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Wafran OP t1_j3j9l50 wrote

Reply to comment by Kiaider in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran

The great cat army was assembled on the left side of town, speckled through the roof, and awaiting the order of general snowball to attack, it was impressive how you could make so many cats be in the same place at once, but it seemed that they were all ready to give their lives protecting this city...

On the other side, in all of the roofs, there were the sons and daughters of the shadow realm, creatures that were mostly white eyes with shadow-like bodies... they had come to take this city away, death in the flesh... and they were only seen by the brave cats...

The order was given, banners made with trash and rags were raised and the cats started to jump from their roof to the next, some using their nails to scratch the shadows, others, had constructed complicated tools like hammers and swords, alongside helmets and armor...

The great fight was silent and every human and dog sleep through it, as metal and shadow fuel clashed in a display of pure power...

Many cats "went missing that night" but others proudly went back to their owners... don't be deceived, cats weren't fighting for the humans, they were fighting for themselves... or at least, that's what they all convinced themselves of.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbhk5yYgUxI)

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Wafran OP t1_j3j7gox wrote

Reply to comment by KevMenc1998 in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran

In this world, when children come of age, they are separated and go through one of two gates, by tradition, they can choose...

But social pressure would always dictate that boys went through the warrior's door, to be trained to be brave soldiers... And the girls went through the Matriarch's door, to be trained to be wise leaders...

...But Carlo wasn't a normal boy, he never fought other kids, his blood wasn't imbued with bravery, and his heart craved knowledge, he wanted to read, heal, and cook the same as the woman who led every social and religious event, in their role of life-givers...

So he went through the matriarch's door... when the dress was placed on him, traditional and filled with context, he felt no shame as his tutors expected, he felt pride... he discovered, in the girl's academy, to count, plan, strategize and keep track of everything that the society needed...

He discovered himself to be a prime homemaker and party planner, he enjoyed making stuff with his hands for the other members of his class...

He wasn't... outstanding, but he was as good as anyone could expect him to be... when the time came to graduate and choose a warrior to assist, he choose a girl that went the opposite way, through the warrior's gate...

...And that's how Carlo found his place in the world... and became the first male Matriarch.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KyNXeCfPB2U)

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Iwritesongssometimes t1_j3i9hlf wrote

Reply to [WP] A few hundred years ago a powerful lich managed to seal his soul into his bloodline instead of a physical object ensuring as long as his family lasts he shall remain. This has effectively reduced his existence to being a grandparent who is really pushy about grandkids by PotentialSmell

“Jesus Christ, what happened last night?”

My head pounding, I opened my eyes and winced at the morning sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. Some vague recollections of loud music, flashing strobe lights, and an indeterminate number of tequila shots flitted past my mind’s eye as I turned my head to see the woman lying half-covered by blankets on the bed next to me. What was her name again? Felicity, or Felicia? I’m pretty sure it started with an “F” at least, or maybe an “L”? Whatever, I can figure it out from Instagram tags later.

I rolled myself out of bed, blinking the hungover stupor from my eyes and almost bumping a half-empty bottle of wine on the nightstand. I stumbled across my studio apartment, through the kitchen, and into the windowless bathroom. Making a mental note to get around to cleaning it sometime in the next week, I flicked the faucet upward and splashed the cold water on my face. Groping blindly for a towel, I let out an internal sigh as a raspy, ethereal voice filled the cramped room.

“I see you have been busy of late, Bradley.”

I wiped the cold water off my face and opened my eyes to see the pale silhouette of a deathly figure with glowing green eyes and wispy white hair staring at me from the bathroom mirror. “Melchior, can you just not right now?”

The lich’s gaunt, hallowed face twisted into something that could have been a smile. “I simply sought to remind you of your duties as my ancestral heir. My existence on this mortal plane is tied to the continued vitality of my bloodline, and you presently represent my main hope for survival as your only younger brother - what was the phrase your generation prefers? - ‘Bats for the other team?’”

“God can you just let it rest, it’s 2023 for Christ sakes. And I haven’t even finished college yet, I’m not trying to have kids in my early 20s like all the idiots from my high school. I told you, I’ll get on the whole family bloodline thing once I have my shit together.”

“Given that you choose to spend most your evenings inhaling white powder from the tip of a tiny spoon and jumping around in darkened rooms to this incessant noise you call ‘music’, I fear the process may take longer than I am comfortable waiting. And besides, why should you continue to wait when you have found such an… energetic… partner as you did last night?”

I grimaced. “Oh my god, were you watching again? I told you not to do that. Super creepy, dude.”

From the other room, I heard Felicia’s(?) voice, “Brad, who are you talking to? Is someone here?”

I shouted back through the door, “No I’m just on the phone, give me one sec.” I turned back to the mirror and shot Melchior an exasperated glare. “Look Grandpa, I get the whole ‘procreate for the sake of the bloodline’ thing is a big deal for you, but I’m not just going to knock up some girl I met last night so you can keep harassing my kids and their kids until the end of time. I’ve got it covered, but on my own timeline.”

Melchior’s eyes narrowed. “Your timeline puts my life at risk, child. You know I could make your life very… unpleasant, if you fail to do your duty.” On cue, the bathroom lights flickered and a chill crept into the air.

I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, you already do. Now go back to whatever nether-whatever you hang around in when you’re not riding my ass, I’m not in the mood for this.” I reached under the sink and pulled out a mostly empty bottle of Windex and sprayed it on the mirror where Melchior’s face was floating. The lich’s eyes flashed bright red in annoyance, and his visage slowly faded with a final whisper of “heed my commands, young one…”

Shaking my head, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into my studio apartment. Felicity was dressed, sitting on the end of the bed pulling last-nights stiletto heels onto her feet. She looked up at me and smiled. “I had a great time last night.”

I walked over and sat down next to her, sliding my hand down her back. “So did I, beautiful. Do you want me to make you breakfast?”

“I wish I could stay, but I made plans with my friends for this morning and I’m already going to be late.”

I kissed the back of her neck, and she giggled. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the day in bed? I’m sure your friends aren’t doing anything as exciting as I would.”

Felicia swung her slender leg over my hips and planted herself on my lap, her arms resting on my shoulders as she looked me in the eyes. “Maybe I’ll come back later tonight? I can’t bail on my friends, we’re doing a seance to try and summon a spirit to…”

“Get out.”

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Wafran OP t1_j3i8slz wrote

Reply to comment by SqueakyFarts99 in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran

>Many legends have spoken of the day a girl arrived at a castle with crystal slippers, or how a wooden puppet was brought to life... or how a beautiful prince was turned into a monster on his 15th birthday...

This story is neither but listen closely, because you may recognize a common element from them all, a creature that's both revered and feared, and that most monster hunters would never risk to encounter...

The blue fairy...

A creature that's capable of transforming men and fabric alike, sometimes, they are good, and attack the wicked with curses, and the holy with blessings... but it always comes with a price...

Few ever talk about the price, about how both sisters of poor Cinderbelle lost their eyes and toes...

How the pine puppet caused its creator great pain and sorrow.

How the beast captured a woman to be his bride...

So, if anytime you cross paths with a blue little creature that offers you a magical responded to your problems, don't listen to her, they are nothing but an imp that will come back to collect their price.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvNZeh6f8vE)

Someone already asked for this instrument!

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Wafran OP t1_j3i8ey2 wrote

Reply to comment by Tarotgirl_5392 in [PM] Give me an instrument, and I'll write a story based on the first song that pops up in youtube. by Wafran

Many legends have spoken of the day a girl arrived at a castle with crystal slippers, or how a wooden puppet was brought to life... or how a beautiful prince was turned into a monster on his 15th birthday...

This story is neither but listen closely, because you may recognize a common element from them all, a creature that's both revered and feared, and that most monster hunters would never risk to encounter...

The blue fairy...

A creature that's capable of transforming men and fabric alike, sometimes, they are good, and attack the wicked with curses, and the holy with blessings... but it always comes with a price...

Few ever talk about the price, about how both sisters of poor Cinderbelle lost their eyes and toes...

How the pine puppet caused its creator great pain and sorrow.

How the beast captured a woman to be his bride...

So, if anytime you cross paths with a blue little creature that offers you a magical responded to your problems, don't listen to her, they are nothing but an imp that will come back to collect their price.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvNZeh6f8vE)

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