#second prompt

[playful-dark-stars]

Prompt 7 with ler Dream and lee Nightmare ? And take your time of course ! You're great uwu

*unleashes the UNO reverse card* You are greater, Anonymous friend

Beware, this is a lot longer than anticipated

7 - I'm gonna tickle you until you cry

Lee Nightmare - Ler Dream

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It was a normal day with the Star Sanses at their place. Blue finished making tacos, Ink was doing his job in the Doodle Sphere and Dream was rummaging through the household. Wait, what? Ink came back through the portal, coming in by the living room. “I’m back guys!” He looked around and saw Dream tossing couch cushions everywhere. “Uh, Dream?” Ink asked. “Why are you ruining our couch?” “I can’t find them!” He said. Blue walked in. And saw Dream still searching. Blue asked “Dream, what in the multi-verse are you doing?” Dream stopped and looked their way. “My staff and my crown!!” They didn’t even realize his crown wasn’t on his head. Blue offered him and Ink to help. Dream accepted. Ink was simply confused. “Ink, aren’t you gonna help look??” Blue asked while searching. Ink simply said he thought he saw it in the forest that was close by them. Dream snapped his head around. He knew Ink could have been messing with him, but he needed his staff and crown. “Where in the forest?” Ink took a step back. “Around 10 minutes after you walk in, you might find it” Dream got up and left the base. What is his crown even doing in a forest?? “Ink, why is it in a forest? And are you toying with him?” Ink looked at Blue and shrugged. “Dream can figure that out. Hey, are those tacos?”Dream was in the forest. He was questioning so much is his head. ‘Why was his crown here? Was his staff here too? Why are they even here?’ He got snapped out of his thoughts after he heard a voice. Cross’ voice. 

He heard footsteps and hid behind a tree. “Yeah yeah, I’ll be sure to find his crown.” Cross wanted his crown? But why? Cross looked around and eventually found it. Dream was gonna sneak up on him and steal his crown back. But stepped on a twig. This is not his day. Cross saw Dream and made a break for it, but got tackled by the light skeleton in the end. “Cross, Give me my crown back!” IF you think he agreed....You’re right and wrong. He agreed and tried to escape again. Only to be tackled. Fun fact: Dream becomes hella fast when he wants or needs something. “Cross, don’t make me use IT on you!”  Cross froze. Maybe this mission wasn’t worth it after all. “Tell me... Wait, is this goop on my crown?” The lighter skeleton realized as he looked on the inside. Nightmare... He wiped the goop off and put on his crown and put it on.“Where is my brother?” “He’s at his castle/mansion...No one’s with him right now, I believe so at least...” Dream practically almost crushed his legs when running off. Cross sat up and remembered something. Nightmare’s gonna kill him after this...

Dream arrived at his brother’s place and burst through the door. “Horror, I swear if you broke another...Door...” Nightmare thought the others were back from their missions already, guess not. And seeing his brother’s crown on his head, he knew Cross didn’t finish his task. “WHERE IS IT?” “I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean” Another fun fact, Nightmare enjoys playing dumb to these things. If he steals something, he’ll act like he never touched anything. And Dream very well knew this. “I’m going to get my stuff back...One way or another!” The lighter skeleton sprinted up the stairs after the other. And so the chase began. After 10 minutes of this, Dream eventually caught his counterpart. “Aw, you caught me! But in all honesty, I don’t have your stuff idiot” You smell that lie too right? Yeah, thought so. However, Dream always had a way of making him talk. “Remember what I used on you when we were younger?” Nightmare paused. When they were kids?? What did he...Wait... “Oh no...Oh no no no! You wouldn’t dare!” Dream grew a mischievous grin. “Watch me”. He started his attack with the underarms. “This might be awhile, because I’m gonna tickle you until you cry!” Nightmare was already giggling. He probably knows how long this is gonna be. “Waihihihihtt! Nohohohot thihihihihihiss!” “But you’re so giggly, you must be enjoying this!” Nightmare would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this. But only a little bit. “Drehehheheheam! Plehehehease, I dohohon’t hahahAVAE IHIHIHIT!!” Dream moved his assault to his ribs. After a certain time of this, he became bored of the spot. He started scribbling and poking at his tentacles. “Nahahahhahaaohoho! Drehehehheeem, stohoHOHOHOHOP! PlehehHEHEHhehahaheseee!!” Again, to no avail did he stop. He started lazily tracing his fingers on his tentacles. “Nohohohoho! Sstohohohoop!” Dream found it nice to see his counterpart smiling.“Aww, your so cute Night!” “Ihihihihih’mm nohooahahahahat!!” Without warning, Dream dug his fingers into Night’s tentacles. “PffthahahahaHAHAHAHA! GAHAHAHhahhahaHAHAH!” The octopus stared to find a bright aqua blush creeping onto his face. “Your blush is so cute! Tickle tickle tickle!”(I’m dying, help-) Night kept squirming around like mad. I’m surprised Dream hasn’t had the need to dodge his limps. Why? Cuz octopus’ limps don’t flail THAT much. The golden prince moved onto his spine. “KyahahahhaahhHAHAHAHAH!!! *squeal* NaAHAHHAAHAHahah!” There it is! The squeals have broken free! Night’s eyes(Eye-sockets but whatever) ever so slowly started to tear up. To put him out of his misery, let’s move on with the grand finale! Dream sat on Night’s legs and started to take off his shoes. “*pant* Dream, please...! D-Don’t *pant* Don’t tickle thereee!” Oh Night, bold of you to assume he’d stop when he’s already gotten this far. “As I said before, only until you started crying. And I see NO TEARS” Dream started scribbling all over the goopy skeletons poor soles, fast and merciless. “DAHAHAHHAHAMNIHIHIHIHIHITT! NAHAHAHAHAHOHO! NAHAHAHHAT THEREEE!” Wow, Night really has a voice. After a bit of teasing, poking and scribbling, he looked over at his brother. Holy moly, he was crying, like, a lot. Dream got off his twin, and sat beside him. “Uhhh...You okay Nighty??” Dream, you know the answer. He got tickled to death, what more to expect? “*pant* W-What the heck *pant* do you think?!”

They both heard a clang and whipped their heads around. It was Cross! How’d- When’d he even get in??? And...Where the heck is he going with Dream’s staff?!? “Chara why... I swear you’re dead to me...” Man, Chara loves causing trouble for this red scarred skeleton. (How many of y’all thought he was telling the truth?). Dream faced his counterpart. “Wait, so you actually didn’t-” Nightmare sat up. “I was gonna say yes, I took your crown. Not the staff. Cross took that item...He actually suggested to grab the staff too.” Dream snap his head at Cross, who had started sweating nervously. “You have 5 seconds...” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh my word, this wasn’t made to be or take so long but I’m still proud. Soo, tell me what you guys think of this and hope this is enjoyable for you guys. Until next time, have a great day/night everyone!

[solarcaravan]

Personal History

Here is a chance to explain your Character’s personal history. This is how they have lived on this plane up until now, or important events that have caused them to be who they are. You can go into as much or as little detail as you want. You could also make something to represent the general theme(s) of their life. This information will be something for us creators to enjoy, and for your characters to discover. With Ven and Argo’s story you can assume your character knows some details of it, but most likely not the full story. Especially since Argo rarely speaks of it, and Ven tries to make it seem like a joke.

The Story of Ven (and Argo), a Summary: 

Ven’s Mother was a human girl who had fallen in love with a Storm spirit. She was deeply in love and the Storm Spirit was captivated with her. The Girl was only 16 at the time, and was living through less than ideal circumstances. It can be understood why she found escape through a Storm Spirit attractive. It didn’t help that the Spirit could take on any shape it wanted, and with a couple attempts, figured out what the Girl liked easily. While it was a passionate exploration of freedom. The two had different goals. The Girl was not ready to settle down. She was young and wanted to test her limits. While the Spirit was timeless, ready for everything all at once. The Spirit didn’t understand how birth and adventure could not happen at once. Nor did the spirit care enough to really understand what the mortal girl was going for. She was not ready for a child, and when kind priests offered to raise the child she accepted. 

This is not a story against the mother. Ven holds no grudges, and would’ve done something similar in his own mother’s position. However the priests were not as kind as they appeared. Knowing well Ven was born of magic. They were prepared to study him relentlessly.The first attempt, In a monastery outside of Ven’s home village, did not end well. Ven’s magic is wired completely to his instincts and emotions. It is all within his body, and as a child he had little control of it. When the Priests tried to use stern punishment - it did not end well. The monastery was struck by so much lightning that it glowed throughout the night. 

Ven was then captured again, and this time bound with restraining collars. They were made of stone and emerald, weighing down his neck, and his limbs. Then Ven was brought to a stone monastery. This one much bigger, and carved into the mountain. Ven could hear the weeping of the empty woods surrounding the mountain. The trees long taken down to furnish the temple above.

“Who needs a house this big?” Ven was hanging off the side of a horse, bound by his ankles and wrists to a pole. “I lived in a tent with my ma, perfect for us two. Tho we needed a kitchen and toilet but that’s it. Not a bloody castle like this” Then Ven spat in the general direction of the monastery.

“This is a place of education,” One priest answered, while another scowled at ven to be quiet. “You can live with nothing if you wish.” Ven then lived in a tent in the courtyard for his first month in the monastery.It really sets the mood of how Ven’s stay at the Monastery would go.  At this Monastery he met Argo. Who was an orphan who had been taken in by the priests. Argo lived in a tiny bedroom full of books. The prodigy, so obedient and quiet. Argo was kept away from Ven at first. The Priest worried the storm child would be a bad influence, but then thought then Argo could be a good influence. Their first bet was the correct one. Argo and Ven quickly became friends. Ven would say what Argo believed, and then Argo would soften the punishments anyway he could. Sometimes he could talk the priests into more “fair” punishments. Some nights it was just a kiss on the bruise, or an extra blanket. Argo and Ven were both children when they escaped. They lived a wanders life. Even as children Ven and Argo were skilled at magic. Making money providing magical services to people, as well as other small jobs they could take. By early adulthood Ven and Argo had a small apartment in town as well as jobs. Ven worked at a Bar being a host and dancer, while Argo studied the arcana and made sigils for people. 

Argo found a poem that spoke of “The Traveler's Gift”. An enchanted object that would grant protection to all those who traveled with it. There was also talk of arcane spirits but Argo couldn’t tell if it was a metaphor or literal. Ven helped Argo prepare for the trip but had to stay home for this one. Neither of them liked being separated, but it wasn’t like anything terrible was going to happen right? Argo had to travel for a long time. They could afford a horse or camel, but Argo could use magic to speed up his walking. Well it was more like place a carpet down on the ground and then walking along that, which then generates for to walk through space And time. It’s a complicated spell Argo wove into the fabric. Takes a lot of energy to do, and Argo doesn’t always know where he will land. 

While Argo stepped blindly through reality. Ven kept working as a dancer, and keeping things tidy at home. Or not exploding, Ven’s not the most tidy person. One day Ven got up early to get some groceries. He hadn’t cut his hair since escaping, and it nearly touched the base of his spine. Then a gloved hand grabbed hold of the locks and spun Ven around. It was some kind of being formed of iron and glass. The silks of a guard adorned it, and all Ven could see behind it’s metal visor was a deep void. Ven was then restrained with the same Stone and Jade cuffs and brought before a king. While Ven and Argo had been gone the Priests had become advisors to a local king, and Ven found himself being described as a “sexy battery.” Since these new restraints didn’t just cancel out Ven’s magic. It redirected the magic to power the Kings war machines. Instantly ven had to think of non-magical ways to make everyone’s life here Miserable. He succeeded quite well.  

Meanwhile Argo was not having a good time on his own quest. The spirits that defended the Traveler's Gift were far more cunning than Argo was prepared for. Unable to turn back ,Argo had to make a deal. In this he lost his memories, and was left with The Machine. A towering house that walked on metal arms and legs. It did not let Argo in the house for the first Month. Then the House constantly fought back from Argo actually living in it. All the while Argo was trying to figure out who he was, and what his heart longed for. In this hazy journey Argo met a being named Prax. Who decided to travel along with Argo and help tame this magical house. In this the Caravan was formed, and traveled while Argo tried to find Ven. His heart longed for someone, and they were in desperate need of his help. 

When the first caravan ended, Argo found the city Ven was living in, and prepared to break into the castle to get Ven back. On this same day Ven saw Argo and also became determined to break out. While Ven couldn’t use magic. There are other ways to kick ass. Getting one of his guards to lay in bed with him. Ven then stole the guards swords and ran. Destroying as much property as he possibly could on the way.  When Ven slide to a haunt in the grand entry hall. He saw Argo standing before three guards. All had their blades drawn and pointed at Argo’s neck.

“Please I don’t want to hurt you,” Argo slowly lifts his hands. In the air about twenty feel above, magical sigils start to form in the air. The Guards only step forward. Pushing Argo a couple feet back. 

Ven then jumped on the back of one the guards and then hit the other two on the blunt side of the blades. Then through his weight backwards sending the guard he was straddling down with him. Making sure all three were good and knocked out. Ven stored the blades in a sash and pulled Argo into a hug. In that moment Argo could remember it all. The years of finding safety in these arms. The love that had burned when nothing else worked. Argo wept and pulled Ven in deeply. When he bumped into the collar around Ven’s neck. Argo scowled then brought the sigils down from the sky, made some adjustments, then put them on the restraints. With a Pop they fell to the floor, and scattered into a million pieces. 

Then Ven and Argo had a wonderful time tearing the castle down. The caravan is now wanted in Some countries, but we can go there fine if we’re careful.

[werewolfpurfect]

September, 2016: high school, self-reflection. Heteroromantic asexual

June, 2020: university, exploration. Greyromantic asexual

Demisexual? Biromantic asexual? Quoiromantic?

Labels change over time, and that's okay 💕

For @searchingforartemis' wonderful prompts ❤️✨

[revrevrew-writblr]

OUTLAW WANTED: REWARD 10,000 UNITS

Location of home; unknown--though we still search.

Details on them are scarce. 

We know they likely speaks several different languages.

Their weapon of choice is pointed and sharp. 

Though the bigger threat is the discharge of their concealed weapon.

Agents, be wary when approaching them, they are difficult to refuse. 

Remember, engaging with them will drastically change your life.

They are not afraid to use extraordinary measures to get what they want. 

And making things disappear is no hardship for them.

A warning to the agents: proceed with caution they are extremely powerful.

You may find yourself asking, ‘What are we looking for? 

A Mob Boss? 

or a Fairy Godmother?’ 

Really, it all depends on your Perspective.

[pixcereus]

Day 2: “Eating or drinking”

What can I say? The man loves his alcohol! Couldn’t pass up an opportunity to draw that...sort of...

[wolf-n-bones]

2nd of October: Rest in Peace

Prompt list Who wouldn’t rest peacefully next to the one you love?

[ask-the-four-corners-farmers]

2nd Prompt for @stardewevents‘s Valentines event! “Do you prefer chocolate or cookies?” “Do you like sweet or savory treats?” “Are you going for candy or flowers to give others?” “Are you Preparing gifts?”

[miss-gioconda]

Turquoise Blue

till I can drink gallons of draughty blues chansons unless it doomsdays rather I’d not lose the sight of the eclipse quivering en rubato unfolding to the outskirts of the  optimistic Alps and back into my room solemn room egocentric room — into my non-alpine crevice

barely seen bubbly light unravels meno mosso emotions

@scribuary