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Xyragn t1_jdv6suw wrote

Reply to [WP] Years ago, your mentor said, "Kid, there's a small secret when it comes to magic. You can literally make shit up and it'll usually work. Makes the guys who actually take it seriously really pissed off." Today, you're one of the least respected, and most powerful, mages in the land. by Prompt_Dude

112 figures sit around in a large cottage by the sea, the frozen wind quelled by the quietly crackling fireplace, the waves crashing in the distance, 5 days after the 1st frost.
"Hah! I Win AGAIN!"
Butt grammy, whyyyy, aren't you oldies meant to be nicer and let us win??
I look at her with my brightest fake puppy eyes, the same expression I got her with eons ago. The children copy my expression, I swear I saw a slight tear in granny's eye.
She looks back, "Imagine that, if I were nice, you'd be bored, very bored that you might just turn into a board."
I feel myself becoming square, flattening, the familliar feeling brings me back to my childhood, 'I turn into a large yellow elephant that shoots tea at the table right there.' The cluttered cottage grows, rattle, and turns, a pristine palace garden emerges, a petite teaparty palace fit for the princess pops up, the children I am currently teaching giggle.

~Flashback~

"I turn into a giant pink and purple dragon who breathes marshmallows!"
*Poof* 'AAAAAAA- how do you keep doing that gramgram?' I squeal with glee
"Sweetie, magic comes with lots of secrets, now don't tell your mama I said this, but you can literally make shit up and it'll usually work. Makes the guys who actually take it seriously really pissed."
'Granny! You just said a bad word!?!?'
"What, oh, right, well, better to expose you when you're younger!"
Thinking that was a fair reason, I go back to playing
'I save my grammy from the dragon and we live in a shiny castle right here'
The spell slowly reverses, wait, did that really work? Normally her magic was stronger than this, taking me more time to slowly do one part of the spell each.
*POOF* The dragon falls and a shocked, ecstatic old lady appears.
"You finally did it! The student has become the master!"

~Present day~
The good old days, really, "Miss, you spaced out a little, when are we getting the tea?"
Oh, right, the tea party, 'Thank's for reminding me Stacy, the tea is served!' I trumpet out loud, tea raining everywhere, the once white tablecloth is now a mess, but hey, isn't everything a mess. "Me and my best friend Evony float into a bubble of soap!"
Turns out almost everything is a mess then, well then, the children are finally learning.
"Why does Molly get a bubble? I get one too!"
Suddenly all the kids are floating in shiny bubbles of their own design, "All the bubbles pop and the children are in a masion with their tea!"
POP they all fall, looking at granny, "I think you've all grown since I've last seen you lot, you all used to shout stupid rules at me, it was always 'the great wizards handbook says this', and 'But that never, ever, happens normally!', it was getting very very tiring for a poor old immortal like me."
Just as dramatic as ever, "Congratulations, children, you've done it! You are cured of being boring!" Various cries of offence rise from the children, some attempting to curse the all powerful witch infront of them.

HHHOOONNNKKKK
'Aww man, momma's here' "Noooo, not my big brother" 'Can I please stay dad?'
It seems the parents are here, time to try burst their bubbles and attempt to bring them back to imagination, where they probably lost them around 230 years ago.
'I am now a giant version of Shrek and rise out of the castle'
The parents are annoyed as always, trying to drag their children to normalcy, at least the children prefer living their magical lives like they are meant to be, for now at least.

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fhangrin OP t1_jdv5jei wrote

Reply to comment by Inqeuet in [PI] Mech pilots with PTSD often experience a kind of psychosis in which they begin to feel that the mech is an extension of themselves. To them, being taken out of the machine feels like being stripped of their skin and muscle. by fhangrin

Gonna be a little bit of a wait as I've got sleep and work required before I can put more words to screen.

Should be able to knock out a prequel segment prior to her salvage.

*leading up to her salvage

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Reply to [WP] The Clergy hates your eccentric ways, but you remain the best Exorcist and you love your job. You're only called upon to chase the strongest, fiercest demons. But your prayers are just for show, what really terrifies the spirits away is witnessing a demon powerful enough to take human shape... by Daedal75

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Wygerion_Alpha t1_jduy7j4 wrote

Reply to [PM] a character with a brief description and backstory, fit for an apocalyptic dystopian world. by Aleksandrbbb

A man in his prime years, wearing mostly brown and nondescript clothes alongside a grim yet tired expression.

A former soldier, with nearly two centuries of battle experience under his belt. Because of an unfortunate mutation in his genes that made his body stop aging past his prime, he looks younger than he should be. He constantly wanders the waste, sticking to himself most of the time but often aids beleaguered survivors under attack by the 'things' stalking the wasteland.

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CatpainCalamari t1_jduwq40 wrote

Reply to comment by BHawleyWrites in [WP] Years ago, your mentor said, "Kid, there's a small secret when it comes to magic. You can literally make shit up and it'll usually work. Makes the guys who actually take it seriously really pissed off." Today, you're one of the least respected, and most powerful, mages in the land. by Prompt_Dude

"No u" :-)

Very good story, I enjoyed reading it. That being said, what a nightmare world to live in.

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LaserRanger_McStebb t1_jduuts4 wrote

Reply to comment by AutoModerator in [WP] Years ago, your mentor said, "Kid, there's a small secret when it comes to magic. You can literally make shit up and it'll usually work. Makes the guys who actually take it seriously really pissed off." Today, you're one of the least respected, and most powerful, mages in the land. by Prompt_Dude

Almost literally the plot of Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell

hugely recommend that book/miniseries btw.

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Reply to [PI] Mech pilots with PTSD often experience a kind of psychosis in which they begin to feel that the mech is an extension of themselves. To them, being taken out of the machine feels like being stripped of their skin and muscle. by fhangrin

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JAMSDreaming t1_jduth6x wrote

Reply to [WP] "The thing about loving a Hero is, they always have to put the world first. But a Villain? A villain would watch the world burn to save someone they love!" by UnderlordZ

"That's really fancy and all, but... what if I want you both to save the world AND me at the same time?" Isabella asked.

Superbia looked at her, surprised at that question.

"I'll answer. You, a villain, look at the trolley problem and will feel pleasure as your inaction kills five people. As long as your dear one is saved, you don't care. Kaiser, the hero, looks at the trolley problem and runs to the tracks to cut off the ties on all of the people in danger, risking being ran over the train while cutting off the five people's ties" Isabella said. "That's why I'll always prefer Kaiser, he always searches the third, best solution, even if it endangers his life"

"If the dichotomy of saving you or the world has also the answer of both, I can give him the answer of neither as well. Are you happy about that possibility?" Superbia asked.

"The most critical difference between you and I, the motive of why I would never be even your friend... is that unlike you, I haven't given up hope" Isabella said.

Superbia frowned.

"Let us see how much this hope of yours last"

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TheThomasWright t1_jdut5wf wrote

Reply to [WP]As the overnight caretaker at the cemetery, you'd befriended the ghost of a young girl staying there. Tonight she seems distraught. Her killer visited her grave today. by sticky-pete

I asked her who it was. She told me she doesnt know who. Only that she could feel their energy and she knew her murderer had come to her grave. However it was a slow day at the cemetery. As far as I know the only people who visited were there to discuss expanding the cemetary into a nearby farm field. The group was small. The town mayor, the parks and rec supervisor, a local priest, the farmer and two lawyers.

I will help her find peace. I will find out who in that group killed this poor child if its the last thing I do.

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PracticalPervert t1_jdus0y8 wrote

Reply to [PM] a character with a brief description and backstory, fit for an apocalyptic dystopian world. by Aleksandrbbb

A blonde woman of around 40 years old, hair done and makeup and nails perfect. Dressed casually in jeans, sweater and a jacket, with immaculately white trainers.

Her conventional appearance and anonymous management career might mean she would have been discounted as a survivor in a post-apocalyptic world. However, her incredible people management skills; the broad streak of stubbornness that sees her maintain her perfect grooming in the face of huge challenges; and the stash of tinned goods and other prepper materials she quietly built up have seen her thrive and gain considerable power in the new apocalyptic world.

Her only outward adjustment to this new way of life is that her anonymous grey suv is now armoured and rides on huge chunky wheels.

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Reply to [WP] you are a simple farmer, tending to your crops. One day an orc knocks on your door demanding food. Instead you teach them how to cultivate crops. Next spring, you hear a knock on your door by Cerparis

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Captain_Nesquick t1_jdumsdb wrote

Reply to comment by AutoModerator in [WP] Years ago, your mentor said, "Kid, there's a small secret when it comes to magic. You can literally make shit up and it'll usually work. Makes the guys who actually take it seriously really pissed off." Today, you're one of the least respected, and most powerful, mages in the land. by Prompt_Dude

I think it's how magic should be, creating a magic system with strict rules to follow and learn makes it ressemble a science artificially, just because the author doesn't trust that the audience can't accept anything but logic. It also ressembles more closely old litterature magic, having sets of rules is a rather recent way to write magic

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