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The same character 2 years apart. As we can see I still can’t draw water
I know literally no one cares but this is my creative outlet sooooooooooo
Here’s the start of a story I’m writing called. “Salem Witch Commite”.
P.O.V Narrator
Witches have been around for millenniums. Long before the Salem witch trials, but since then they have been hidden in the shadows, and whether you like it or not, they've been watching. They are not the only ones, amongst the witches are the creatures of nightmares demons and their underlings. Over the decades' witches have been forgotten, misinterpreted, and even fetishized. Nowadays the witches' numbers have been reduced to a misly 105, and that is on a global scale. with these low numbers, these witches have created a coven, the Salem witch committee. this committee fights everything their ancestors were burned and drowned for, mostly demons. this coven has 7 locations each consisting of 15 members, each is found in a different continent. now on to their legend
P.O.V: Blair
"We should totally go get our palms read together!" says the lady from across the street. "You know all those places are shams right?" says her companion "Ya but it'll be fun. So you free next Saturday?" "Hey, weirdo what have a told you about starring at people through the window of my favorite coffee shop," Jade says while waving my Vienna coffee in front of my face. "That it's wrong and if I keep doing it we might get kicked out and or banned indefinitely," "Exactly now cut that shit out and drink you crappy coffee," "Fine," Now if you can't tell from my name I'm a witch and so is my best friend jade we live in Boston and we and a bunch of others are apart of the Salem witch committee "hey, can get out of here I'm getting bored," I say as I dramatically fall deeper into the booth we're sitting in. "Sure, come on lazy bones!" she says while slowly pulling me from the corner of the booth. as we silly walk towards the door, we come face to face with the disgustingly handsome Alec. "Oh, h-hey Alec what are you doing here," Who jade is crushing on big time. "Oh hey guys just picking up my mobile order," "Oh well we could wait fo-" "yeah well we're actually just heading out, so see you at the clubhouse," I interrupt while pulling Jade past them. "What the hell was that all about?" "Sorry I just could not watch you drool over them any longer," "I don't know what you're talking about," "Yeah, sure dipshit,"
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P.O.V: Blair
*Ding* *Ding* “as the clock strikes 12 the witching begins,” Tristen says, trying to sound all cool and shit. “Its noon,” Jessica retorts back. “Shut up I know just… let me take roll, Jessica,” “here,” “Jade,” “here,” “Issac,” “here,” “Alec,” “here,” “Blair,” “here,” “Joan,” “here,” “Jeremy,” “here,” “Eric,” “here,” “Taylor,” “here,” “Malissa,” “here,” “Marcus,” “here,” “Olie,” “here,” “Alex,” “here,” “D.J,” “here,” “And of course I, Tristen, is here. Now on to some serious business we have a job. Our sources say that a family in Maryland has been hexed. It should be an in and out job so I’m only sending 3 of you Jade, Alec, and Blair,” What? I understand why he would send Jade and me, we have great teamwork. But. Jade and Alec. We all see how they act around each other. They act like they’re in love while at the same time constantly saying that the other does not have a crush on them yet still being extremely obvious with their crush. Did I do something wrong? Cause last time I checked, I did nothing to warrant the cruel and unusual punishment of being their third wheel. But here I am sitting in the back of Alec’s car watching them laugh at another one of Jades’ flirty jokes. I hate it here.
“Here we are ladies, 8052 Marigold ln, Burkittsville Maryland,” Alec says while parallel parking in front of a fairly new house. “Are you sure no one’s home. If we break-in and someones in there it’s gon get real awkward real quick,” Jade says while picking the front doors lock. “Yeah, Tristen said he checked the traffic cameras 3 times and their security systems 5 times. Isn’t that right Alec,” “Yep,” Once Jade gets the door unlocked we move our things to the kitchen table. Once everything is set up we split up to cleanse the house I take the main floor, Alec takes the upper floor, and Jade takes the basement. “1,2,3 let’s get hexy,” we all say in unison. Yeah, I know its cringe but it’s lowkey funny. I light my blue sage and start wandering around my floor. I enter what seems to be a little girls room I am overwhelmed with a dark menacing feeling. As I walk farther into the room I watch as the smoke from the blue sage flows towards the closet. As I inch towards the closet I find the owner of the room. Whats seems to be a little blonde girl, no older than 10, is sitting in the front corner of her closet. Which is odd since Tristen said there was no one home. Hopefully, she doesn’t call her parents. I reach to turn her over and once I do my heart drops. I come face to face with a little girl whose skin has been ripped off her face and neck, and as I watch the blood dry I notice that one of her eyes has been removed while the other seems to have her eye burnt. As I continue to stare I feel my breath start to hitch, that’s when I knew I had to alert my friends. So my dumbass decided to scream which I guess got the point across.
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P.O.V: Jade
Damn, they have a pretty small basement looks like I got the long end of the stick. Sage? Lit. Bad energies? Gone. Dangerous entities? Removed. Hotel? Trivago. Now that that’s done all that’s left to do is to hide some selenite and meditate. “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” what the fuck was that? Who just screamed. I rush up the stairs not even worrying about the fact that I just dropped a handful of selenite on to the floor. I start sprinting around the main floor when I see Blair sitting in front of the closet in a little girl’s room. She seems scared which is weird for Blair. Wow, shes even shaking. “Hey. Hey! Look at me. You are okay everything is going to be fine. Now tell me what’s got you so spooked babe,” I say while gently caressing her hands. She then moves one hand out of my grip and points towards the closet. I then turn my head to see the horrific murder scene for a little girl. “Ah shit, it’s okay everything is okay,” I say trying to reassure her. “Who screamed,” Alec says while barging in armed with their lucky swiss army knife. “Yeah, Alec everything is fine. Blair just found the massacred carcass of a little girl so shes a little shaken up about it,” “What do you mean massacred, holy shit. How did this even happen no one has been home,” They say while taking a closer look at the body. “ And by the looks of how much blood has dried, she would have had to be dead for at least an hour,” The lights cut out. “That would be my doing,” says a dark and eerie voice from all around us. “Blair get up we need the power of 3,” She stands up and we all hold hands. Alec turns on their flashlight and shines it on the floor for us all to see. For some reason, the floor is engulfed in a black goo like substance that is flowing in our direction. Alec uses their light to find the source by following the flow. Once the light reaches the door we become face to face with a being of absolute darkness. A tall, oddly humanly shaped, drippy being with bright orange eyes is staring at us and is smiling, and just as I thought I couldn’t get any worse it opens its mouth to let the little girl’s eye drop out. “Sorry just wanted a little snack before damning all of humanity to something worse than death,” it says quite obnoxiously. “ Who do you think you are,” Alec barks out. It seems to appear right in front of our faces just to say “Not who but what. A demon to be exact but for tonight I will just be your worst nightmare,” And before I knew it the only sound I could register was *bu dump..bu dump..bu dump..bu dump...bu dump...bu dump….bu dump…..bu dump……..* I look to my left to see that the demon had bludgeoned Alecs Heart out and the sound I was hearing was their heart dying. Before I could even utter a single word the demon looked at us and said “You’re next,” and before I knew it Blair was pulling us out of the room and all I could do was cry and call out to Alec as if they were still alive. Blair and I turn a corner and I can feel something grip on to my leg and as I feel myself being dragged down the hall I see Blair start to sob.
I also started drawing the characters so here’s the first finished one
That’s all for today
Day 9 of turning different candies into girls today is boom boom pow
Pop rocks
And yes I am aware I made her into a big titty goth gf
Day 8 of turning different candies into girls today is sour patch kids
It might just be me but does anyone else get bad bitch vibes from her
Day 7 of turning different candies into girls today we are getting cute and cuddly with gummy bears
Cual prefieren??? El 1 o el 2 ???
Which do you prefer??? 1 or 2???
Destcember Day 31: Make A Wish
"Look, it's a shooting star! Make a wish."
"I thought that the Vanguard told us all not to do that anymore, after the Ahamkara kept using it to secretly grant Guardians wishes against their will."
"Don't worry about that. They were all killed in the Great Hunt, remember? It is completely safe now."
"Fine, I suppose you are right. What should I wish for?"
"It really doesn't matter. Just think of a wish and think hard about it."
"Ok.
...There, I made a wish. Is it just me, or are your gauntlets a bit shinier? And do you hear that quite, raspy laughter?"
"Hehe. I'm sure your just imagining things."
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Wow, that was the last one. Thanks to @destcember for the great prompts and thanks to everyone for reading! Happy New Years.
Destcember Day 30: New Vistas
Of all the places that I have been, perhaps the one that awed me the most my first time being there was Mara Sov's throne world, specifically the Queen's Court. It was such a beautiful sight, looking out past the edge of the universe and seeing. I stood there for as long as I could, until Mara started less than subtly suggesting that I should leave. It isn't just her Court that is beautiful. While I was Dûl Incaru, what I saw of the rest of her throne world looked like it would be almost as awe inspiring as her Court once the damage Oryx did is repaired. If we ever manage to end all of the wars we are fighting, maybe I will be able to find myself a place with such a view. Perhaps a little home on Pluto, without any light pollution to obscure my view. Or, if I can master enough kinds of magic, I could carve myself out a bit of the ascendant plane. Hell, even the Drifter managed to get himself a slice to store his Taken monsters in, as small and ramshackle as it may be. Yeah, I think I'll look into that. Surely all that killing that I have had to do recently must be good for something.
Destcember Day 29: Curse
Honestly, I think that humanity is cursed. Not the kind of curse that the Dreaming City is facing, mind you. No, I am referring to something much more subtle and intangible. At least in the Dreaming City, we know its source and can eventually find a solution. The curse that I'm talking about is more of a string of bad luck. A sort of twisting of fate that has landed us all in an almost impossibly bad situation. Just think about it. In only a few centuries, we went from several billion to just a few million people. We went from fully covering our planet and beginning to extend outward to a single city. We are now fighting at least four wars, depending on how you count, and are at war with every single alien species that we have encountered. The only being that has not tried to kill us is the Traveler, and it is currently more or less in a coma and it was the one that attracted most of our problems. In addition to all of the perpetual wars that we are fighting, a new, potentially world ending catastrophe pops up every every few months. One of our enemies suddenly has a new, stronger, more ruthless leader; or gains a new source of power; or one of their previously unknown plans, years in the making, is about to come to fruition. It has happened at least half a dozen times just since I was revived a few years ago and I assume it will keep happening indefinitely. Despite everything, I am still hopeful. I believe that we will break the curse on the Dreaming City, and then we will break the curse on humanity. And if we fail, then at least we can die trying.
Destcember Day 28: Ironborn
I was born three times in my life. Once of flesh, once of iron, and once of Light.
My first birth was of flesh. This is the one that I know least about. I know that I was born a human boy, with parents and a family. I likely had a home. All of that is gone now. I cannot remember anyone or anything from that time, not even the way I looked.
My second birth was of iron. Taken from my human body and turned into and exo. I cannot be sure why I did it or how, but I think it was a choice that I made of my own free will. If I did choose it, it would have been to extend my life or to improve myself. That seems like what I would have done, if I were the same person then as I am now, which I am not entirely sure of.
My last birth was of Light. Revived as a guardian to serve humanity and live my third life. Thankfully, this life at least I can remember. Though my life ends almost daily, it never truly does, thanks to the power of the Light and my ghost. Since it is the one that I live now, it is the one that matters most, but if I were given a choice, I would learn all I could about my other two lives.
So, I was born three times. Born, reborn, reborn. Human, Exo, Guardian. Flesh born, Ironborn, Lightborn.
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Sorry for the brevity and below average quality. I had an extremely busy day today and didn't have much free time to work on this.
Destcember Day 26: Sweet Dreams
Every time I sleep I have the same dream. I doesn't matter if I take a five minute nap or sleep for twelve hours, I dream of this and nothing else. I am standing in the a field of purple millet, stretching as far as I can see. There is a cool breeze at my back, pushing me forward. Behind me is the setting sun. In front of me is a tower, reaching up above the clouds. It is not The Tower, but is somehow just as familiar, even though I have no memory of ever being here while awake. I have to walk towards the tower, because the dream will never end otherwise. I have tried standing still, walking away, and even having Yew wake me up as soon as I fall asleep, but I only wake up once I walk into the tower. After a few minutes of walking, I reach a clearing. Across from me, the ornate doors of the tower stand, both imposing and inviting. But between myself and the doors, there is a massive yew tree, glowing slightly from within. Beneath the shade of its branches, there is a wooden table, two chairs, and a chess board, set just as I left it last time, white for me and black for her. Sitting across the table, reading a book and waiting for me, is the ahamkara Ephialtes. I have never seen her reading the same book twice and I have never found or heard of any of the books while awake, but she assures me they are all real. She doesn't always look the same, but across all her forms she retains her startlingly purple eyes and slightly too sharp teeth. Sometimes we talk, sometimes we play, but always she tries to strike a deal. Usually I refuse, but on a rare occasion, we can come to an agreement. Once we are done or I get tired of talking, I walk through the tower doors and wake up. I used to dream of other things, but I traded that away in our first deal. Hers were the strongest of the bones that I had collected, her whispers invading every waking thought while I was anywhere nearby. But, she was too knowledgeable and powerful, so it would have been an unbearable loss to rid myself of her. So I made her a deal. She would no longer whisper to me without consent and would use her power to suppress the whispers from the rest of my collection, and in return, she could inhabit my dreams, negotiating with me every night, and I wouldn't put her bones inside a silver lined safe and drop it into the Mariana Trench. She agreed and now I dream of this and nothing else. It isn't all bad. My old dreams were not that great and Ephialtes isn't bad company, if a bit manipulative. Enjoy your dreams, if you can. Sweet dreams.
Destcember Day 25: Gift
It took me all year, but I've managed to find the perfect Dawning gift for everyone and today is the day I give them all out. I start in the Tower and work outward. For Ikora, I got a new bond. I had an amazing tailor in the City modify one of Cayde's old capes that I found in one of his caches. For Amanda, I got a new set of wrenches and engine that I salvaged from a Fallen skiff. For Banshee, I got a new gun repair kit and several interesting Dark Age guns from the Drifter. I gave the Drifter a few pieces of the Vex's Black Heart that I have been saving to research, since he is so interested in the Darkness, and a few cookies. I just met Ada recently, so all I could think to get her was as many of the pages from her book as I could reclaim from the Scourge Syndicate. I had gotten Eris a new wrap for eyes, but I guess that it will have to wait until I find her.
From there, I went out into the rest of the system. For Devrim, I got an assortment of rare teas from the City and the Reef. For Asher, I got him a sleeve for his human arm and metal polish mixed with a slight anaesthetic for his Vex arm. I also got him the core of Panoptes, which I managed to take before the simulation collapsed. Hopefully it will help with his research on a cure for his corruption. For the Spider, I found a number of the most ancient and interesting human artifacts that I could find and an intact ghost shell that I bought off the black market in the City. For Mithrax, I got the mantle of a Kell, in hopes that he will grow into it. I got Petra a fance eyepatch, a brand new knife, and panoramic picture of Mara's throne world. For Mara, and as a favor to Lord Shaxx, I brought her the bow that Shaxx bought her and his note, I found her several books of Shakespeare, including a new copy of the Tempest, and gave her my personal promise to do everything within my power to protect her reborn brother.
Finally, and most importantly, I made a brand new shell for Yew. That one was probably the most difficult one of all. To make sure that it would be a surprise, I convinced her to go on several tedious errands, taking messages for me all across the City and Tower. While she was gone, I payed Ada a small fortune in Glimmer, Shards, and favors in order to forge a nearly indistructable shell shielded by fine Black Armory metal. Then, I convinced Tess to help me make the shell aesthetically perfect and suited to Yew's tastes. It was more than worth all of the effort and cost to see her expression and happiness when I gave it to her.
I love the Dawning.
Destcember Day 22: Drifter's Gambit
The Drifter walks a fine line, a tightrope made of the sharpest razor wire. On one side lies the forces of the Light, with the forces of the Vanguard and the Man with the Golden Gun ready to strike if they suspect that he has gone too far. On the other, the forces of the Dark, ready to consume him or break his mind if he makes a mistake. If he wavers, he will fall to one side or the other. Too late to stop or turn back, he walks on, hoping to eventually reach his goal. He uses the the Dark to fight the Dark, using Guardians to kill the enemies of humanity and collect the Motes of Dark that fall from their corpses. His menagerie of constructed monsters and summoned horrors slaver to consume, accepting motes in lieu of consuming a guardian's light to turn their path of slaughter where the Drifter directs. But I've noticed however many motes he uses to conduct his games, there are always far more collected than used. I don't know what he plans for them, but I want in. I understand that it may take more than the Light to beat the Dark. So I work with the Eliksni and bargain with the Ahamkara. And I do his bounties, and earn the ranks, and bank the motes. I use weapons of the Dark Age and forged a new Weapon of Sorrow. I will earn his trust, even if it puts me on Malphur's list. Because I believe that the Drifter's Gambit will pay off, and when it does, I want to have been a part of it.
Who shall be next, because welcome to the pole of