I walk among the sands of a foreign desert unable to exchange words with my thoughts. I had been travelling with my two siblings but we got split when looking for water to bring into our bodies. My dark skin is dusted with pale sand as I continue to walk, I cannot see any vegetation in the distance beside the pale green cacti and the desert roses. I go well into the night hours searching for euphoria, somewhere where I can finally rest. This goes on for the next couple of days. I cannot stop, I must keep...
I awaken to the gentle sound of rushing water among rocks and the crackling of wood. The gentle buzz of fireflies and the occasional hoot of a distant owl. I slowly open my eyes to see stars among them are lush green trees that I can just barely see in the darkness of the night.
"Noir."
A single word makes me sit upright. My eyes bless me with the sight of my older brother, Ryan. His skin is clean, freshly dressed in linen. "VAMPY!" I hear another voice scream. Wood drops to the ground as I feel my younger brother wrap me in an embrace.
I got a bit bored I hope you don't mind me doing your prompt @newworldswritingclub
Madison: I've been looking for my ponytail holders all morning-
*JD has every single one of her ponytail holders...in their hair*
JD: Morning!
Madison: Take them out.
JD: Take what out?
Madison: My hair ties.
Vanessa: I don't see any hair ties in JD's hair.
*Vanessa says glancing at JD before putting on a fair amount of black lipstick*
Madison: You seriously aren't putting up with this. Annabelle...you see the ponytail holders in JD's hair, correct?
*Annabelle looks over at JD for a long moment*
Annabelle: Nope ^^ But your hair looks good down. You should keep it that way~ It makes you look hot.
Madison *with a slightly red face*: I am so done with this Sorority.
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Vivienne Tang, 2021
MacKenzie: Here at Alpha Beta Omega we encourage you to be open with who you are and what you believe in. Vivienne: What Mac TRYING to say was if you’re lesbian or can be turned, this is the place to be. MacKenzie: That was not what I was trying to say. Vivienne: Name one person here at Alpha who’s straight. Please. MacKenzie: … Vivienne: Exactly.
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#follow your @cosmicguide
It’s a quiet day in San Fransico. You are touring there with a couple of friends. Roaming the Great Union Square you spot a statue. It’s of a snail. But from it’s mouth comes a mini water fall of water. The snail is a bit bigger than the regular snails you see. You towards it as if you were drawn to it by an invisible stream of magic. When you swish your finger through the water coming from it’s mouth and suddenly you see a checkerboard pattern under your feet. “Great…back in wonderland…again.”
Bubbles are seen as portals to another realm. They can be used as a mirror. A window into the future or the past. Bubbles are magic. But they are rare to contain and keep. Pop one, and you dissappear into whatever bubble realm you popped. The thing is…once you are in a bubble…you can’t get out.
Bela: Would you rather eat Tiger...
Noir: Never.
Bela: Or a matterbaby.
Noir: The...darlin'...What's a "matter baby"
Bela: Nothing kitten, what's wrong with you?
Noir: 😳
Backstory: the both of you are happily on a shopping spree when VHLV leaves for the toilet. you are browsing through some clothes when someone attractive approaches you. they introduce themselves and start to flirt with you, hooking their arm around you for comfort. their breath stinks btw
Vivienne:
- jealousy level shoots up to the roof, and she approaches the two of you with powerful strides and loud clicks of her heels
- pulls you by the waist and kisses you passionately, right in front of the person who is now fully sh00kt
- “Mi amor, shall we leave to somewhere more private?” she suggests, her low and possessive tone sending your heart to race
- she makes sure to hold you close while she escorts you away, not even sparing a glance at the stranger who is left in the dust
- when the two of you are alone, Vivienne pins you to the nearest wall with your hands above your head, sighing hot breath on your ear. “No one is allowed to touch you except for me.” she makes sure that you know who you belong to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) heh
Helena:
- feels disrespected that someone has their hands on her lover, and strides over to teach them a lesson
- grabs the person’s wrist and yanks them away from you, forcing them to look at her in the eyes
- “This is my woman that you are touching,” Helena proclaims through gritted teeth. her grip on their wrist tightens, causing sparks of ice to spread across their skin
- terrified, the person apologises profusely and scampers away once Helena releases them
- her hard gaze softens immensely when her eyes meet yours, and she pulls you into a warm embrace. “Did they hurt you anywhere, my love?”
Liora:
- offended that someone intruded your personal space (and being too close with her girl) but still maintains a calm composure as she walks to you
- using her height as an advantage, she towers over the person with a disapproving look
- “Pardon me, but you’re interrupting our date,” Liora says calmly, but you can hear the command in her tone
- intimidated, the person lets go of you and apologises, stepping away with a flushed yet disappointed face
- “I’m sorry that they made you uncomfortable, MC.” the tall woman holds your shoulders and kisses your forehead gently. “I promise I won’t let that happen again.”
Vanessa:
- shocked, but turns furious eventually and storms towards the two of you
- pulls out her long whip and smacks it on the ground, just beside the person (she’s obviously not going to hurt the person but wants to scare them away)
- “Hands off of my girlfriend!” Vanessa warns, narrowing her eyes at the person and tightening her grasp on her whip
- person gives a wtf face and shouts, “I ain’t into this bdsm shit!” before running away in fear
- “The next time someone tries to flirt with you, I won’t hesitate to use my whip,” she declares with a serious tone, frowning cutely
Alright writer brain! Let’s make up a story.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
My aesthetic says Goth. But how I act is totally different. I look and sound intimidating as fuck but I'm not unless I need to be.
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