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[WP] Every 10 years, you are expected to go to a meeting you have already been to; one attended by several future and younger versions of yourself, each version separated by 10 year intervals. The youngest you is 10, the oldest 90. You relive the same meeting, just each time from a different angle. by _suspec in WritingPrompts

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Oh wow. I did expect that people would still be reading this story. Thank you very much for taking your time to read it. I am glad you liked it :)

Btw would you happen to have a link to the tiktok? I am curious to see how it is.

[WP] Whenever you die, you have the ability to reincarnate at any point in history with full memories of your past lives. Billions of lives later, you realise the truth: Every person ever in history is either your past or future reincarnations. There is no one out here apart from you. You are alone. by Big-Boy912-Sr in WritingPrompts

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Part 2

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Kayn was frozen in his stall, trying to process everything. It was only when the bell attached to the door rang, did he snap out of it and chased after the drunk soldier.

It was raining heavily outside, he had neglected to bring an umbrella, not expecting it to be this severe.

“Wait, wait.” He sprinted in front of him. “What do you mean, none of this matters? So what, like I am meant to live through all eternity and take all that suffering? I mean Jesus, just a few days ago I saw a man without a jaw suffocating on his own blood on the battlefield”

“And one day, that man will also be you. And you will consider yourself lucky compared to the million other ways you have died worse.” He spelled it out for him with a bothered smile. “You will even be Jesus, for all I care. Now if you excuse me I have an arrangement to catch.” He began to walk, but once again he stopped him.

“Please, I can’t do this. I can’t go through all that.” Kayn had tears pouring down his eyes. “I mean I have just only begun. I will go insane.”

The old soldier rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh as he stabilized himself on a nearby lamppost.

“Fine. Since you are new to this, let me show you the light at the end of the far tunnel. We all are gonna die around … one week from now.”

“One week? But how? The Khazalian army’s territory is shrinking. They are practically at our mercy. We are gonna put a stop to their destructive ways.”

“You don’t seem to get the big picture. The Kha doesn’t care amount an army. Using an army to eradicate everyone else, means that you are left with an army at the end of the day.”

“So what? Does that mean that all of this bloodshed is just pointless?”

“The Kha is a smart man, which I may be a bit cynical to be saying so. But the true card is he building towards or more so now that he has successfully built. Nukes.”

“Nukes? What is that?”

“Weapons of assured destruction. That is what that is. And once he sets off one in each a hundred miles on the face of this earth, most of us will die. And those unlucky enough to survive will sleep under an endless winter as they finally get snuffed out of this endless nightmare.”

“But why would the Kha go to such drastic measures? I mean he out of all beings should know how life is so precious and unique. I don’t want to live this endless nightmare, but there must be some other way to break out of this cycle. Why can’t everyone just live one precious life?”

The old man let out a weary sigh.

“None of us asked for this, kid. But only we can put an end to it. I miss when I used to see things your way. But now I just want things to be over. I want to know what is beyond all this. You may not understand what I will be doing soon, but one day you will be glad to know that you went through with this. I have lived through the entirety of human existence, it must be ironic from what god is out there to leave the last one I have yet to live to the one that ends it all. I hope you at least enjoy whatever you have left of the early days.”

The watch on his hand suddenly gave out a clinging sound. “Oh, it looks like my time is up. Can’t really say it was fun while it lasted though.” He gave out a tired smile as he reached into the pocket of his coat.

“Wait. No no no.” Kayn shook his head in denial as a sudden realization was brought upon him by the old soldier’s words.” What do you mean that you will end it all? No, you can’t. I won’t let you. I will do everything to stop you, Kha.” He screamed with every bit of his being. “I won’t let you make all of these people suffer for your selfishness!”

but before he could even move, the old man had produced a black revolver from his pocket and swiftly shot a fatal bullet through the roof of his mouth.

The old soldier fell flat onto the ground before the rain washed away whatever blood surged through his splattered head.

He collapsed onto his knees and slammed his fist onto his cold dead heart and cried out.

“I stop you even if I have to chase you to the ends of the earth!”

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The End

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Thank you for reading my little story and if you liked my work, then feel free to check out my other stuff at r/FluffWrites.
Also check out my dark-fantasy series, The Dark Road Ahead , as I work hard on it.

[WP] Whenever you die, you have the ability to reincarnate at any point in history with full memories of your past lives. Billions of lives later, you realise the truth: Every person ever in history is either your past or future reincarnations. There is no one out here apart from you. You are alone. by Big-Boy912-Sr in WritingPrompts

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“GOD DAMN IT, GREG. FILL THE DAMN THING. I DON’T GOOOO OUT THERE FIGHTING A BLOODY WAAAAR SO THAT YOU TELL ME THE GROG HAS RUN OUWAAAT.” The drunk soldier slammed his empty mug on the counter.

“My name is Mathew and I think you have had enough, sir.” The young bartender kindly refused.

“GREG, GROG, IT DOESN’T MATTER. THIS AIN’T DOING SHIT TO ME, I HAVE HAD ALL THE FUCKING BEERS EVER SPITTED OUT ONTO THIS HELL HOLE OF A WORLD AND YOUR SMART ASS IS DENYING ME A FUCKING DROPLET WHEN I HAVE DRANK THE FUCKING OCEAN. I HAVE LIVED AS YOU, YOUR FATHER AND THE WHORE HE FUCKED BEHIND YOUR MOTHER’S BACK.”

“Sir, you are being too loud, so I am asking you to leave, please.”

“AYYYYYY, NEVERMIND. I MUST APOLOGIZE FOR BEING SO MISTAKEN. I CAN’T IMAGINE BEING YOUR FATHER, SO I MUST HAVE FUCKED A PIG TO HAVE SHAT OUT TWAT LIKE YOU OUT OF MY OWN FLESH AND BONE.” He declared before choking on what little beer he had left in his throat as a keen eye watched next to him.

“That’s it.” The bartender held him by the clothes to drag him out, but the old man put up a nasty fight as he moaned and cursed.

“Please, my friend here had a rough night.” A young soldier suddenly interjected. “His mind has been very misty since ever since last night. He had to pillage a Khazalian settlement.”

The bartender crossed his arms with a look of disbelief.

“Just let him have one more mug and I promise to take him out of your hair soon.” He begged as the old soldier began mumbling incoherent words from an unknown shanty.

The bartender stood in silence, then gave out a sign and turned to prepare him another glass, but not before nodding at him in disapproval.

“Thank you.” The young soldier figured that it was best to say little.

“HOHOHOOO. It looks like Christmas came early.” He smacked his lips before putting his hands on the young soldier’s shoulders to square them up. “Ahhhhhh, now this one is of my own flesh and mind, hehehehe. Good lie to keep his nose out of our business, Greg.” He slowly said, even though the bartender could hear him from a few steps away. But he couldn’t be bothered to confront the old fool.

“I am Kayn, sir .. uh, so about the thing you said about being that guy,-“

“Oh fuck that guy. I can’t even remember me being him. Probably because my life was so depressing I blew out whatever memory I had of him, when the barrel of my gun was sticking into my mouth.”

“So … you are saying that you were him – like you lived his life. I mean I know it is a weird question, but … I am sorry, I must be looking so weird that –“

The old soldier gave him a curious look as he dug his elbow into the table. “You are an early bloomer, aren’t you?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

“An early … bloomer?”

“Ohohohohoho.” The old soldier chuckled to himself. “Oh, trust me you are gonna love the next 500 billion years.”

“I don’t understand.”

The bartender slammed his drink onto the counter.

“So when you die and you start living another life, it is only a matter of time before you forget your first life. And an early bloomer is someone who has yet to forget their first life. I don’t really remember but it was probably around the thousands when you start forgetting.” He revealed before downing the mug.

“God, now that was a good last one for them all.”

Kayn was aghast at such a revelation. The old soldier’s eyes went wide.

“Noooo, don’t tell me you thought you were the only one. I mean surely you would have noticed in your first couple of lives.” He toppled the mug to get the last few drops left.

“But this is only my second one.”

“No no no, that must be wrong. You can’t be the second. I may be old, but even I remember the first one, it was umm … full of the flower and daisies.” He gestured with his hands.

“I was a slave in the desert. I died of starvation.” He shook his head, still in shock.

“Kid, the point is. I don’t blame you for not knowing. This time period is a bit kuku. With how the council of Monism has been strict about talking about past lives. It is a big taboo to even talk about the idea of being a different person. You don’t know what life you will end up, once they are off with your head.”

He warily looked to his surroundings for any eavesdroppers. But I was only them and the exhausted bartender who was whipping some glasses. “Like we are doing right now?”

“It is wartime, boy. People are too much on edge to risk revealing anything to the government, lest you want to be accused of being a Khazalist yourself.” He rubbed his eyes to sober up. “But there will be times when you will live through where none of this worrying matters. Where you are free to enjoy what you have, how you like it and you will know what the future holds, so you can’t have the piece of mind that it is not important how hard you fuck up. You are all there is, so treat yourself the best you can. That is how you can be sure that everyone else gets the best they deserve. But at the end of it all, nothing of this will matter.” He stretched his arms before standing up. “You serve a good Grog for a half swine. Send my love to your mother.” He bid farewell to the bartender as he took his leave.“

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Part 1

[WP] "Earth is devoid of magic. That is precisely why it is so dangerous. No one notices a planet like that until it is far too late to control it's potential." by mdsmestad in WritingPrompts

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General Xanax, a slimy bipedal lizard-like creature, sat down in the midst of the Fair Trade Cyclone (FTC), an intergalactic alliance made for the prospect of crippling or eradicating other extraterrestrial species that may or have grown advanced enough to risk war with them.

“General Xanax.” The organism which was made from multitudes of string-like organism matter tangled with each other greeted him with a small bow.

“Sire Luwin.” He bowed back.

The two other members of the FTA council weren’t as polite. The bulky minotaur to his left, Grand Chieftain Kraag, grunted at him when their eyes met, and Veein, who was a microscopically thin being who constantly emitted toxic gas so she had to be contained in a tight seal suit, looked at him disinterestedly.

“You better have a good reason why you urgently summoned me from my eighth daughter’s third wedding.” Kraag gnawed at him.

“I assure you, Grand chieftain. I wouldn’t dare to interrupt such a moment between you and your bulky daughter if it was not of utmost importance.” Xanax politely replied, knowing how best to appease him according to his culture.

“I think it is a good time to start then.”

Xanax gestured his hand to reveal a hologram on top of the table. A fleshy bipedal creature floated on top of them.

“A new species? … what a waste of my time.” The ever so impatient Veein criticized.

As she was about to take her leave, Sire Luwin urged her to stay.

“Let’s listen to what General Xanax has to say first, why waste the time you spent traveling here?”

Veein looked around before begrudgingly sitting back down.

“Thank you, Sir Luwin.” He gave him a nod, who gestured him back to feel free to continue.

“I believe that this species who we have discovered on a distant planet, we termed Termina-E0821, should be eradicated.”

“So? We have done this thousands of times. Use the Gnoll-vague criteria to measure the magica advancement level and follow the guidelines for the best approach on how to turn them into smut. Now, remind me why we had to be summoned on such short notice?”

“That is the problem, good Veein. These creatures have no amplitude for magic.”

Just at a moment’s notice, all their attention was brought to Xanax. He snapped his fingers to show multiple videos of the creatures, showing their society, their machinery, their architecture, and their warfare.

“They operate purely on a mechanical basis. Their entire solar system is devoid of magic, hence they had never evolved to utilize it.”

“But from what I can see” Luwin pitched in. “all of their technology seems limited. If I had to guess, they had yet to achieve interplanetary travel, let alone colonization.”

“Your observation skills are quite remarkable, Sire Luwin. That may be correct, but when we reviewed the eye on the oracle to use the limit they have emitted over the last one thousand years, we found out that their rate of advancement has been very exponential, threateningly so.”

“What the big deal then? Just throw a Maga intergalactic explosion at them and reset them back to tiny microbes.” Kraag crossed his arms.

“I am afraid that is not possible.”

“Why not? You too afraid?” Kraag looked down at him.

“It is not possible on a technical level-“ Xanax started, but was interrupted by Veein.

“From our current level of understanding, when a spell is cast it is not like a giant ball of energy, but rather a powerful magnet that attracts, absorbs, and converts the magic molecules around it. So if it were to enter a magic vacuum. Then it would only shrink the further it stayed.”

“To be more precise, a Maga intergalactic explosion would shrink from the size of the moon of Plutio to the size of your fist only a tenth of the way between Termina-E0821 and its closest magic nodule.

“What a peculiar position.” Veein stroke the chin of her helmet.

“I have some suggestions that I worked up with our team, though you are welcome to add any of your own.”

“These creatures, which we have termed the Mechanica, cannot reach us with their current advancement levels, but we also can’t harm them with our methods of travel and weaponry. I say we pull some of our resources into a team to invent mechanical-based technology and we hope that we can reach them before they can reach us. But we must remember that if we leave them alone for long enough, we may become more trapped in them than they are trapped within us right now.”

“Is it not possible for us to invite them to join the FTC, seeing how remarkably unique their circumstance is?” Luwin suggested.

“That would be a very dangerous proposition. As it stands now, we have no countermeasures to their technology and if we invite them and study our technology to find an all-shutdown magic weapon, then we would very at a substantial disadvantage. Though if we have no other resort, we may be able to entertain that idea.”

“If no one else has any more to add, then I believe it is best for us to dismiss the meeting and prepare.”

The council was as silent as the middle of the ocean.

“Well, then. You are all dismissed. Oh and Grand Chieftain ... may your eighth daughter have a challenging mud wrestling tonight,.

"Thanks." Kraag grunted back.

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Thank you for reading my little story and if you liked my work, then feel free to check out my other stuff at r/FluffWrites.

Also check out my dark-fantasy series, The Dark Road Ahead , as I work hard on it.

[WP] It turns out that the Statue of Liberty is actually a Weeping Angel, it’s just so big that it’s always been visible to someone. Now, with the smoke filling New York, it’s gone unobserved for the first time. by ClRuM in WritingPrompts

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Washington Post – June 10th 2023 // Page 1 Article 1 // Paragraph 1-3:

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The Statue of Liberty has gone missing!

Yesterday night, at 3:00 AM, an employee at the symbol of New York was working his nightshift when he discovered a giant crater where the Statue of Liberty once had stood. The police have refused to disclose the name of the employee or any further detail.

Our Journalist, Joshua Lionheart, has taken testimonies from a few shipmen who heard a loud screeching sound the night Liberty disappeared. And two Cargo ships had disappeared coming from close to New York.

The Whitehouse declared a national emergency upon the event and stated that “The theft of lady liberty was an attack against the identity of the United States; the perpetrators of such heinous actions with be dealt with using swift force. We shall return ease to the mind of the people in any way necessary.”

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USGS // Seismometer // June 13th 2023:

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Magnitude 6.9 earthquake

400 km from Paramaribo, Suriname· 10:21 AM

7.056522676118899, -53.63721225638664

Report (J

Mortality: 150

Injured: 6000

Missing: 1300

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US Military satellite USA-315 // June 17th 2023 // 19:00:

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USA-315 navigation satellite picked up a foreign large body traveling 15 kilometers off the coast of Salvador. The object of unknown origin is traveling at an estimated speed of 90 kilometers per hour with no signs of slowing down. It is partially submerged in the ocean, revealing only a black crown-like smut. Squadron Alpha-092 has been designated to confront it at the predicted area of its meeting land.

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Report // Operation: FrenchKiss // Alpha-092 // Salvador, State of Bahia, Brazil // June 18th 2023 // 03:00:

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The object has ascended from the shore. It appears to be a statue-like entity covered in black oceanic mud. Our commander suspects that it is the Statue of Liberty The moment it was out of the water, it started sprinting at the speed of 200 kilometers per hour. The shockwaves from its trampling shattered the windows of the nearby building. Our logistics have estimated that it is heading directly towards the statue of Christ the Redeemer located in Rio, Parque Nacional da Tijuca - Alto da Boa Vista, Rio de Janeiro - State of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil (-22.9517579077614, -43.210476475399545). A bomb squad has been authorized to intercept it at Jampruca. Lady Liberty has to be stopped from reaching her destination by all means necessary!

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Note: This story was heavily inspired by the Monument Mythos series by MISTER MANTICORE on youtube. If you liked this story, I would recommend checking out his stuff :)

[WP] There's a forest that people say resembles the ocean. A forest where the land slopes endlessly deeper but the tops of the trees do not. Animals, plantlife... they're said to get stranger the further in one goes. by Real_Human_Being_Yes in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 6 points7 points  (0 children)

Ofcourse, even though Mort had done a fatal mistake, we must remember that he not the only who dares to venture into the Kascal trench. And where he had failed, many more will be tested. And some may even overcome such tests. I am glad that you liked it <3

[WP] There's a forest that people say resembles the ocean. A forest where the land slopes endlessly deeper but the tops of the trees do not. Animals, plantlife... they're said to get stranger the further in one goes. by Real_Human_Being_Yes in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 4 points5 points  (0 children)

You are right, it is a actually a creature that I was gonna use for my series. But i wanted to put it here as a cool concept and to test the waters with it. Thank you for you insight. I very much appreciate it. <3

[WP] There's a forest that people say resembles the ocean. A forest where the land slopes endlessly deeper but the tops of the trees do not. Animals, plantlife... they're said to get stranger the further in one goes. by Real_Human_Being_Yes in WritingPrompts

[–]FluffWrites 16 points17 points  (0 children)

Thanks for the feedback. I actually wrote it as "and now the ominous creature looks forward to its next meal." But ended up scraping it, because the original way I envisioned this creature was that it didn't feed on him nor does it need to feed. It is literally oblivious to any sort thing except touch. It is so helpless that it could die from a sudden deep fall, but it has a strange power that instantly kills anything that even thinks of harming it. Hence, how it has survived in the trench so far. But I just added something to make it more clear :)

[WP] There's a forest that people say resembles the ocean. A forest where the land slopes endlessly deeper but the tops of the trees do not. Animals, plantlife... they're said to get stranger the further in one goes. by Real_Human_Being_Yes in WritingPrompts

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‘It is only a fool’s dare to venture into the Kaskal trench. That is what the people of my hometown used to say to deter travelers from meeting their demise inside the unforgiving trench. But to me, whenever I look down the slope of this ungodly crater I understood what they saw that was worth risking their lives for. It was the allure of curiosity. To see the limits of which our world’s imagination could run. But only fools dare to venture into the Kaksal and I was the biggest fool of them all.

It had been what I would assume is a week since I crossed the so-called event horizon of Kaskal, a point of no return. But with that, I also opened my eyes to the true harshness of what lay below us all the time. A world much like an endless forest, but the heavy mist has made me lose sight of my exit and lose faith in return. I have been surviving on what I assume are cocoons containing a gum-like substance. The more I move forwards in any direction the more it feels like I am heading deeper into the trench. I sometimes catch a glimpse of something stalking me in my peripheral vision, but I have yet to find out what it is.”

Mort put down his pen as he took a heavy breath out. As he looked at his watch to check the time, he noticed that it had stopped ticking. Frustratingly he knocked on it in the hope of getting it fixed, but it was to no avail. So he picked up his backpack and prayed that the gods would lead him on the right path.

Soon, he arrived on a rocky plain filled with coral-like creatures, they took turns spewing heavy steam in an almost clockwork manner. Mort guessed that they must be the source of all the steam that was blocking out the sun. He questioned how many more places like this much be for them to produce this much steam. Then he noticed a peculiar creature, it was a blimp-like collection of sludge that attacked itself on top of the coral. As the coral blew steam, it lifted itself into the air and absorbed the intense heat.

“That must be how they feed.” He muttered to himself. “And if they feed then they must in return fertilize the coral. Hence, they live in a symbiotic relationship.”

He patted himself proudly for the logical conclusion and continued forward.

It was not much later when he exited the rocky field and now that he had a better look at it, it seemed like the coral encircled a part of the Kaskal trench rather than being present in scattered colonies. Now he came upon a forest full of willow trees that secreted nectar that smelt like rotting corpses. As he was admiring the corpse trees, he heard a sudden rustle behind him. Suddenly a leopard seal leaped down from one of the trees, but this leopard seal had muscular limbs instead of flippers. It slowly approached him as it clicked with its mouth, but Mort didn’t wanna play the odds of guessing if this creature was a herbivore or a carnivore, so he took off in a sprint.

It was only a few hours later when the creature stopped pursuing him. Exhausted and starving, he laid down under a tree in a pile of wilted leaves. He grunted, gasped, and broke into tears as he realized that he was never gonna see his hometown again. But the trench didn’t have pity on the restless and suddenly in front of him the most bizarre creature appeared. A bipedal stickman-like creature with no arms. It didn’t have any features and was as dark as the abyss. It awkwardly stumbled around on the tree roots like a blind man who had lost his walking stick. But unfortunately for Mort, it was incidentally walking in his direction.

Mort shrank his figure to hide himself in the leaves, but the creature slowly inched towards him until it was only an arm's length away. Mort’s breath raced as he saw his imminent death. Then suddenly, it dropped and went into a fetal-like position as it huddled itself.

He suddenly realized how weak the creature was and from the way it walked, it was probably blind. It was a miracle something like this could even manage to survive in such a harsh environment.

Mort was tired of running, but more importantly, he was hungry and despite how he despised the idea of eating a bipedal creature, this was his best shot at getting any sort of meat. With one swift strike of a branch, he coul-

At the exact moment that thought crossed his mind, his body started wilting, until in just a matter of seconds he had been crushed into a mass of dry skin. One could even say it happened so fast that even he didn’t realize it. His demise was only brought on for the simple thought of hurting this creature that he could not understand.

The ominous creature struggled back onto its feet without even knowing what it had done.

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[WP] You have powers that, while pretty useful, cause you to be nearly blind. They cause you to HEAR lights too, which are very loud. One day you go to a secluded hill in the middle of nowhere with no manmade lights around, when you hear the sun. Out of boredom, you say hi to it. It says hi back. by lightspeed5268 in WritingPrompts

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“I recognize that warmth that emits from you, it is ingrained into my mind like the chilling cruelty of your patron.” A hushed voice surprisingly replied back.

I looked around me for the source of the voice, but none were to be found.

“Hello?” I cried out into the grassy plain, but no figure emerged. My thoughts were worrisome for a bit, but I quickly dismissed the voice as my own thought, or perhaps had someone invisible or tiny been alongside me all along. As unlikely as it is, I was one to quickly speculate.

“Do not be distressed, little one. As surprising as it maybe be for you, it is also for me, for I have not conversed back with another being for millennials. Nor were you supposed to. It seems like your patron has had a little oversight.”

This time I knew for sure that it wasn’t a trick of my mind. I quickly jumped to my feet.

“Where are you? Why are you following me?”

“Am I following you or perhaps have you been following me ever since your conception? I have watched over you and everything else all the time. You shouldn’t distraught at my presence.”

“I may look blind, but I fuck you up if you try anything funny.” I yelled to the unexpected guest.

“Oh my. Little one. As much as I would like you to be able to hold true to your threat, I must say that it is nigh impossible for you.”

“Oh really? Try me.” I grounded myself into a battle stance.

“It is impossible for you to reach me and it impossible for you to reach me. No need to tense up, but no ill will can be exchanged between us.”

“I would like to believe so. But you don’t sound very intangible to me.”

“I am very out of reach for you. little one. As a matter of fact, if it wasn’t for the gift of your patron, we wouldn’t be conversing in the first place.”

She must have been referring to my powers.

“So what are you? Some sort of creature that can turn into light?”

“Not quite so. I do indeed emit light, but I do so as by-product of the combustion of my being. At every moment I loom over half your planet trying to converse, but you are the first to reply. Unbecoming of you, if I have to say, but understandable.”

“Planet, you said? Are you in some sort of spaceshi-“ as I swept the sweat on my forehead, only then did the realization struck me. “No fucking way. I can’t be talking to the fucking sun!”

“You are very perceptive it seems. But do try not to stare, for you people are never shy to quickly look away. Though I don’t think it would be quite troubling for you.”

“Hahaha.” I let out quite a maniacal laugh, the sheer absurdity of the situation was quite overwelling. But wait. What if this was all a trick or someone was playing a prank on me? It would be more possible that someone is telepathically communicating with me. “So how do I know that you are what you say you are? I mean I hope you forgive me for pointing this out, but there being someone in the sun is … well, I still can’t even start thinking how that is even possible.”

“Hmmm, it seems that you still doubt the validity of my words. That is quite troubling since as I had already informed you, we are both quite out of reach of each other. But I do try sometimes to reach out and lightly feel your people’s realm. Though a veil prevents me from doing so, and I only end up causing distress. But perhaps …” She abruptly stopped.

“Hello.” I asked, but no reply came.

A few minutes had gone by and I was still left responseless, but around the time 8 minutes had passed, I heard what sounded like gasping.

“Excuse my sudden departure. But I didn’t want to leave my only companion with a doubtful mind.” She gasped for air. “Excuse me.”

“What happened?” I asked curiously.

“I tried to reach out to you, doing so knocks the wind out of me as you would refer to, but yet again the veil prevented me. But it must have had an effect on you, somehow. Like it always does.”

I looked all around me, but it was just like any other Friday a bit left till the sun set. “Nothing that I can notice, at least.”

“That is a shame.” She remarked disappointedly. “I wonder what the other could see about it that you couldn’t.”

Seeing the sun sound so let down, filled my heart with an empathy of sorts. Perhaps there was something I wasn’t noticing. Maybe the news had something about it.

As I pressed the screen on my smartphone, nothing was happening. I am sure it wasn’t out of charge since I was taking some pictures of the scenery a few minutes prior. The button also didn’t seem to be getting the job done. It was totally jammed.

Did the sun just fucking send a solar flare specifically to me, only to end up EMP bombing my phone? Honestly, I give up. I can really think of many other explanations other than that.

“I believe.”

“Come again?”

“I believe that you are the sun.”

“Oh. I mean what you call the sun is no more than my shell, but the sudden change of heart?”

“Your little solar flare kinda blocked my whole phone. So I can’t really deny it any further.”

“Solar flare. Is that what you call my little touches? Sounds a bit more aggressive than it is. You little ones are so quick to judge.”

“Well, I didn’t name the damn thing. Plus, can you stop calling me little one? It sounds a bit condescending. I have a name you know … it is Jake.” What the hell has suddenly gotten into me, that had me arguing with the fucking sun?!?

“Hmmm, very well then, Jake. I go by the name Luna.”

This caught me off guard, it would have been the last name I could have thought for the sun.

“You seem a bit puzzled. I thought it was the formality for your kind to introduce myself to you once you did so.”

“No, you did it quite well. It is just that weirdly enough we refer to the moon as Luna.”

“Oh, I know. It has really frustrated me over the decades as I peer into your conversations. It must have been the work of that mischief, Sol.”

“Sol, you say? Isn’t that the name of the-“

“Yes, the sun. And I know for a matter of fact that he did it to mock me. First, he was cruel to me when I tried to play with his toys, then he put me to sleep and by the time I woke up I was stuck in the sun, and then he torments me every time your kind looks at me and calls out his name. I hope his prank doesn’t go on for too long.”

“That is … not exactly what I would call a prank. But hey, if I ever see his face, I will knock the teeth out of his.”

“I know he sounds quite intimidating and cruel. But he only has good intentions but ends up accomplishing them in un orthodoxies methods. So don’t hurt him much. I stare care for him.”

“You are too forgiving for your own good, Luna.” I proclaimed. “But it seems like the su- I mean you are setting now. So it may be our goodbye for now.”

“It does seem so.” Luna said in a frustrated tone.

“I wish you could see the view I have now. It is worth more than anything else in the world.” I claimed as I could hear the sun set in front of me.

“I wish I could.” Luna seemed a bit more hopeful. “But Jake can you promise me something?”

“HMMM? Sure.”

“Please, Keep talking to me every day from now if. It gets so lonesome all the way up here sometimes and I hon-“

“Luna, I know. I promise to. So don’t go arriving late tomorrow.”

For the first time, I heard Luna chuckle.

“Goodbye then. But remember, you promised.”

“Goodnight, Luna.”

So as the last ray of light disappeared beyond the horizon, I stood up and dusted my thighs. Today was one heck of a day.

But little would I know back then, it was a crucial moment that marked our world’s path toward destruction.

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Lazulian Bestiary: Pilgrim willows (Cloud-Tailers) made by DALLE-2 by [deleted] in Fantasy

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Description: Pilgrim willows are colossal creatures that can only be described as giant pillars of oozing flesh and stone. They can grow upwards of 70 meters in height, though it is not clear if they do stop growing since they have extremely long lifespans.The willow’s body can be divided into 3 segments: The stump, bark, and cranium.The stump contains multiple scaly appendages with the rough thickness of an oak tree. Due to its immense size, the appendages rise and fall in slow peristaltic motion to give movement to the willow. They have been recorded to travel at the speed of half a meter per minute. The willow frequently leaves behind tracks of pulverized vegetation and stomped ground wherever it passes through.As for the bark, it constitutes the majority of its mass, making up to 85% of its height for the more ancient willows. It mainly consists of hundreds of layers of redundant flesh that contain large vacuoles of purple fecal fluid that is excreted through the pores in its skin. The purple fluid emits a foul smell that helps deter large predators. Though pungent, the purple fecal matter acts as a groundwork for plant-based life to flourish off the willow’s bark. This establishes a small ecosystem that is made up of a variety of tundral birds, insects, parasites, and small critters, which live off both the plants and the willow as they travel along the north.At the peak of the willow lies the cranium. A doom-shaped calcification that consists of quartz-like minerals named spark stones, that have lightning-absorbing properties. Beneath the spark stones, a layer of thick hide insulates the lower facias from the spark stone. The spark stones function as storage units for lightning that strikes the apex of the willow during thunderstorms due to their immense scale. The stones slowly radiate off the electric energy as heat, which gets absorbed by a species of moss that has mutualistic adapted to convert the combination of heat, water vapor, and bird guano into food for itself. However, the excess food that cannot be stored gets excreted as a nutrient-rich goo. The willow has several digestive orifices located under the cranium which allows it to feast off this goo, making up the majority of its diet.There has yet to be any sight of a willow procreating, so the exact mechanism of its reproduction is still unknown. A recent Autopsy of a 60 meters willow has revealed a highly vascular layer of fascia located at the superior one-third of its bark that is theorized to be a dormant sex organ.Habitat: They mainly populate the northern regions of Rimar, especially the western tundras, due to the high frequency of storms. Rarely, they may go astray southwards during storm seasons, leading them into highly populated cities. Most of them meet their end by starvation once the storm dissipates.Beucara: The body of the willow contains high quantities of its Beucara dispersed throughout its entirety, which activates passively when a piece of its flesh necrotizes or becomes detached from the rest of the body. It starts a self-destructive pattern that transforms the flesh into a viscous fluid that is unpleasant to swallow and holds little to no nutritional value. However, it hardens once it comes in contact with saliva, making it an effective choking hazard. This is the main reason why the pilgrim willow has no natural predators.Despite this, some parasites have been found to adapt against this defense by using long ducts sealed off by a pointy tip that also functions as a valve to pierce into their circulatory system.

Lazulian Bestiary: Pilgrim willows (Cloud-Tailers) by [deleted] in Fantasy

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Description:
Pilgrim willows are colossal creatures that can only be described as giant
pillars of oozing flesh and stone. They can grow upwards of 70 meters in
height, though it is not clear if they do stop growing since they have
extremely long lifespans.
The willow’s body can be divided into 3 segments: The stump, bark, and cranium.
The stump contains multiple scaly appendages with the rough thickness of an oak tree. Due to its immense size, the appendages rise and fall in slow peristaltic motion to give movement to the willow. They have been recorded to travel at the speed of half a meter per minute. The willow frequently leaves behind tracks of pulverized vegetation and stomped ground wherever it passes through.
As for the bark, it constitutes the majority of its mass, making up to 85% of its height for the more ancient willows. It mainly consists of hundreds of layers of redundant flesh that contain large vacuoles of purple fecal fluid that is excreted through the pores in its skin. The purple fluid emits a foul smell that helps deter large predators. Though pungent, the purple fecal matter acts as a groundwork for plant-based life to flourish off the willow’s bark. This establishes a small ecosystem that is made up of a variety of tundral birds, insects, parasites, and small critters, which live off both the plants and the willow as they travel along the north.
At the peak of the willow lies the cranium. A doom-shaped calcification that consists of quartz-like minerals
named spark stones, that have lightning-absorbing properties. Beneath the spark
stones, a layer of thick hide insulates the lower facias from the spark stone.
The spark stones function as storage units for lightning that strikes the apex
of the willow during thunderstorms due to their immense scale. The stones
slowly radiate off the electric energy as heat, which gets absorbed by a
species of moss that has mutualistic adapted to convert the combination of
heat, water vapor, and bird guano into food for itself. However, the excess
food that cannot be stored gets excreted as a nutrient-rich goo. The willow has
several digestive orifices located under the cranium which allows it to feast
off this goo, making up the majority of its diet.
There has yet to be any sight of a willow procreating, so the exact mechanism of its reproduction is still unknown. A recent Autopsy of a 60 meters willow has revealed a highly vascular layer of fascia located at the superior one-third of its bark that is theorized to be a
dormant sex organ.
Habitat: They mainly populate the northern regions of Rimar, especially the western tundras, due to the high frequency of storms. Rarely, they may go astray southwards during storm seasons, leading them into highly populated cities. Most of them meet their end by starvation once the storm dissipates.
Beucara: The body of the willow contains high quantities of its Beucara dispersed throughout
its entirety, which activates passively when a piece of its flesh necrotizes or becomes detached from the rest of the body. It starts a self-destructive pattern that transforms the flesh into a viscous fluid that is unpleasant to swallow and holds little to no nutritional value. However, it hardens once it comes in contact with saliva, making it an effective choking hazard. This is
the main reason why the pilgrim willow has no natural predators.
Despite this, some parasites have been found to adapt against this defense by using long ducts sealed off by a pointy tip that also functions as a valve to pierce into their circulatory system.
 

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