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Day 29: sunset

made 2 versions cause I did like how the background turned out!

Anyways the sunset in lady world is always beatiful to watch! .

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Day two! I had a much different idea for this one, but it would've involved 'hot drinks' so i'm leaving that for another day :)

Cozy

Meouch smiled lazily, smoothing down the fresh blanket on the bed. He was finally done with his chores. 

    He hadn’t wanted to do anything today, let alone as much laundry as he had to. Though since it was his laundry day, he didn’t have too much choice in that matter.

    If he hadn’t done it today, he would have had to wait a few days for everyone else to do their laundry. They had a system for a reason!

    Meouch shook out his mane, reveling in the warm, fresh out of the dryer blanket under his hands. That was the only good thing about doing laundry, the dryer warmth. More than once- though he’d deny it- he’d fallen asleep in a basket of his fresh towels.

    A little flicker of light made him turn his attention out the window. It seemed some wind blew, rustling the trees and shaking off dead leaves. They all fluttered past his window, a visual representation of fall.

    After how warm the summer had been, the fall was just what Meouch needed. He wanted to wear the flannel he’d had hidden in his closet since summer began.

    He was wearing a flannel shirt now, also fresh from the dryer. His tail waved peacefully, as an idea came into the foreground of his mind.

    With slow, easy steps, he walked over to the window and opened it just a crack, allowing a little of the autumn-smelling air into his room. The cool air wasn’t too cold against, blocked by the flannel. 

    Meouch made his leisurely way over to the closet, digging around the bottom and withdrawing his spare pillows, tossing them on the bed by the others. 

    Ensuring that his door was closed, and everything was sufficiently turned off, Meouch kicked off his shoes and laid down on the warm, and thick, blanket. Instead of putting himself under it, he rolled into it so he was surrounded. When he reached the pillows, he buried his face in them. 

    He could still feel the cool air, but was surrounded by a nest of fluffy pillows, and such a nice… warm… blanket.

    He deserved a nap today.

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Woah! TWSP Day 4 - fruits! I drew the band in bright and fruity colors, none in specific lol. I tried a new drawing app so this was a little experimental hehe

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TWSP Day 1: PRIDE

long time no see, anyways day 1 of Tupperware summer party has started, and I'm gonna try and get a drawing up each day. Happy pride month y'all!

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I wrote this while i had a Roblox tycoon running in the background. Efficiency

Day Five(Bonfire)

They weren't exactly sure whose idea it was, exactly. Just that it had started when Phobos complained that their little campfire was smaller than he'd wanted it to be, and they all began scheming.

    To be fair, they were all more than a little drunk, having been drinking beers for a while now while they hung out on earth. This made a ‘maybe-bad’ idea seem like a ‘wonderful’ idea.

    The plan was put into action as soon as the TWRP boys realised they could totally go through with it, dousing their little campfire and stumbling back to the ship giggling.

    Phobos plotted out over a dozen places they could buy firewood, adding twice as many more stops when Meouch suggested they split up to cover more ground.

    Havve and Phobos split off in the two cruiser ships, stopping in each place on their list armed with a written note to present to the store keepers:

    'We want to buy all', underline all, 'of your firewood.'

    Each time, the reasonably frightened night shift workers didn't question them, just ringing up every single bundle they had.

    Meouch and Sung had a similar experience, except the retail workers asked a few times if they were sure. They were.

    Halfway through, nearly two hours into the ordeal, Havve and Phobos needed to return to the ship, their cruisers too full of wood to continue.

    All of the firewood, in 21rst century money, was very expensive. But because of inflation and all that, TWRP had the money from the future. Easy peasy to acquire an absolute shit ton of wood for one of the biggest bonfires they could make.

    When they finally finished the whole list, The bundles were piled up in a significant amount of the ship, filling it with the smell of fresh-cut wood. 

    Starting to sober up, they started looking for a place to fulfill the final step of their plan. On earth, at first. It wasn’t until Meocuh had a sudden spark to sanity and suggested to maybe do it somewhere else, as Earth was flammable and already had enough bad things in the air, that they started looking off planet.

    They ended up in the same time, the 21st century, but solar systems away on a planet with an oxygen-based atmosphere that humans wouldn’t discover for over years and years.

    The planet was rocky and sandy on the land, and had a lot of water, plants in the water providing the oxygen to the air.

    They landed on the night side of the planet, ensuring them plenty of time to enjoy the huge bonfire they were about to make.

    They found their spot, a rocky outcrop with place to park the ship, and a very shallow indent to put the fire in. couldn’t have it spreading out everywhere and potentially hurting them. They weren’t that dumb.

    It took over an hour and a half to unload all the wood. They luckily managed an efficient system as they got even more sober, Meouch and Sung bringing the bundles out of the ship, Phobos removing whatever binding had been put on them, and Havve assembling the pile.

    When the tower was assembled, a stack of wooden logs twice any of their heights, Havve had the brilliant idea to retrieve earthen gasoline from inside the ship and pour all of it over the logs.

    Phobos had the honors of lighting it. He lit several taped together matches- seeing as using a lighter, that close, could be very harmful- and threw it at the pile.

    It practically exploded, the gasoline making a very good kindling to get it going. They’d all stood far back, and yet the burst of heat still hit them hard, leaving them all grinning like maniacs at the sight before them.

    Sung and meouch both let out a maniacal laugh when it exploded, and Havve fist bumped with both hands. Phobos grinned like a mad man. This was definitely what he had wanted from a campfire.

    Meouch and Sung had the brilliant idea to go back in the ship, grabbing a few six packs of beer so they could get drunk again while watching the monster that was their bonfire continue to grow.

    It certainly didn’t have the same cozy feeling as a campfire, seeing as the light was so ridiculously strong, but they were loving it nonetheless.

    They all silently agreed that this was 100% happening again. No more little campfires for them.   

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Day four complete! Posting this one a little earlier, because I actually wrote it at a decent time.

Phobos can have little a scary story, as a treat :3

Day Four (Lantern)

There was a legend, in an old town that resided far away. It was just a myth, a fable, merely a tall tale that originated from something no one could remember.

    The legend was, that on the night of winter solstice, when the moon was highest in the sky, something evil ran through town. A phantom, one few had actually seen. It was brought on a guitar riff, as dark as the night itself, and heavier than the fog that magically flooded into town every time.

    Those that had seen it described it as thin, dressed in blood red and shining gold, a ghostly white instrument string across its back, and a single golden-cast lantern in one hand, holding a red flame. It wore an odd helmet, one no one had ever seen under. 

    It was said, that you had to leave a lit lantern on your front porch, to appease this red and golden phantom. If it saw you had a lantern, it would steal the flame from inside with nimble fingers, and fuel its own fire.

    If you didn’t, no one quite knew what happened, but the rumor was that the Phantom took you as fuel instead, trapping you inside the golden lantern.

    Very few people actually believed this little tale. If asked, they would deny being afraid of this mysterious phantom, call it a child's story.

    And yet, every winter solstice, almost every single person in town would light their lantern, and hang it on their front porch.

    They’d lie awake in their beds, watching the fog roll over the windows, and listening to the heavy guitar riff get closer and closer.

    They’d see the little fire on their porch go out. One by one, every light in the kingdom, allowing the phantoms' own tiny flame to grow bigger and bigger.

    And when he found a house that didn’t have a lantern, they’d hear that riff get worse, slowed and deep. They’d hear whatever poor soul’s shouts, and then it would silence, and the phantom's light would be a little brighter.

    The phantom would leave, with a gold lantern bursting with red fire, lighting the dark night, and he’d disappear into the fog, and the guitar riff would quiet into nothing, like he was never even there.

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Day three!!! I literally just wrote this!! And i am very proud of it.

Day Three (Bats)

Doctor Sung came to planet Earth,

Wearing a bright orange cone upon his head.

Rumor was he’d had it since birth,

Although no one really knew, since he never said.

Some people asked what lived under the Cone-

What was its point?

People asked his friends, and others Sung had known

All their answers would disappoint.

Asked first, was Meouch, the Commander.

He plucked the strings on his bass, and replied,

‘Just a normal face, the hat is an attempt at grandeur.’

With how swifty he left, this seemed like a lie.

Lord Phobos was asked next, though he too hid himself.

His answer came quietly, strummed on strings,

‘I’m not sure, maybe it’s for stealth?’

This too was a lie, and the curiosity ever clings.

With fear, Havve Hogan was finally asked,

He never spoke, staring at them when the question came

He simply shook his head, leaving the secret masked.

Then without warning, he left, fixating doubt in the brain

Continued still, no one knew what it was for,

Or what lies underneath.

Even though Sung was the most open of the four,

they didn’t know what was beneath.

After much debate, they brought the question to him.

‘Why do you wear it? What do you have to hide?’

‘I can show you if you’re sure,’ He said, with a sideways grin.

They answered eagerly yes, they were now along for the ride.

Sung reached up, slow and careful, and unbuckled the clip.

They became entranced, closely gathering round.

As it came off, the disguise began to slip,

And out came a very strange sound

Squeaking and fluttering, quietly at first

The sound grew and grew and grew,

Until it sounded ready to burst.

Of what was underneath, they started to have a clue.

The skin melted away, leaving just dark

And a hundred little red eyes

From the darkness did lurk.

What still was he hiding, under the disguise?

The helmet came off, and from inside,

Millions of little bats, spewing in a swarm.

The others had indeed lied,

Because Bats are what made Sung’s form.

The bats continued to escape,

Fluttering and scraping those who had witnessed

Until they could no longer see Sung’s shape,

And making them dizzy with an odd sickness.

Any passerbys would see the black cloud,

They’d never see the people Sung had shown,

They’d not hear Sung say aloud

‘This true form isn’t meant to be known’.

They’d see the cloud disappear, 

Mysteriously leaving behind only the man in the Cone.

However, no one was here.

And Sung’s secret remained unknown.

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Could you post the twsp prompt list? I’d love to participate but I don’t have it

Here it is!

Its from @/cmdrhonky 's Twitter, but the twitter acount no longer exists :/