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[wardog-of-whimsy]

Calling All Lurkers- Closed

Opening a prompt/ask free for all. Send me stuff. This week and next at work are awful so I want things to make my muses chatter! If it's been in my blog it's fair game! Prompt, ask, inspire away.

Edit: I received about 20 prompts so this is closed for now. If you like how it shakes out we’ll do it again!

[cosmictulips]

Hi for your game. // I choose 7. 🗿🍀 thank you \\ AJ

Hello friend =D so for you

Your guides are saying ---

Hmm. Okay. I'm sensing a rough time. maybe you feel isolated.. or like everyone has left you. I don't know if you chose to spend time alone. like you just feel overwhelmed, or just let down. there's something here regarding the past. very recent past. and it's given you a tough lesson.

maybe it's just something that you're not letting go of. that's okay. some of my past still haunts me too. Your guides are saying that you're not stuck here. the winter nights are long. and cold. and desolate. but you have the beautiful northern lights guiding you.

You know, they say that the northern lights are spirits from the past guiding you. and they will take you to spring. You're being asked to keep building from the wreckage around you. take the lessons you are meant to learn (which, sometimes it's just that shit happens. you couldn't prepare for it, but you can build from it) and grow.

empires are always rising and falling. you? you will withstand the test of time. you just may need some better inspiration. a door is coming to you that will help you with this. the universe is on your side. even if it doesn't seem like it.

someday, you'll look back on this and realize this was merely a stepping stone. right now, I see you as a traveler in this icy tundra. using the warmth of your body and the light of the stars to guide you. so keep trekking on. your destination is not too far beyond your reach.

[frosted-confusion]

ESCAPE AND DESTRUCTION [MUSINGS-Salvor]

Managing to escape the fleet installation he’d been working on prior wounded with a gold and rust blooded pair of cleaners salvor after a few days flight still aboard the ship realized the devious plan of the pair to kill him as he’d rested the voices once again warning him of impending dangers, salvor waited until one would arrive back into the back cabin with him to ‘check’ on his wounds. The rust blood enters and begins to remove the bandaging as Salvor stirs the pain aching immensely as the voices echoed endlessly Salvor using the horns that were far longer than his dancestor Servas Rams his head forward with a upward motion hooking a horn into the rustbloods neck giving out a guttural roar of pain . “You’re not taking my life you low blooded scum!” Salvor shouts. The Mustard blood who’d been flying the ship hearing the shouting rushes to the back of the ship after setting it to a halt in the middle of the vast black sea that was space, coming from the cockpit to seeing the rust blood impailed on Salvor’s horns screams before rushing towards Salvor who headbutts in a manner to toss the corpse forwards at him before rolling out of the cot he’d been resting on his good arm catching him from the fall. The fall causing his body to shake both from the pain of the sudden jolt to his injured arm , salvor releases a deep growl of pain before taking a stand enough for him to charge the Mustard blood who’d been moving the quickly draining rustblood off of him. Salvor charges forward his eyes filled with a primal instinct to survive as he rams his horns into the shoulders of the mustard blood, the mustard blood despite catching the horns in his shoulders reaches to repeatedly hit salvor only causing the horns to go deeper. Salvor bucking his head up , up and up until he hears a sickening tearing sound as his horns come up from the bottom of the collarbone of the mustardblood. Salvor’s head coating in red and yellow mixing in his hair only continued to pull tearing what he could intil the voices would go silent . Battered and beaten salvor ‘s sight slowly fades as he collapses atop the two corpses

[frosted-confusion]

FINAL LOG [MUSINGS-SALVOR]

Salvor froste log 679 : “I’ve finally completed to project but the voices are only louder like the slow churning of my bloodpump...I Cant recognize myself in the mirror ...the voices warn me of danger but i only see the drones through the windows outside my fleet cabin” A loud metal scrapping noise could be heard as drones tear through the door to dispatch the artificer and ancestor to Servas. Incoherent screaming as the audible tearing of flesh rings clear on the audio log. A moment later silence before a soft thud to the ground the drones leave the room after sending an alert to the cleaning crews to dispose of the corpse. Gasping at the air Salvor clamors across the floor dragging himself to the recorder turning it off . The cleaning crews consisting of a rust blooded servant and a mustard blooded janitor coming across the organized room splattered with fresh teal and the twitching and gasping body of salvor “H-h-h elp” Salvor coughs out his breathing torn and fractured much like his arm and collarbone . Teal steadily pouring from his body as the stunned cleaners recognized him as one of the higher ups who’d previously been the only researcher on the empires pet project. Hurriedly they tended to his wounds as he lost consciousness Awakening later in the lower blooded quarters Salvor having been aided, breifly surveyed his surroundings as the mustard blood asked him as to what happened “Dr  oones attacked , Need to leeeave” Salvor chokes out as he attempts to sit up a shrieking pain tearing through his body his arm merely held together by cloths and bandages keeping it from becoming lost. The lower bloods offering if he could secure a pod to leave they’d help him get proper medical aid.

[uclagreekrpads]

text to *thought balloon emoji*

Person A: Text for a good time with a handsome guy huh?

Person A: Funny... I don't remember writing that anywhere

Person A: but you've definitely got my attention

[the-lucky-redden-blog]

[uncontrollably giggles outside jay's door] I am completely sober... Please let meeeee iiiiiin.

[bjorn-for-glory]

[All week, Aldric hadn't had enough money or food to actually eat a decent lunch, but he had finally gotten enough for a burger and a bottle of chocolate milk on the Friday, and he planned to enjoy it by himself on a table near the back of the cafeteria, since had no idea where Oakley was. The problem was, once he'd decided on a table, and he was just about to sit down, when he realized there was a girl trying to do the same thing]

[...] This is my table.