monday memes

[artcgmod]

Arts:

• Go to https://coolors.co/, generate a palette, and draw three colored thumbnails using only those colors. These can be doodly and don't have to be backgrounded, but should show color distribution. Try using the colors and distributing them in different ways. Think something like 300x300 at largest.
• Award: 2 Random Stamps and 1 Notoriety Point
• Bonus stamps:
  • 1 additional Random Stamp if you decide beforehand to use the first palette you get with no re-randomizing.
  • 2 additional Random Stamps to choose and complete one thumb to a full-size colored sketch.

Writes:

• Go to http://www.seventhsanctum.com/generate.php?Genname=writeprompt, generate a prompt, and write a composition on it. No word limit.
• Award: 2 Random Stamps and 1 Notoriety Point
• Bonus stamps:
  • 2 additional Random Stamp for randomizing an additional prompt and combining them.
  • 1 additional Random Stamp if you decide beforehand to use the first prompts you get with no re-randomizing.

You may choose to fill both the art and writing task for full points. Additions or edits to your submission can be commented separately if you want to return to the prompt for the bonus stamps.

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This post will be open until Thursday 30 November.

Comments

[ignite]

art prompt this contains an npc from the upcoming scenario but bc of the palette swap shes basically unrecognisable anyway
+ bonus stamp for first palette

[tabigarasu]

with bonus for first palette

[taiyucky]

cursed palette
+1 for first palette

11/21

[alke]

first prompt generated: I will be just a boy, you will betray me in the end.

Cassian remembers Tirendall like this: a boy of middling height with hair the brightest red bent over a tome in a sun-filled room. Dust motes float throughout the room languidly and the smokey fragrance of myrrh seems to hang in the air. Everything is still and there is no sound save for the occasional rasp as Tirendall turns the pages.

It's a memory that always brings a knot to Cassian's throat. If only their entire lives, their entire existences, could always be like this - the two of them squirreled away with all the knowledge in the world within arms reach. If only it would last for all eternity. But even mages are bound by the laws of the world and even mages must follow the river of time's flow for even if it can be slowed it will not stop.

He remembers too that Tirendall was utterly disinterested in eternity. "What," his friend had laughed in that lilting way that reminded him of warmed mead, "who would be foolish enough to turn over the laws of the world?"

Cassian does not say anything. Only feels the quiet certainty settle into his heart as his eyelashes kiss his skin.

You are going to leave me, he says in the dark of his room.
You will break the promises we made together, and you will hate me before your life has run its course. You will hate me more if it never does.

He remembers clearly, his friend's hair tied up in a pony tail, waving in the wind as he left Vhosphel. It is the first of many betrayals, it will not be the last.