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artcgmod ([personal profile] artcgmod) wrote in [community profile] artcg2017-11-27 10:20 am
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MONDAY MEMES

ITS PIXEL ART DyAY

Arts:
  • PICK A CHARACTER & PIXEL THEM
  • Award: 2 Random Stamps and 1 Notoriety Point
  • Bonus stamps:
    • 4 ADDITIONAL RANDOM STAMPS TO MAKE IT A COMPLETED BACKGROUNDED SCENE OR PLATFORM
Writes:
  • MICROFIC!!!! WRITE 3 COMPLETED FICS THAT ARE 140 CHARACTERS OR LESS THEY MUST DEPICT A STORY
  • Award: 2 Random Stamps and 1 Notoriety Point
  • Bonus stamps:
    • 2 ADDITIONAL RANDOM STAMPS IF ALL THREE ARE EXACTLY 140 CHARACTERS
    • 2 ADDITIONAL RANDOM STAMPS TO WRITE AN ACCOMPANYING DRABBLE TO EXPAND ON ONE, NO WORD LIMIT

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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[personal profile] alke 2017-11-28 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
1 | I am the flesh you cleaved from your own bone, the sinew you severed with your own blade. I am the hand that you let go of.

Do you regret it?
characters 140

2 | Ten years ago, the city had burned to the ground and the country had been brought to its very knees. But despite that, he missed those days.
characters 140

3 | I never thought to see you again, almost like a trinket lost to the churning seas, never to be held again. I am scared this is only a dream.
characters 140

bonus There was a commotion as Tirendall burst through the double doors, throwing them open with more strength than a mage ought to have. It startled half the nobles and he was aware of a dozen sets of eyes turning away from him and to the source of the sound.

"Your highness," he said, panting, "I know it is very bad timing, but there is something that we must speak of."

He raised an eyebrow and invited further elaboration as to what could be so important that the mage would crash the year end ball. But before Tirendall could elaborate, there was the shout from the guards and a loud crashing sound. He rushed out followed by Elaine and his son. Tirendall didn't say anything, but there was a furrow in his brow. He wondered what trouble could find them in the walls of Lowenburg.

But as he rounded the corner, he stopped. Stood completely still, breath caught in his chest.

There, in the hallway, a girl was standing above the downed body of a man he recognized vaguely as Tirendall's attendent.

He would recognize that back anywhere, even ten years unto the future, twenty. He would know her by the sound of her breath, the sway of her hair in the wind, the way she turned to look back at them.

"Hello Theo," she said.
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[personal profile] tabigarasu 2017-12-02 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)