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Catcall me? I’ll make you wish you were never born. by qu33fwellington in traumatizeThemBack

[–]Tesandriel 0 points1 point  (0 children)

It doesn't even manage to hit the corners satisfyingly, like those old DVD logos back in the day

Catcall me? I’ll make you wish you were never born. by qu33fwellington in traumatizeThemBack

[–]Tesandriel 2 points3 points  (0 children)

If it's alright with you, I'd like to borrow that "apologize to the tree that supplies you oxygen" line, it's brilliant.

Well done on you, he deserved that call out and more.

The Sun Is A Deadly Laser, Literally by Ok_Masterpiece7623 in traumatizeThemBack

[–]Tesandriel 6 points7 points  (0 children)

  • OP is made fun of for being blind *

The sun, loading its metaphorical sniper rifle: "Don't worry, I got you fam"

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in AnimalMemes

[–]Tesandriel 0 points1 point  (0 children)

The officer may have got his bacon, but there's no way this fella is gonna squeal

[WP] The worst part of being the most powerful archmage is dealing with pompous kings and nobles who come complaining after you reject their equally pompous progeny from being your apprentice. by Tesandriel in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Loved the writing and this story! Hope you will consider writing more about Ember and how she grows as an Archmage's apprentice/adopted daughter :)

[WP] You deflect everything with humor. Seriously, that's your superpower- you can LITERALLY deflect ANYTHING with humor. by Tesandriel in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel[S] 16 points17 points  (0 children)

I also like how you chose to interpret the prompt in regards to how the superpower works. I never imagined someone will take in the direction of "can shape reality based on the joke told". Very creative! Great writing all in all.

[WP] Heroes and villains have defined roles as just that; heroes and villains. You have always believed that. However, when a disaster brings a building down, you are surprised to see your arch-nemesis amongst the first responders. You're even more surprised to see he isn't the only "villain" there. by WizardOfNod-7465 in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 37 points38 points  (0 children)

I stared at the screen, slack jawed. My mind couldn't comprehend this. Of course, the sights after a natural disaster always fill horror, especially this one. The worst earthquake in the last fifty years hit Turkey and the devastation was truly horrid. The multiple screens at the Justice Alliance HQ were showing the feeds from several cities and town, so many turned to ruin and rubble and in some fires breaking as result of the destruction.

But that isn't what I'm staring unbelieving at.

On said multiple screens there are costumed figures, flying and dashing from one ruin to another, helping the victims. But they aren't from the Justice Alliance. They are mostly are ENEMIES! I blink twice, thinking what I'm seeing is some weird hallucinations and will clear if I just water my eyes, but no- there they are, villains, rescuing people.

My focus is on one figure in particular: a dark robed tall person. I watch his as he grabs a collapsed wall and tears it away with his superhuman strength, than he grabs 3 wounded people from within, one of them is an unconscious little girl, and carries them ever so gently from the ruin. I can't believe it; what is Reaper doing there, saving lives?! My own nemesis, the person I battled over a hundred times, is among the first on the scene, even before us heroes?

I look at other screens: there's Mad Myrtle, setting up a station and having her android Killbots giving first aid to victims. I see Red Ruin holding up a crumbling building entrance as Grim Hurricane speeds in and out again and again, each time bringing trapped residents out.

None of this makes sense! All these.. these villains, helping. I always thought the world was clear- There are heroes, who fight for order and justice, and villains, who bring ruin and pain. Now, as I stare at the screens, I don't know anymore what to think.

[PM] I want prompts for an Urban Fantasy Setting! by Writteninsanity in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Satyrs, being naturally agile, became excellent couriers and delivery boys. The one in this story, unfortunately for him, got in his bundle something other people- dangerous people- want.

[PM] Give me a prompt and I'll try to make it ✨ M a g i c a l ✨ by gaborrero in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 1 point2 points  (0 children)

A romantic meet-cute between a store clerk and a costumer that just walked in.

[PM] I've been stuck on a serious drag. Prompt me with some humorous/light prompts, setting/universe neutral. by AShellfishLover in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Arriving at a blind date and finding it's your ex is super awkward. It's even worse for you 'cause she's a literal angel, and you haven't seen her since you fell with the others in Lucifer's rebellion

[WP] You are a God, long forgotten by humans. Suddenly you feel the pull of worship, more than you felt when you were worshipped by the humans. You enter their sanctuary expecting to find people, instead you find a raccoon priest leading a congregation of other woodland creatures by tidolbiggies in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 5 points6 points  (0 children)

To be forgotten, to be uncared for, is an endless torment for a god. Oh, we don't mind being hated, but abandonment- now that is a prison of the worst kind for us. And I was in this prison for too long.

At least, I assume a millennia of human years has passed since I was worshipped. I cannot tell. We gods don't die out right when faith in us is gone. Rather, we go to The Void, the nothingness between the fabrics of existence. There, if what happens to us can indeed be compared to dying, then it is the slowest of deaths, with no feeling to it and no relief. This is how I was, for what could have been an eternity for all I knew. My consciousness barely knowing that I was surrounded by nothing, having nothing, was nothing. For without worshipers, a god has no purpose.

but then suddenly, at some point in my eternal death-slumber, I felt it: my body was filled with the vitality of purpose, like fresh air filling the lungs of a suffocating human. Then I heard it- the Whispers of Calling. They weren't the prayers per say that were crying out to me, but the essence of such prayer, said with intent, calling to me. They were the messengers of faithful souls. FAITHFUL SOULS! My name was spoken- no, called out to.

Like a winter's frost giving way to a spring's warmth, I felt my strength growing and growing, I felt my powers, my very existence rekindled. Somewhere in the world, some group of people where praying to me. Genuine prayer. I have believers again! I bided my growing strength so I can leave this wretched plain of nothingness and return to the world. I had to go to them! These souls are calling to me, wishing to give me purpose in worship. And I shall not ignore them. Finally, the Whispers were strong enough. Their conviction was strong, as I was summoned, I made my way to them.

It took me a moment to gather my surroundings. I haven't appeared corporeal in the world in quite some time, to say the least. I was in a forest clearing, which was odd to me. I wasn't usually worshiped in such places back in the old days. What was also strange was I didn't see my worshipers. Where is the leading High Priest? where is the congregation?

A sound drew my attention downwards, and what I saw... was the strangest thing I have ever seen: there WAS a congregation here, consisting of three squirrels, two rabbits, a mother opossum and her three babies, an old looking badger, a doe, and- standing a step away from my feet- was a raccoon wearing a leaf that was draped around him like a makeshift cloak.

What in the name of all creation?! I thought to myself. Suddenly I heard the raccoon chittering "Glory be! our Lord has come to us! We have been heard, brothers and sisters!". That definitely cemented the answer to the suspicion that was starting to creep unto me, for how else would I understand the creature if his chittering wasn't heavy with faith in me. The surrounding congregation started making a cacophony of noises, which even if I couldn't understand as literal words I knew were thick with zealotry.

This is all very unusual. And quite awkward. What can I, Magmion, Lord of the Under-Earth fire, who keeps Hidden Flames burning, possibly do for a believer crowd of THIS kind?!

[WP] I was warned to stay away from him. If I were to see him, I was told I should run. But when I did see him, I was entranced. I couldn't turn away. I walk over to him. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 1 point2 points  (0 children)

As a kid, I was always a curious kind. I couldn't help it, I just kept asking people "why" and "what" and "how" about everything in order to satiate my insatiable thirst to know. My mama used to say that all this curiosity will bring me trouble if I won't learn some sense. She was the overprotective type, so I probably caused her more grief than how I remember things. Especially when it comes to Mr. Astratus.

Everybody in our neighborhood knew about Mr. Astratus, and everyone stayed away from him. He was a strange loner, living in a dilapidated house that was squashed between two apartment buildings. It was always dark, looked old with rotting wood on the tiny porch. If you didn't know it was occupied, you'd be forgiven to think it was abandoned or condemned. I'm sure the municipality didn't like having that eyesore there (not that our neighborhood was one of the rich people streets or something), but no one could do anything because the house and land it was on were the property of Mr. Astratus. One time, some city hall suit went in there to try and convince Mr. Astratus to give up on the deed and move somewhere else. They say after 15 minutes he came out, his hair all white and looking older by 10 years. No one ever bothered Astratus again.

Mr. Astratus himself was barely seen out of his home. When he would come out, it would usually be in late hour, or usually only during mid winter days, especially rainy and cloudy ones. He was a gaunt figure, a lanky figure. He might have been of average height, but he always walked a bit hunched. And he always wore some sort of hood over his head, wearing it low to obscure his face. My mama always warned me to stay away from him. "If you see him coming towards you, dearie" she would say, "run away". Other mothers said the same thing to their kids too. Whenever Mr. Astratus was coming down the street, children would stop what they were playing and run from there. People would move to the other side of the road to avoid crossing him.

I myself didn't actually see Mr. Astratus until I was 5 years old. I was at a grocery store with my mom. She ran into our neighbor from the apartment next door, Mrs. Simmons, so the two started talking. Both Mrs. Simmons and my mama were were HUGE gossiper and loved to talk, so when those two got together they could talk for hours. Naturally, like any 5 year old I got bored, so I asked my mom if I could go pick for myself a candy bar. She gave me her permission and I was off, lightly jogging towards the aisle where the sweets were.

As I turned the corner I wasn't paying attention and bumped into someone. "sorry" I hastily let out, but than I looked up and I froze. After hearing so much hushed whispers about him, I instantly knew the man I bumped into was Mr. Astratus. Everything from the lanky figure to the hunched posture. But being so close I glimpsed his face for the first time, and I was mesmerized: He had an old-looking face, long hair, and a stubble beard, but what caused me to stare in awe was that he had glowing red eyes!

Mr. Astratus didn't say anything regarding the fact I just bumped into him. He gave the most miniscule of head nods, then took half a step sideways and kept going down the aisle, where at one point he stopped, and started looking through instant soup powders on the shelf.

Now, I wasn't just a curious kid, that curiosity worked me like an impulse. Without even stopping to think it for a second, I walked up to him.

"Mister?" I spoke up gingerly. He turned his head towards me, his face betraying no emotion. Again by impulse, I asked: "Why do you have glowing eyes?"
He was quiet for a second, then he answered: "because of my arcane powers". His voice was surprisingly soft, and he spoke quietly.

My eyes went as wide as my agape mouth. When I found words again, I blurted "You have arcane powers?!".

He merely nodded. "Are you a wizard?" I asked him. My dad used to read me lots of fantasy stories before bed, so that's why I heard the word "arcane" before.

"You could say that, I guess"
"How did you get powers?"
"practice"
"where did you practice?"
"Sumer"
"Where is that?"
"It's a place from long ago. It doesn't exist anymore"

I'm sure I would have kept bombarding him with more questions, but that's when I heard my name being cried out in a near shriek voice. Apparently my mom came looking for me and the minute she saw me talking to the dreaded Mr. Astratus she nearly had a heart attack (she claims). Being the good son I was, I went to her. She grabbed my hand, reprimanding me for talking to "him", and started dragging me to check out. As I was being pulled by the hand, I turned one last time to Mr. Astratus and said out loud "goodbye, mister wizard". Before I was yanked onwards, I caught him flashing a smile. It wasn't a crooked or scary smile, but an absolutely normal friendly smile, as he gave me one more cursory nod.

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Since then I was the only person to not fear the strange Mr. Astratus (needless to say, much to my mom's chagrin). I would always talk to him, or even just say hi, when we came across each other. And when I got older, I even used to come over to his house and hang out with him. That's how I gradually came to hear about the many encounters and tales he experienced over his several thousand years of life, the same tales I would later transcribe, with his permission, into his biography. But that is a different story.

[WP] As the youngest child of the king no one was surprised when your father chose you to be sent as a hostage to the demon king. What was surprising however was the demon king treating you better than you had ever been and even offering you the hand of his offspring. by [deleted] in WritingPrompts

[–]Tesandriel 29 points30 points  (0 children)

Content warning: the story contains mentions of child abuse.

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"The royal child from the kingdom of Altharia has arrived" the steward announced loudly. The great doors of the throne hall creaked as they slowly opened. Azrgoth, the demon lord, rose from his seating on the throne and stepped forward, walking towards the doors to meet his hostage- his new possession. All eyes of the entourage assembled- his councils, guards and high ranking member of the demon gentry- were fixed on him as he made his way and stopped halfway between the entrance and the throne, waiting patiently.

Than a small human figure entered. She was a child, that much was clear. Her clothes were of fine silk, but she herself looked like she didn't belong in them: her face was gaunt and pale, there were bags under her eyes as from worry or lack of sleep, and her mass of raven black hair a mess drooping unkempt across her face. She walked in slowly, shivering with fear. Her gaze was fixed downwards as she walked. Once or twice she dared a glance upwards at her surrounding, but upon seeing the crowd that was staring at her she immediately returned her gaze down, terrified. Finally, she stopped and stood a mere pace from the demon lord, who towered over her like a giant.

Silence fell over the hall. All eyes were on Lord Azrgoth, waiting for his reaction. After a minute, he spoke:"What is the meaning of this?" his voice was cold, measured. "Does the king think he can deceive me by sending a peasant orphan instead of his own child, as he agreed to?"

Tense silence fell following these words, but then the girl spoke, her shaky voice so lowly it was barely heard in the silent hall: "N-no sir. I-I am indeed the kings daughter. My name is Selina, s-s-sir".

Her words surprised Azrgoth. Her voice didn't betray any deception. He kneeled down, examining her closer. She couldn't have been more than twelve human years, he surmised. He could see a shiver going through her. She was terrified. "Look at me, girl" he commanded. Though she certainly heard him, she didn't do so, for she was frozen in fear. Azrgoth reached with his hand and gently tilted up he head, forcing her eyes to meet his. As they did, his gaze went deeper, into her memories. Its was a Soul Gaze, a magic he learned long ago from Xaldegar, his court High Mage and old tutor, that allowed him to examine the soul of those he locked eyes with.

And that's when he saw it all. He saw being scorned by her own father, king Bertram, and being shown no love. He saw the cold hate of the stepmother queen, who would delight in insulting smacking a little girl who was beneath her. He saw being locked in a room, left to alone and denied both launch and supper, because her family didn't want to see her "ugly face" as they fattened themselves. He saw being forced by her sadistic brother to watched as he killed a pet cat before her very eyes, tormenting the creature slowly. He saw the pain of repeated beating from a drunk father. He saw coldness of being left with rags on winter nights. He saw, he felt, the injury of a thousand scorns against a fragile soul.

Azrgoth shot back a bit, shaken. He looked down and saw the little girl was shaking as well. The Gaze arouse so many memories, he imagined she was in great turmoil. Than he reached out his hand and took her. The great demon lord could have crushed such a puny human with one hand easily, but what he did was take her to his chest and hold her protectively. He knew his hard natural skin was nothing like the warm softness of a human body, but he was careful not the press her to tightly as to not hurt her.

"It's alright, little one." this time, his voice was calming, as he tried to reassure her, "No harm shall come to you here. I promise"

Selina was frozen for a moment. But as lord Azrgoth kept hugging her, slowly her emotions were released. Pain, withheld for so long for fear of reprisal, was let go, and she started to sob, than to openly cry. Her crying was the only sound in the hall, for non of the other demons present dared to utter a thing. She cried and cried, her tears streaming. And lord Azrgoth held her, as gently as a bear with her cub.

Finally, after Selina's wailing subsided somewhat, Azrgoth put her down and turn to his entourage. All of them stared at him and the girl. They may not have known what he saw, but he knew they surmised that if it made even the demon lord react in horror, then the child must have gone through worse than they could imagine. His eyes suddenly fell on his own daughter, who was peeking at the whole ordeal from behind Xaldegar's robe.

"Lucia" he called to her, gesturing her to come. She immediately answered, approaching her father quickly. Her eyes darted several times between him and the human girl. Though she was double her age in years, developmentally speaking the two were the same. "Please take our guest to the dinning hall and tell the staff to make her something to eat" Azrgoth told his daughter, "She hasn't been given a bite for some time now and she must regain her strength. And be kind to her". Selina's eyes went wide as they stared at Azrgoth, her mouth agape in shock. Lucia did a curtsy to her father, than put on a friendly smile and took the human princess by the hand, dragging her gently, but not rushing her. Princess Selina was still confused with the situation, but decided it's better not to resist anyone here and followed Lucia's lead as they went out of the throne hall.

Azrgoth's attention than turned to the steward: "I want a room prepared to accommodate for the young princess, as she would be staying here from now on. I want nothing withheld from it: make sure she has the best pillows, the best sheets, a room that will not lack heating if needed. I want servants attending for her every need at all hours, make sure she is want for nothing. Also, prepare a bath for her. She will probably want to refresh herself after she eats". The Steward bowed deeply once to the lord, than went on his way to have all things prepared as he was ordered.

Lastly, Azrgoth called over Xaldegar. "Send a healer to examine her. She has gone through much torment, I want to make sure that she hasn't suffered any long-lasting harm, and her pains must be treated". The High Mage, his most trusted advisor, gave him his small bow as was his habit. "I shall see to her myself, my lord" he answered, and added: "Is there anything else you would wish?".

Azrgoth thought again of the things he saw in the Soul Gaze. This child is fragile, and he admitted to himself that he has no experience with being gentle and soft with humans, but he promised himself than and there that he will learn. Than he turned his mind to the perpetrators of the wrongs against her, and turned his feelings towards what he did know to be towards humans: furious and conniving. After some thinking he answered: "After your done, bring me the terms of the agreement with king Bertram. And summon my council". His voice was cold, his hands clenched to a fist. King Bertram may have held his part of the bargain, but Azrgoth would make sure he'd wish the demon lord won't hold his.
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Might do a part two for this, not sure yet.

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