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faedogmotha t1_jdpk0bq wrote

Reply to [PM] Give me the most ridiculous sounding pair of characters you can think of, and I'll write a dramatic fight scene between them by T_Lawliet

Susie is 7 ft tall but has a condition that makes her bones turn into jelly every 10 minutes and then hard as steel every time she recovers. She has long pink hair and wears leggings and a baggy shirt.

Billiam is a pompous rich asshole who sharpened his teeth into points to appear menacing. He secretly snuggles his teddy bear pomeranian hoarde every night and relies on their mass numbers to sleep past his anxiety. He shakes a lot from his fear but hes surprisingly brave and pretends its a medical condition. He is average height, dad bod with black hair. There are signs of salt and pepper hitting up that receding hairline though

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UncleIye t1_jdpd9p1 wrote

Reply to [WP] It's the traditional tale of the knight saving the princess from the dragon. The twist here is that the knight is saving a dragon from a giant fire-breathing princess. by RedVelvet_Milkshake

It was a Tuesday in March. Not like those other Tuesdays in March. This one was dreary, droll, and dreadful. It was wet was the short of it. And as such the armor that one wore as he trekked up a mountain weighed very heavily on the man.

The man? In this instance was named Toby. Tobias Weatherhillman. He had considerations of himself as that rather capable warrior. There was the incident in Derby, where he brought back the horses to town after they were caught bullying a man in Bynum. There was the incident in Bynum, where he helped a young man stand up to some wild horses. There was the incident in Halstondale, where the town was being overrun by a gang of ants looking to steal the town's wine. And the incident in the Vale where he successfully quelled one of the forces of evil.

All thing's considered, he might be what you'd call top a 5 warrior of the land.

But Toby had designs on a greater, more legitimate, standing. For, you see, Toby wanted to get into the knighthood racket. Knights were notorious for their ability to ransack a town and their decorum about it to boot. Knights got paid as well. Of course "paid" here is explicitly the derivation dependent on how one viewed the acquisition of money.

As Tobias Weatherhillman arrived at the hill overlooking Rareton, he happened upon an unearthed grave of a charred and headless body, and a weeping dragon. He cried out to the dragon, "Oi, you there, dragon! What's got you blue?"

The dragon, replied, in a weep and wail.

Toby, again, called out from behind his rock, "Dragon, why weep you for the headless maiden? Did you know her in life?"

The dragon looked up and around for the sound of the voice, but could not see clearly with the amount of tears in it's eyes. Finally, it noticed a scurry of leafs shuffling pointing at a nearby boulder, and a young man cosplaying as a knight, hopping up and down, to track it's attention.

"What do you want, Toby?"

"I heard about Lucinda; came to pay my respects. Here, this is for you, and your mother." Toby threw the dragon a pouch of leaf parts.

"What happened here?"

"It was the princess. She's loose in Briar. Princess Bella charred Lucinda when she and her friends went down there to gather sickle sallow and honey willow. When Bella saw Lucinda and her friends stealing from the patch, well, you see."

"What happened to her friends?"

"They made it back."

"And Lucinda?"

They both watched as the wind flapped the sheet Lucinda's body was wrapped in...

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NextEstablishment856 t1_jdpcwv6 wrote

Reply to [WP] “Fuck it”, said the President, as humanity stood on its last legs: “Summon Cthulhu” by Remarkable-Youth-504

Nyarlhotep, or President Northrup to the world of men, watched with barely concealed glee as the ocean boiled. How long he had waited. How long he had played these games.

Now, a few more prods, a few more chants, and everyone would be here. Not Hastur, of course. Not after that mess at the ice rink. But that was no great loss. And it meant Squigoloth would come. That guy was a hoot! Well, not "guy" so much as bubbling mass of flesh and organs. Still, the funniest of the elder gods.

As a green arm rose from the sea, making him think of a zombie movie, an aide gave a small cough for his attention.

"Can't you see I am busy? It better be ftaghn important."

"It is, sir. We are getting a request for gelato, and the current... conditions are making it impossible to provide."

"Ah tell me it isn't Yog-Sothoth."

The aide handed him a cell phone.

"Yoggy, old pal, why are you asking for gelato? You know the boys can't swing that right now... Listen, let me get Cathy set here first, then we... No I'm not saying old C-dog is more impor-... NO, WE CAN'T GET GELATO RIGHT NOW!" He hung up and handed the phone back to the aide. "Family, right?"

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Reply to [WP] Your wife of 20 years sits you down for a serious talk. "Where's my husband Tyler?" she asks. You realize that your full-body disguise has started to fail. by suburbanchiwriter

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simmbolic t1_jdpcdp0 wrote

Reply to [WP] An agoraphobic princess is a extremely sick and tired of all knights who are breaking into her castle and trying to slay her emotional support dragon. by Prompt_Dude

Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, there lived a beautiful princess named Adira. She was very kind and loved her people dearly, but unfortunately, she was also agoraphobic. Adira was afraid of leaving her castle and stepping outside its walls.

Despite her fear, Adira had a fierce protector - a dragon named Zephyr. Zephyr was more than just a pet to Adira - he was her emotional support animal. Zephyr helped Adira cope with her fears and anxieties, and the two of them were inseparable.

However, there was a problem. Many knights from neighboring kingdoms would come to Adira's castle, hoping to slay her beloved dragon. Adira tried to reason with them, explaining that Zephyr was her emotional support animal and meant no harm. But the knights were stubborn and simply would not listen.

Adira was sick and tired of the knights constantly breaking into her castle and threatening her and Zephyr. She longed for a peaceful life where she could be free from the constant fear and anxiety. She wished for a knight who would understand her plight and not see Zephyr as a threat.

One day, a young knight named Cedric arrived at Adira's castle. He was different from the other knights - he was kind and understanding. When Adira explained Zephyr's role as her emotional support animal, Cedric listened attentively and respected her wishes.

Adira was overjoyed. Finally, she had found someone who understood her and respected her fears. Cedric promised to protect Adira and Zephyr, and he kept his word.

With Cedric by her side, Adira gradually overcame her agoraphobia. She began to venture outside the castle walls, and even took Zephyr with her on her travels. The people of the kingdom rejoiced, and Adira was hailed as a brave and inspirational leader.

And as for the other knights who had threatened Adira and Zephyr? They soon learned that violence and aggression were not the answer. They saw how Cedric had respected Adira's wishes and learned to do the same. Adira's castle became a symbol of peace and understanding, and her emotional support dragon, Zephyr, was celebrated as a beloved member of the kingdom.

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Reply to [WP] “Fuck it”, said the President, as humanity stood on its last legs: “Summon Cthulhu” by Remarkable-Youth-504

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Shallurian t1_jdp8qrv wrote

Reply to comment by KarmicWhim in [WP] You are an immortal, and a family has tried and failed to kill you for generations. In fact, it's been going on so long that you've forgotten why they initially began looking for you. by CutieBecka

Honestly, with the way the vampire was acting, thinking that it was a mostly human immortal, that family could have found a way to negotiate with him before attacking. Like, he can still take life energy, just way less of it, considering how many people there are in the world now.

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cigarettesandchoc t1_jdp8nhx wrote

Reply to comment by [deleted] in [WP] Eternal oblivion. As a life-long atheist, you always knew it was coming. You just didn't expect it to be so...purple. by anxious_snail111

Revised:

External oblivion, a sea of purple, the lilac wine and violet tones all gone.

No mouth to taste or voice to sing, lost in this endless purlple dawn.

Fuchsia clouds in lavender sky whisper a warning I should have known.

But here I am, in this indigo valley, where the grass is soft and the flowers have grown.

The scent of blooming petals lingers heavy in the air, a beauty I cannot fully comprehend.

I am but a ghost, adrift in this purple world, where time is lost, and the end is yet to begin.

The depths of this valley pull me in, deeper into the void, where nothingness reigns supreme.

The sea of purple is all there is, and all that remains of my long forgotten dream.

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TimetoTosstheDice_ t1_jdp7r48 wrote

Reply to [WP] It's the traditional tale of the knight saving the princess from the dragon. The twist here is that the knight is saving a dragon from a giant fire-breathing princess. by RedVelvet_Milkshake

Gardale huffed, panting as he struggled to make his way up the huge mountaine. Why is the air here so thin? He thought, inhaling huge gulps of air. He plopped down on a large Boulder, shrugging off his breastplate. "I can probably go without it for a while," He said outlook after a moment if silence. "I mean, it's not like Princess or Dragon is gonna Stab me. . . .

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Gardale panicked as a massive column of flame shot from the huge doorway of the castle. He shivered from horns to tail-tip as the largest, prettiest, most terrifying princes He had ever seen slammed the door off it's hinges. "YOU DARE TRY TO RESCUE MY DRAGON?" Boomed the creature, snorting steam from her nostrils. "HE IS MINE!" Gardale dodged another fire blast, flapping his wings to get airborne. Darting above the princess's head, he dropped a huge glob if mud in her hair. The beast shrieked, a blood-curdling sound that rattled Gardale's teeth and talons. "MY HAIIR! HOW COULD YOU! I SPENT TWO HOURS ON THIS! GRAAHHH!!!!" Ignoring the creature, Gardale flung himself at the open window of the highest tower. There sat Detri, wings bound with clips and a metal collar encircling his long, beautiful neck. Gardale rushed to embrace his love, nuzzling his ear. Pulling back, he began working clumsily at the catch on the collar and chain. "How could she do this to you," he asked, worry scrunched his brow. "I'm fine, Daley. You're such a worry wart!"

. . .

A tear trickled down Gardale's scaley cheek. "Do you, Sir Gardale Regamind, take Detri Folar, as your lawfully wedded husband, and love him past life's end?" "I do." "And do you, Detri Folar, take Sir Gardale Regamind, as your lawfully wedded husband, and love him past life's end?" "I do."

Tada! This is my first comment on this thread, I already love it.

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