Other Whimsical Writings of a Whacky Wag

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☺☻Hello and welcome! ☻☺

In this thread are random writings that I have done, whether it be Prompts, Poems, some Snippets of original content, or Roleplay/Writing Projects I made either for others or myself.
If you see any grammatical errors or spellings, please feel free to correct! Also open to constructive criticism.
Would like to improve my writing in English.

Without my further ado....

Enjoy!

 

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Prompt: "We need to get out of here, this place isn't cursed...It's radioactive!"
Genre: Medieval

A luminescent blue light surrounded the room after Wembly --the squat, short, portly gnome joined by a group of dwarves -- swung away at the cave walls with his pickaxe. He gawked at the shiny beam of light radiating through the hole he made. "Ooo, shiny" Wembly whispered loudly as he attempted to touch the new made hole, but a burly dwarf known as Bromidar with a long braided red beard that went to his knees swatted Wembly's pudgy hands away. "Wembly, no." The dwarf said with a stern face. "Okay Mid, I won't." "Stop...Don't call me that" Bromidar glared at Wembly. "What? I thought it was a cool nickna---"

Bromidar the burly dwarf put his finger up to Wembly's mouth to shush him, then rapidly turnt to the rest of the beard of dwarves. "We need to get out of here, this place isn't cursed...It's radioactive!" The dwarf exclaimed, but tried to maintain a calm, cool front despite fidgeting a bit. There were sounds of gasping and muttering that arose amongst the group. "What are we to DO Bromidar?!" one of the dwarves named Squelchy squeaked as he dramatically fainted into another dwarves arms.

Bromidar sighed and shook his head. "We just need to talk to the alchemist in town and get out of --- DAMNIT WEMBLY!" Wembly had stuck his finger in the hole and took it out. His finger turnt to a glowy, violet hue and soon turnt his entire skin purple. "Look! I look like a blueberry!" Wembly said chuckling with amusement wiggling his appendages, looking rather pleased with himself.

"You fool!! You're infected now! Oh my -- what is mother going to say..." Bromidar felt flustered and his face fell. His family took in Wembly when he was a wee little...well...Littler gnome, but was treated like the rest of the dwarves. At first the others weren't too keen on having an outsider just walk into their lives, and were about to riot, but a then-young Bromidar reassured them by saying "Hey, at least he's not a knife-eared fool".

The rest of the rock-brained dwarves pondered that for a very brief moment and thought "Oh yeah, the knife ears are pompous, scum who parade around in their strange tighty-whitey attire and have no more brain than stone...Everyone knows us dwarves are LOADED with stones. What lithe lanky miscreants they were." They scowled at the idea of any silly willy knife-ear even THINKING of stepping foot into their land.

"Is that really how it went? Also, why are you guys so racist towards elves?" questioned Wembly as he saw the flashback that Bromidar was thinking as he pondered on what to tell their mother what happened to Wembly in case he were to pass away. "Wait, what are you talking about?" an astonished and flabbergasted Bromidar inquired. "Idk, ever since I turnt into this giant, glowing, blueberry, I can hear what you were thinking about".

Bromidar gasped as his mouth fell to the ground. His adopted brother was INDEED inflated and did look like a giant blueberry.
"Okay...Let's just...Let's just go home Wembly. CREW, PUSH THE PURPLE LAD! GNOME MORE ROAMING AROUND!"

"Do we HAVE to?" the short, hairy men asked, groaning. "I don't want to get infected by that FREAK!" squeaked up Squelchy, who MAGICALLY wasn't passed out anymore. Though, Squelchy was known to exaggerate and tell cock-and-bull stories occasionally.

"SHUT YEE MOUTHS, AND GNOME MORE EXCUSES"

The forge of dwarves groaned at the awful puns and obliged to the leader's request, but decided to lasso Wembly with a rope and dragged him out of the cave, as no one else wanted to become a colossal indigo-coloured vaccinium darrowii like that stoneless gnome who always tagged along with Bromidar like a lost whelp.

 

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Poem: Ode to a Vivacious Dog
Genre: Death
Context: I made this poem for a friend who was grieving the lost of her pet dog

Mirthful, playful, and vivacious
He ran around and was courageous
In his youth, he loved to swim
As he grew older, he preferred to stay in
With his beautiful heart and cordial disposition
He made the world feel easier to live in
Though he felt enervated and tired as the years went by, he had a doting family whom he devoted his time.

You can tell that love radiated within him
Albeit, some may say his light went dim --
But that is not true! Because he lives within
The many, marvelous memories he created at home
Never once in his life did he feel alone
He would not want you to blame yourself
You gave him SO many jubilant years, to be exact -- twelve
It's time for him to leave and I'm sure if he were here,
He would tell you...
"I love you"
In a voice most sincere

 

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Snippet #1: Untitled
Genre: Sci-Fi Mafia
Context: Someone asked me what roleplay was, and I was trying to show them the different types of roleplay, so I dug this out the inner depths of...uh...somewhere in retrieved this gobbledeegook from my brain.

“𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯…” 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. “𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝... 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝. “𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘! 𝐂’𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐖!!” 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

“𝙊𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮.”

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐅*𝐂𝐊-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄?”

“𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙖—“

“𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘? 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 —-“

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜… 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎…

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎-𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢’𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍… 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢’𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛…𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢 “𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖” 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢’𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

 

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Writing Project: Omegatropolis
Genre: Sci-Fi, Modern, City
Context: Someone requested assistance with creating their futuristic city that they called "Omegatropolis:, so I did the writing and came up with some activities. Not a full-on roleplay, but more of a writing project.

Cryogenic Chambers (n00b zone)

Thick, white clouds of smoke billowed from out of the enclosure you laid your body in. The smoke made you cough and you felt a little light headed. You attempted to look out from the enclosure you were in, but could only see thick clouds of smoke. Where were you? Why were you in this container? Is anyone else here or are you alone? What is going on?

A voice tempestuously interrupted the thoughts circling around in your head.

"Welcome to Omegatropolis!" it said in a chirpy, cheery voice that didn't quite sound human. It sounded... a bit like an A.I. voice.

Was someone pranking you and using Siri's voice?

Before you could ask any questions, a robotic arm grabs you and holsters you out of the small, pocketed area that seemed to fit your body cozily, as though it was built for you. Now that you’re out of the smoke, you see a room filled with other chambers and a small robot peering up at you. You cleared your throat and attempted to speak, but no sound came out.

"Oh, since you just got out of the cryogenic chamber, there are some side-effects you may feel" chirped the jubilant robot while looking through some information with a holographic device. "Some side affects me include: dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, temporary muteness, constipation, explosive diarrhea and short-term memory loss" the robot rattled.

"By the way, I am robot #808813, but some humans like to call me 'Bobbie' for some reason". the robot enthusiastically said as it gestured you to follow it. "I have to go report back to my commander soon, but I can take you over to our library. The library assistance will be able to assist you with anything you need. If they are unable to, you can always reach out to the head librarian, Ms. Cerulia. It's a bit rare if we do catch her --- she's usually quite busy or sticking her head in a book somewhere else -- out of sight from everyone."

You follow Bobbie out of the building you were in before and peer out at the vast city that lies ahead of you.

 

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Writing Project: Omegatropolis Citizens​

Library​

::Head Librarian::

Cerulia {{Alien}}

"She is known to be one of the most knowledgeable beings in all of Omegatropolis"

::Library Assistants:: (Android Aliens)

::Ideas::

• FAQ section [Commonly asked questions]
• What is Omegatropolis?
• Who is the Mayor?
• What can we do here? (Explain what each facility does)
• Other questions
• Bookclub -- held once a month every 1st Sunday! (just an example)
• Weekly Facts - Will share weekly facts about authors & books!
• Daily - Will share what National Holiday it is and give either a riddle, joke, or meme of the day.

Theater​

::Theater owner:: - Thaddeus

"He's always seen smiling...even when he's angry"

::Theater Assistants:: - ((Was thinking of anagram names like "Lucas & Claus", "Cyril & Lyric", "Byron & Robyn", "Jean-Luc & LeCajun" or "Noel & Leon"))

"Thaddeus' twin sons who are never seen without the other."

Ideas​

• Trivia night! Ask XX amount of questions on [XYZ day of the week]. Highest number of votes get's to pick what movie for us to watch on movie night.
• Movie night! (All go watch the same movie and come back to discuss it after OR watch together on discord? -- Look into adding a Discord group if wanted?)
• Movie/Shows News -- post 1 topic weekly about upcoming movies or daily post of what shows you have been watching lately

Sports/Fitness Center​

:: Dojo Owner:: - Jin Li

"He's never seen not training"

:: Dojo Assistant:: - Barry

"Rumour has it...he might have been a bouncer at an infamous club before and wiped out an entire gang."

Fitness Regime - Talk about your Fitness routine! What's it like?

Sports Updates - Post scores from your favourite teams

Tavern/Bar​

::Bartenders::

"You can talk to any bartender about anything! They happens to know the hottest news and juicy gossip"

News - Share any hot news you got with the bartenders! (People are welcomed to post news content, rules may apply for what kind of new is allowed in Omegatropolis)

Food - Share recipes and talk about your favourite food & drinks (whether alcoholic or not!)

::Bard/Musician::

"The bards/musicians can play ANY song you desire that you miss from Earth!"

Music - Either share daily or weekly your favourite songs or what you're currently listening to.

Music Info - Share music from games, movies, shows, new albums, etc.

::Nomad/Traveller::

"Whenever he comes, he always brings back a souvenir from a strange land he has recently visited"

Culture - Talk about things pertaining to other cultures, whether it be language, food, news, or habits, etc.

Unused Characters/Undecided...yet

((More robot designs: https://www.behance.net/gallery/87250115/Robot-Garden ))

 

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Writing Project: Beasts of the Ring
Genre: Medieval Fantasy
Context:
This was entered in for a job position -- didn't get it, however, I have permission to upload the writing I did. Names, Locations, and Title of project have been modified. The original prompts have been slightly modified to change the names and locations. I found the images to go along with the story lol. Also note, the races are DnD based.

Setting

Location - Terrandeus

Prompt: ❝It is said that long ago, it was the meeting place for the Gods banquets. Considered a mysterious forest which none dare to harm, it is filled with energy of the fey & ancient treants who guard their realm.❞

Image Source: Deep in the Forest lighting scenarios - John Teodoro
Leaves rustled as the wind blew gently through the forest. While entering the outset, there appeared to be no other living organisms around. However, the creatures of the forest were all around the area, merely concealing their existence. The treants were tree-like creatures who could easily pretend to be one with the woodland. The fey, from far away, appeared to be fireflies floating around the forest.

Many moons ago, it was known that this forest was a place where the Gods would meet for a banquet. This banquet area was deep within the forest, well hidden away and out of sight of mere mortals. Only those who the faes and the treants deemed worthy would reveal themselves to them. Mere mortals who would pass this forest did not dare steal, loot, nor harm any of the creatures of the forest. As these creatures could prove to be brutal when necessary.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••❅───✧❅✦❅✧──•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅••❅───✧❅✦❅✧──
Story Prompt
"The Party finds that the children of new sanctum and surrounding areas have been abducted by a band of Red Orks & the Gxxxxxx Shaman during a night raid."


Bright, red flames engulfed the buildings in the quiet starry night of New Sanctum, until it slowly reduced to rubble. There were no other sounds that night, as the survivors stared crestfallen at the place they once called home and built together...crumbled before their feet.

A father amongst the survivors group fell to his knees as he tried to stifle his sobbing. He clutched the only remanent he had left of his son, which was a stuffed bunny rabbit that his son would sleep with every night, given to his son by his late-wife. An older gentlemen came over to his side and placed a hand on his shoulder.



"C...chief" the tiefling father on his knees said in a barely audible voice as he looked up at the silver-haired older gentleman. "F-first my dear Karisa... A-and...now..." He trailed off, looking defeated. He felt like crying. He felt like screaming. He felt like punching something. He was angry at the world, but he could not longer do anything. His body began to go limp and he nearly fainted. The chief tiefling with silver-hair caught him.

"You have to be strong, Caemorn!" The older tiefling said sternly as he held Caemorn firmly. "You weren't the only one who lost...Karisa was my daughter, and now my grandson Haedrix..." The chief sighed.



"I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't protect your daughter, Dispater, I... I mean chief" said Caemorn faintly.

"It's okay son... we'll find Haedrix." Said Dispater.

Luckily, the party once known as the "Beasts of the Ring", who were known for their legendary performers in the gladiator arena arrived on time to rescue a few of them before the buildings crumbled.

Unfortunately, the monsters who called themselves "Orks" came and abducted the children of New Sanctum for reasons unknown to the townsfolk. What could those red creatures who's fascination with flames have interest in small, feeble and innocent beings? What could they possible want them for? Why did they leave them alive? So many questions left unanswered.



"Do you know which way those Orks went?" Asked the aassimir monk named Gorzin, who spoke through clenched teeth with his eyebrows furrowed. He could NOT bare to see such barbaric acts go unpunished. He vowed to wipe every evil being he encountered and deliver justice.



Dispater, the Tiefling chief of New Sanctum from the group of survivors stepped forward with a somber look on his face. "We don't know but ..." He gestured behind the monk "If you ask the Tree of Ancients...they could give you the answer you're looking for."



"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go crush them!" Growled the tall Goliath warrior known as Helga who wielded a giant spear, ready to dive into battle at anytime.

"S-shouldnt we first make sure w-we have everything we need?..." Said the short, pudgy paladin, Gerard in a timid voice wringing his hands. He became a paladin, hoping it would help him become more courageous, but he struggled from time to time.



"Gerard is right" retorted Torvanok, the aarocroka artificier. "We can't just demand answers from the tree of ancients. According to this script I read, there are 3 trials we must pass first in order to be worth to receive help..." He trailed off as he became to read to himself.

The crew argued amongst themselves on whether they should head face on or wait to gather materials that they hardly noticed that Azura hasn't spoken a word till they all turned to her.



"What do you think we should do Azura?" Asked Gorzin as all eyes fell on the tiefling bard.



Azura sat on a tree branch a few feet away from the crew, and had a far away look in her eyes and gazed at the now burnt down city from up above. She had founded New Sanctum alongside a few other refugee tieflings. Over time, the city grew twice the size before she left on an adventure. She remembered how hard life was before New Sanctum... Tears began to well up in her eyes as she wiped them away.



"Azura...are you okay?..." Gorzin said walking towards her. She jumped down from the tree and forced a smile on her face and gave a nervous laugh. "Well... It can't get any worse, right?" She asked. The crew fell silent, unsure of what to say until Torvanok broke the silence.



"It looks like the first trial is by the Lake of Lament" Torvanok continued "There's a riddle here too that'll help with the tr---"

Helga glared at Torvanok and covered his mouth. "Can't you read the room, birdbrain?" She snarled. Torvanok looked up from the script he was reading and scanned his surroundings "Huh?" He blinked with a confused look on his face. When Torvanok was busy reading or tinkering with gadgets, he becomes tunnel focused and ignores everything around him.



Azura let out a loud laugh and the crew looked at her with a quizzical look. "Alright, Torvanok, can you lead the way?" She wore a small smile but her eyes still had a hint of sorrow. "We can grab some food here to bring along the way too, Gerard. That should be enough prep, right? " she said with a wink. Gerard's face light up. He can't say no to food! And when they're eating, they usually take small breaks before they continued in their quest.

NOTE: aarocroka is an avian/humanoid bird race.

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Dialogue/Interactions
PoV = Point of View

Azura PoV/Storyline:

"Not you again, you filthy scoundrel!" howled a haughty man with a posh accent who wore a brilliant lavish, tyrian purple outfit, that many plebs mistaken for "red" -- as an obstreperous little tiefling giggled and stomped on the man's foot extra hard before she ran passed him.

"Guards, get her NOW!" he shrieked as he held his foot in pain. "Do we have to...?" the group of enervate guards groused. They were sick and tired of always dealing with this boisterous bawdy bard, who always managed to slip by them.

"Listen you nincompoops" said the posh man, clicking his teeth and wagging his finger in front of them. "If you did your job right the FIRST time, then the little wretched wench wouldn't have gotten away." he scolded as he crossed his arms and turned his nose upright.

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Quickly, the impudent lithe tiefling opened the door to some random hole-in-the-wall tavern. SLAM! The tiefling bard shut the door behind her loudly, while clutching her chest trying to catch her breath. The recollected herself, and walked ostentatiously over to where the bar. The barmaid glared at the Tiefling after she made a flashy entrance...and in her undergarments too!

"What are the likes of you doing here?" the barmaid scowled looking the bard up and down with dismay.

"Well, hello to you do.~" the tiefling said



NOTES: I haven't gotten to the part yet, but the tiefling was half dressed after an...escapade with the princess from the description. The man with the posh accent is a duke related to that royal family who DEEPLY hates that tiefling for always getting away with everything. Also, he is VERY peculiar about fashion, and always gets into debates with other nobleman about what colour "tyrian" is, when others describe it more as a "blood red".

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Research

• Lore for "Broodmother who is sister to__ Godd(ess) of _
  • Demonology: Classification of demons - Wikipedia
    • Proserpina, archdiablesse, princess of evil spirits.
    • Lilith, princess of succubi.
• Nobility rankings: What's The Difference Between The Noble Ranks? - Royal Titles - Genuine Titles of Nobility
• Tyrian Purple:
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  • Note: Just thought it would kind of fit, since the is a place called "Tyr" and wanted to build upon the world, by adding small details such as the types of outfits and such the royals wear.
  • Source: Shades Of Purple: +50 Purple Colors with Hex Codes
• Tiefling Naming : Male and female Tiefling names: find a fitting name for your character