand.

It had only been a dream.

Moving to stand, he planted a hand on the tree bark and got his feet beneath him. Standing was not possible in this tree bole, and he bumped his head near the top of it as he rose into a tall crouch, grunting grumpily. As he steadied himself against the side of the opening, preparing to climb back down, he felt something wriggle between his fingers and turned his silvery eyes toward that hand.

There, sprouting delicately from where he’d gripped the tree’s trunk, was a tiny bit of new growth. He let go of the tree, running his fingertips beneath the tiny leaf at the end of the stalk that had broken through the bark with a smile. “Well, hello, little one. I did not mean to nearly crush you.”

Hello, friend of the forest, it replied in a tiny voice.

Rhyle jerked back so hard he fell from the tree, landing squarely on his back. All of the air left his lungs, and as he gasped to recover it, he stared at the tiny thing on the side of the tree.

Are you hurt?

You’ve fallen on me! You are heavy!

Rhyle scrambled to his feet, and then crouched down to address a small fern he’d squished that was chastising him.

“I am sorry,” he said, and reached for it, offering his own essence as recompense. The fern rose from its flattened state, leaves rapidly repairing themselves. When it was done, it was just as it had been before, and he felt something else–an offering of essence from the tree he’d fallen from. An equal exchange. A gesture of thanks for offering of himself to repair his damage.

“Perhaps another time, my friend,” he answered aloud, giving the tree a friendly pat on one of its exposed roots before starting off toward his burrow. As he moved, he felt lighter than he’d ever felt in his life, as if a great weight that had been pinning him to the ground had been taken from him. He could have floated away right then and it would not have surprised him in the least.

Bringing a hand to his linkpearl, he activated it. It rang a few times in his ear before he heard a sleepy voice.

“Mmm… morning, Rhyle. It’s early…”

“Little Flame,” Rhyle replied, his voice edged with excitement. “I have something to show you.”

“Can it wait until I’ve woken up?” she asked, and Rhyle laughed softly at that.

“Of course, Asana. I have all the time in the world.”