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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 11, 2017 0:41:52 GMT -5
"Where there is darkness, there was once light."
ter·mi·na·tor ( noun) : the dividing line between the light and dark part of a planetary body. Hello everyone, and happy October! I've decided to take part in the villain prompt contest, hosted by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ ! I've always had trouble with villains, and so I decided to step out of my comfort zone and see what I'm made of! The name of this villain isn't going to be revealed just yet, maybe not for a while, because they appear in my own fanfiction series, Trials and Tribulations! They haven't been revealed in the story yet, so I decided to keep it a mystery for this contest, too. This contest, which you can find here, is centered on villains, as I mentioned earlier. There are 13 prompts in total, and the contest concludes on November 1 st, 2017. I'm going to focus on this one villain, and post all 13 prompts to this page, because I want it to eventually be a "companion story" to Trials. Once the antagonist is revealed, I'm hoping these little...snapshots give the readers a glimpse inside of their head. I'm going to shut up now, so you can read the little shorts below. They're not necessarily in chronological order, or any sort of order apart from their respective prompts. Table of ContentsPost I -- Introduction, Table of Contents, Acknowledgements Post II -- Prompts 1-6 Post III -- Prompts 7-13 AcknowledgementsThis layout is a premade layout made by ~Sapphire~ , called "Throne Room". The banner is mine, using official art from Warriors. All characters from Trials and Tribulations belong to me. I want to thank Shadowface for the contest in general, and the WCFF community as a whole for their support. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 11, 2017 1:53:44 GMT -5
"Who You Fear" - x - Oracle (10/11/2017) {527 words} Who do I fear?
Once, I feared darkness. That was when the voices were the most prominent. Cats made of moonlight that hurt my young eyes and cats made of shadows that were darker than anything I could fathom. They called to me, whispered of knowledge and fate, of dreams and praise, death and destruction. My clan was deaf to these whispers, blind to the ethereal forms of cats long dead and forgotten. Gentle murmurs, hisses that were edged in venom. At first, I would hide my face. Bury my muzzle in the luminous fur of my mother, clap my ears to my head in an effort to shut them out. He was sympathetic to me. He told me that he could help me if I helped him. I became older, and before long, those whispers intrigued me. He had told me not to listen to all of them, that some of them were less than savory characters. He never cared to explain to me why I shouldn't listen, though. Their ideas made sense. Sharing tongues with them had given me a new perspective on life and death, new ways to protect my friends and family. I grew, and I learned more. Those cats called me a hero, a prodigy. I was to usher in a new age of greatness and life for those that I loved. I had to be careful though, they warned me. What I did was against everything I had learned growing up. If I was discovered, I would become something feared and reviled. Something they just wouldn't understand, even though my intentions were pure.
He was close-minded. He told me that I was a monster and that he was going to stop me. Then, I feared him. I couldn't let this happen. The shadows told me that all my research, my love and care, my life's work, would be swallowed up in the dark if my clan ever found out the source of my knowledge. I would be exiled, at best. Torn from the cats I loved, the cats I fought so hard to save. At worst, I would die, my wisdom destroyed with me. Their salvation was in my claws. I was the only way they could survive what was to come. I didn't want to hurt him. He had been so kind to me, he had taught me everything he could, even if his sight was narrowed by age and tradition. But if I didn't, then so many more lives would be lost in the storm to come. They don't understand. They don't understand!
I have learned to love the dark, I have erased the cat that stood in my way. That fear can be conquered through the determination to stare at the light at the end, and stand up to those that oppose me. My path is a unique one, the spirits tell me, dappled in light and shadow, I no longer fear those patches of blackness, or of a cat trying in vain to cease my miracles. I can vanquish any enemy before me, and that power is intoxicating. This is why... ...now, I am afraid of myself.
"Don't Let Me Drown" - x - Styx (10/12/2017) { 400 words}
Drowning. All around me was that roaring, churning blackness. Blackness so complete that not even the sun could cleave through the haze. I was lost. I am lost. The meanings of up and down were lost, too, and I didn't know whether my next move would bring me back to the light or plunge me further into the darkness. I was a RiverClan cat. I am a RiverClan cat. There's a certain sick irony to this situation, a RiverClan cat with a name like mine, drowning in a river of all things. But StarClan was abundant with irony, and this was no ordinary river. No matter how many times I got the black river omen, I couldn't get used to it. An instinctive part of me tried to fight the stifling, sticky poison. Several nights I would fight in vain to see the sun once more, the heavy substance clinging to my fur and dragging me down again and again, day after day until I woke up, wanting to rip my fur out and yowl. The more I suffered through the omen, the harder I would fight to find this toxic substance, the more methods I would attempt to cure it with. Was it an illness? A plant? What could cause the water to turn into shadows and burn like fire? Deep down, I knew I would wake up and I would physically be fine. They told me, those cats, that I was chosen by fate. This river couldn't hurt me, and I was the one that would destroy it. Nothing could destroy me, I was invincible. But destiny doesn't neglect pain, and I could feel the crushing weight of this tainted water pressing down on me, forcing its way into my eyes, nose, mouth...everything. It hurt. My chest felt like it was crumbling beneath my fur. My eyes couldn't bear to stay open, burning in these waters. He wasn't like the cats in the shadow. He told me that I was taking this omen too literally, even if he showed concern for the meaning. A black river made of poison wasn't a good omen, literally or figuratively. We argued often on this dream, nearly coming to blows, despite wanting to fight the same battle. He was wrong. They told me. They chose me. A disaster was coming to my Clan, and I needed to stop it. I had made a vow on that black river of poison, long ago. I needed to find a cure.
"Burning" - x - Tantalus (10/13/2017) ( 461 words)
It's always so close.
Extinction and salvation are wreathed together in my mind. They lick the edges of my thoughts night and day like flames devouring everything in its path. The thoughts aren't smothered, not when I go about my daily duties, or even when I sleep.
It isn't something I can simply ignore. When I speak to someone else, my mind is still on the omen and possible solutions. I find my mind wandering when I'm doing a menial task. I can't leave it alone. It's an addiction. An obsession. Almost as if some cat had taken a large fish and set it before me after a harsh leafbare, then forbade me to eat it. It was the thought of water on a hot greenleaf day, my anxiety over the issue sticking in my mind like my tongue would stick to the roof of my mouth if I needed a drink.
Yes, that's an accurate way to describe it. It burns...like thirst or hunger. As long as I feel that burning, no other thoughts can wholly consume my mind. The black river omen is almost like an emptiness inside me. Something tangible, but something that still eludes my grasp every time I try to reach out and grab it. The fear and meaning mock me, allowing me to find something that looks like a solution. Then, at the last heartbeat, it yanks that hope away and reveals only a dead end, leaving me with my hunger once more.
I can't even ignore this problem.
I didn't choose this path. I didn't want it. Even if I took my paws off of it, it would stalk my pawsteps like a predator, waiting for me to inevitably fail as I turn a blind eye to our eventual demise. In this path, I have more resources. I can seek answers where I previously could not, and accomplish things that may escape the notice of my clan.
No, this torture is mine, and mine alone. This cat and mouse game of offered questions and stolen answers. It's not something to concern the others with, not with everything I could potentially reveal to them. I would deny myself a peaceful existance every day if it meant I could stay with those that I love. Their presence warms me, a balm to the burns, when I feel as if I can't possibly take another step forwards.
I will fight this hunger, this emptiness, this pain, all for them.
I will even grow to like it. It will keep my mind sharp, remind me of all I could lose if I take the easier way out of my destiny.
Yes...it burns, but I will use this flame to blaze a new path of hope for my family. "Blood Sacrifice" - x - The Price (10/14/2017) (436 words) Let it be known, I am not a hypocrite.
I do not expect my clanmates to be the only ones to take the fall for our survival. While they provide their lives for the cause, I provide my mind, my energy, and my blood.
Some nights I train with them. Those vicious cats in the darkness. They insist that it's necessary that I know how to protect myself, and protect my clan with all that I have. My mind and soul are already at the ready, honed sharp as a thorn and prepared to rise in their defense. Now I must add my body to that price.
These cats do not train like my clan, but no matter how many times I wake with bites and scratches, I shall not complain, and I shall not surrender. What is the gravity of a bite, when I'm already holding the weight of our destiny on my shoulders? What is a sleepless night when I'm already wired in preparation for the day this disaster finally strikes?
RiverClan jokes that I must flop like a fish in my sleep, to somehow injure myself so gravely in the safety of camp. But they do not know my story. My fur seems to have become infused with marigold poultice at this point. Sometimes I think my leader has become suspicious, or one of my clanmates. I feel eyes follow my tattered body as I go through my daily duties, worn from my nightly ones.
Some days I'll train with my clanmates - pure precaution, I assure them, and it's true - only to surprise them with what I already know. I am young, but I have shocked seasoned warriors with my skill. They do not expect a cat my age - an apprentice - to have such ferocity behind their strikes. But I've been training at twice the rate of my fellows.
Yes, my blood stains the floor of that misty forest, in the dead of night, but it only adds weight to the promise I've made. A tangible reminder that disaster is looming ahead, for days when the whole thing seems ridiculous, or I've lost faith in the omens I have grown up seeing. Harsh red, the color of the vow I made before the clan.
Protect RiverClan, even at the cost of my life. The cost of my youth, my mind, and my body. No sacrifice is too much for them. I'd actually give my life, if it came to it. But my home hasn't experienced a large battle in such a long time.
When it does, though, I will come to it prepared.
"Rising From The Ashes" - x - Phoenix (10/15/2017) ( 547 words)
My entire world was burned to the ground by that cat. It turns out that when you present something unfamiliar to a group of cats that are primarily superstitious, they won't react well. Not even if your ancestors - and theirs too, it's not like I was an outsider, not that they particularly care about that - have chosen you themselves. It turns out that all they call for is blood and exile. My life's work, all of my proof, all of my resolutions, they meant nothing the cats that had gladly called me one of them only a day prior. They focused on the lives that had been necessary to further their own safety. If you kill in battle, it's called heroism. If you kill outside of it, it's murder. No matter who you are or what reasons you have behind it. I was chosen by StarClan. I was the first to receive the omen for the black river, and none of the others have had such clear visions.Still, fear rules over good and evil, and cats that had howled for my blood came crawling to my side in the days following my exile. Of course, I couldn't turn them away. I wasn't a monster. I am not a monster. If they eventually come to see the light, see my side of things, listen to reason, then I won't hold it against them. Even as my numbers swell, I won't hurt my old clan, or the clans of my followers. They're misguided, is all. Scared, and shackled by rules that hinder their very survival. With their own lives against them, I won't threaten them further, unless they attack me or my warriors. I am the Oracle, chosen by our ancestors to lead us into a new era of hope, not a butcher, destined to butcher those that I once called family. But they no longer call me family. They hunt for my "rogues" and I, especially that one. He cannot bring himself to understand the cost for our safety. He should understand more than anyone in RiverClan, the power of faith and understanding. My world has crumbled to ash and ruin at my very paws, but it is not over for me. My world will not be over until I fail, and every cat I love floats in that sticky black river of sorrow. I will fight to capture the falling embers, and use them to kindle a new flame to life. Surely my cause has some weight to it? I've gotten the clans to do something that they haven't done since the old days, work together to survive. Could so many cats agree with me if I were wrong or immoral? They help me build my world, fighting tooth and claw to help one another in these dark times. Borders are irrelevant, in this world of my creation. We must all join together to weather this storm, then continue to cooperate as we build further. After all, ashes help strengthen the soil, allowing new life to spring from the dust of ruin. Life is a cycle of death and rebirth, and my family is slowly opening their eyes to the end that I've seen all along. Perhaps we can all witness the rebirth of this cycle?
"The Wolf" - x - Lone Wolf (10/17/2017) (338 words)
It has become clear. No one can know my secret.
After that failure with the one cat, the one I thought I could trust, it's become incredibly obvious that I cannot trust anyone else. If he didn't understand, no one would.
I even fear to tell the medicine cats. That sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Haha. They should know. They should be aware. They've had the visions too. But they still think it has a much less literal meaning. Why would I trust them with the secrets of my studies when I can't even trust them with my opinion?
My leader is out, too. He was attached to the old cat, and after he died, he would be furious to know who was behind it, and why. Blood fights for blood, after all. My involvement in his brother's death would deafen him to any reason I might be able to give him.
Could I trust my siblings? My mother? Surely not. I don't want to burden them with this, not until I have a solution. I couldn't bear to pile more grief on their shoulders. What of my father? I couldn't disappoint him more, after all. Even now, I feel the burning of his eyes, that searing pain in my fur. He doesn't approve of any of my choices, but I don't think he quite realizes what I'm planning, either. He can act like he knows everything, but his eyes are woefully blinded by the same light as everyone I know.
I can't tell my friends, either. They love me and trust me, but it's not enough. They see a different cat, whenever I speak to them.
It's clear, then. I must remain silent, so that only the moon, the shadows, and the stars know the truth of my secrets. This is my own burden to bear, and I must continue to do so. My mouth shall remain shut, and I will stand by myself to protect everyone.
I am alone.
I will stay alone.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 11, 2017 1:58:03 GMT -5
"Night Hunter" - x - Last Resort (10/17/2017) (611 Words) Ever since I chose my path, it seems as if everything I do is in the dead of night. I complete my duties during the day, only to continue to do so after the sun gives the last sigh of defeat and sinks down below the horizon. At night, I slip over to the fresh-kill pile, to test whichever concoction I have discovered lately. No one thinks twice of it, even after it's too late for them to stop me. So a cat's going near the fresh-kill, picking up some for themselves, and leaving once more. I always make sure to bring something with me, and I always remain blameless. Night time is the time for another duty, one where I go and confer with the ancestors from the shadows. They teach me, train me, and inspire me. They are my muse, and I owe a large portion of everything I know from them.
However, tonight is time for another duty to be added. One that I dread.
"I'll tell them all what you've told me! You're going mad, you addled kit! You've taken this too far-!"
I had chosen tonight to tell my old friend about my studies. About my true interpretation of the omen. He knew I had seen it. That other cat had seen it too. That cat that Alderstripe had been so fond of. They were still friends, even now.
Then again, despite his rejection, didn't I consider him my friend too?
So why was I doing this?
Was he really my friend if he wanted to hurt and betray me like this?
I had done nothing but sacrifice for the sake of this clan, and he dared to threaten me with this?
I had trained for this very moment. Night after night. My friends in the darkness had warned me that he might not be so understanding of my views. I had sworn to them that he would be, that he wouldn't hurt me.
My paws shook as I followed him back through the territory. I swallowed down the bile that rose in my throat at the very thought of what I had to do.
He didn't look at me. Didn't speak to me. I could feel the disgust radiating through him in waves as he stormed back through the marshes. The betrayal ripped through that bile like claws, with anger burning in the holes it made.
Why did he want to hurt me so badly? Destroy everything I did for our clan?
My claws slid out, sinking into the swampy earth of our territory. He wouldn't see. No one would see. No one would know.
No one could know!
If the old cat made it back to camp, he would tell Ripplestar. I wouldn't let that happen! I had worked too hard for this!
I lunged, and the two of us struggled. He never stood much of a chance, though. He was old, and I was young. Medicine cats weren't taught how to fight, so he was weak. But I was strong. Strong enough to bear the burden of this action.
Soon, his struggles faded into stillness, and I got to work once more. No one could know, so I would make it impossible to discover. I was meticulous. Savaging the body some more to make it look like something more than a cat had done this, removing my fur from his claws and burying it, spreading dog dung through the area. No one would ever know the difference because the dead said nothing to those who wouldn't listen.
Try as I might, though, I couldn't wash the taste of his blood from my mouth.
"Much Too Late" - x - The Brink (10/19/2017) (337 words)
The events that I have set in motion cannot be undone. It is much too late to turn back now, even if I want to. I have become more, much more. StarClan cannot stop me, so what makes mortal cats think that they'll be more successful? I am a cat of legend, of prophecy. The stars spoke of me, and the Clans will speak of me for seasons to come. I see their eyes, the eyes of the cats that once called me their friend. They are filled with anger, hate, and revulsion. They want my blood, my life. Little do they know they've already gotten it. They think that I brought the black water to them! That I am the cause of their ragged, emaciated forms, that I am responsible for the bodies of their loved ones that litter the forest like dead leaves, some of them remaining unburied because so few lack the energy to bury them anymore. My own eyes are filled with despair and bloodlust. They caused this! They wouldn't listen to me, and now our clans are dying out! My friends are dying, and they still deem me a monster, even as they beg for my help in the same breath! This could have been avoided if they had believed me all along! Instead, they waited until death lurked around the lake to believe me! I was right all along. I have always been right. But can I stop this? There are so few cats left now, it would be brainless to use other cats to try to find the cure for the black water sickness. But I will find the solution to this. The dark couldn't stop me. The stars can't stop me. I won't let this sickness stop me, either. I have destiny on my side, and now the hesitant cooperation of the cats that once cast me out. I am the cat of prophecy. I cannot afford to fail. It is much too late to do anything but try.
"Snake" - x - Serpent (10/19/2017) (445 words)
Snakes are fascinating creatures, wouldn't you agree, Listener?
The sight of a snake's discarded skin reminds me that everything eventually changes and renews. As a snake grows and learns, it sheds its skin to become bigger and stronger. It's an interesting process, and if you think about it, it's such a useful phenomenon. There's no sentimental attachment to its former husk, it merely escapes from its confines and moves on with its life. The future is all it looks forward to as it leaves the past behind. If only it were so easy for us cats to do the same.
That's not even bringing up the subject of their venom, or lack thereof. I wish I could collect a sample somehow. It kills cats that threaten it, but perhaps if it was mixed with certain herbs...well, that's simply an experiment for another day, now isn't it? Imagine all that it could accomplish!
Did you know that contrary to popular belief, snakes do not hunt the clan cats, my friend? That's merely a tall tale told by the elders, to keep nosey kits out from sunny rocks and places that may house the creatures.
Of course, I hope you don't think I'm implying that snakes won't hurt cats. That would be insane, wouldn't it? They merely defend what is theirs, lunging out at trespassers with a determination and ferocity that clan warriors should revere, not abhor. After all, don't our cats do the same with our homes? We defend our borders, our food, and our kin with deadly force if the need arises, so why do we fear an adder for doing the same?
Yes, snakes are powerful creatures. I've studied them extensively, I believe. My clanmates could learn a thing or two from them, and maybe you could too. Perhaps then, they would understand me a little better, too. There is no evil in snakes and no evil in me. You understand me, don't you Listener? After all, you've been here all along, and I'm still standing - you're horrible at hiding your intentions, you know?
All I want to do is ensure our survival, after all, something that the clans have forgotten. Can you truly call that evil? It's almost like a venom itself, complacency. The lake has been peaceful for seasons, and that sense of peace has almost...incapacitated us of our sense of urgency. The lake itself looks peaceful and serene, but what becomes of us when it turns against us? What if our very doom was hiding right beneath our whiskers, and when it finally decided that it's had enough of us, it strikes!
Should we not treat it with caution as well? "Against The Current" - x - Anchors (10/27/2017) ( 334 Words) It's easier to forget the simpler moments of life when your entire existence is filled with the torrent of your eventual death and the destruction of everything you love.
It doesn't erase those moments, though. Sometimes I can forget. I get swept away in my fervor and lose track of what's really at stake here. The time I spend with these cats is a breath of fresh air as I raise my head above the current, a solid stone in a stream of constant uncertainty.
Spending time in the nursery is one of those moments. While I'm in that warm, dim den, my anxiety is masked by the heavy scent of milk in the air, and that troublesome noise in my mind is chased away by the squeaks of the kits and the soft murmurs of their mothers. Some of my greatest guardians are pregnant she-cats and tiny, fierce balls of fur.
The thought is laughable, but it holds water.
Being in the nursery brings me back, against the flow of time, to the days where I was a kit. Safe beside my littermate and my mother, I feared nothing but the onset of night. Even in the grips of the darkness, curling up beside them made me feel warm and secure. My littermate and I have always been close, even though our father had never come into the nursery, or played with us either. That didn't matter to me, though. As long as I could keep the two of them safe, I would be happy.
Even now, I'll sometimes sleep next to my littermate, as if we were kits again. Or if I have time, I'll doze off in the bright sun or the shade of the nursery, with the kits curled up on me or beside me. I sleep better, then, my sleep untroubled by bad dreams or shadowy figures.
But swimming against the current never gets to the bottom of anything. Sometimes I must give up this comfort, for their sakes.
"Eve of the Dead" - x - Pyrrhic (10/27/2017) (366 words)
It's cold here, by myself. I may not be alone, in a physical sense. I have my clan of various deserters, cats that have grown fearful in the face of danger. I was finally proven right, but it wasn't the glorious moment I had been lead to imagine. Being a hero, being right, it didn't always lead to praise and adulation. Sometimes it led to hatred and suspicion by the cats you had struggled the whole time to save. Even now, the cats that follow me don't look at me with gratitude. They look at me with questions in their eyes, left unasked. I have taken so many lives in pursuit of the truth. How much more would I be required to take, and would it truly stop the horrors that surrounded us? After all, it would never erase the true cost of my "victory", if it could be referred to as such. No cat stands beside me. No cat will ever stand beside me. My stomach feels tight, and my mouth tastes of bile. Even after my exile, I found myself drawn to my old territory, my old home. Patrols are so few, they can hardly work up the strength to leave camp. Their bodies are broken, and for most of them...their spirits. Bodies of cats I knew, cats I loved, lie in the marshes. They had been buried by their clanmates at first, but slowly, they were sapped of the energy to do even that. My paws aren't even chilled by the cool mud of leaf-bare. Not that I can feel. They plunge into the sticky dirt, almost as if another cat is doing it. My mind struggles to stay on the size of the hole, not on the color of their pelt. Have you ever lost anyone that you loved, Listener? I could have saved each and every one of these cats if I had just tried harder. Their deaths are on my paws, just as much as they are the ones who didn't believe me. I am no hero. I am no legend. I am a failure. But I am not too late to make this right.
{I must speak to them.}
"What is Right, What is Mine"
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You still don't get it, do you?
I see it in your eyes. You know, your eyes have always been the simplest method to decipher how you feel. You feel everything, and you hide nothing. Even now, as you claim you're the surest of anything you've done in your life, your eyes betray you, my friend.
"Am I doing what's right?"
"I want to do what's right."
Even as we dance this last dance, fight my last battle, you don't know if you're doing the right thing. You think you hate me, but I'd like to think you understand me, as well. I know that you don't like to think about that, but you've always understood me. All this time and you've been looking at yourself in my eyes, haven't you?
You deny it now, but how many times have you risked everything to help someone you've loved? You don't care about consequences, about the outcome. Not fully. As long as your loved ones are safe, you'd do it, no questions asked.
Go on and deny it, I'll wait.
You've also always been trapped by "what is right" when you have always been capable of so much more. You wrestle with it even now, don't you? My inevitable death is right beneath your muzzle, and your doubt sinks its claws into your fur and refuses to let go. It smothers you, constricts you. You let it. You have always let it. It's a disappointment.
Your hesitation disappoints me.
You disappoint me.
After all, you have me trapped, why don't we just end things?
That's right. Even as you prepare to end my life, you scorn me for doing the same. What is a lesser evil? You've finally taken some steps in my path, and you're hating it. Your only option is death, or you will suffer more death. Yet you still find the conviction and energy to condemn me.
How does it feel? To take a life? To sacrifice...knowing all you're doing will only delay the real matter at hand.
You feel like you're accomplishing something.
You are.
Your wretched fixation on "light versus dark" will be the death of you all. My death? Merely a spark, in the fires to come.
Now, you'll finally understand. You will know how it will feel, when your entire world comes crashing down around you, no matter how "noble" you attempt to be as you try to gather the pieces.
You'll know where to find me. In your mind, never stalking too far from your thoughts. I've been there all along. When your back is in a corner, can you cling to that nobility that you claim to have? Can you?
I'd like to see you try. I have already failed.
In the night of no stars, you must look to the shadows to find the way.
I'll see you again soon, my friend... |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 11, 2017 2:11:01 GMT -5
This is now open, with the first prompt complete!
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 11, 2017 12:07:25 GMT -5
AHHH I CAN'T WAIT TO READ THIS TONIGHT!!! <3
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 11, 2017 13:25:18 GMT -5
I can't wait for you to read it!!
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 11, 2017 22:06:43 GMT -5
Ooooh, nice first entry! I did expect to see entries like this, but I like how you spun an origin story into this villain's introduction. The origin is obscure, but still clear enough that the reader understands his/her motives. He/she wants to protect those he loves at any cost.
Also I like the tie in phrase. "Once, I feared the darkness...now, I fear myself." It's a powerful comparison for a villain. It humanizes them in a special way. Its a great tactic to use, honestly.
I'm interested to see where you will go with this! Just remember that you can go outside the box a bit. (':
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 12, 2017 2:58:08 GMT -5
Thanks, Shadow!
I'll probably go a little outside of the box for the other ones, I just figured a baseline for the character in general would be a good place to start. ^^ I'll definitely keep that in mind though, and I'm glad you liked it!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 12, 2017 7:46:51 GMT -5
Another short one today, » ѕнαdσω ⚔️. I'm still getting the feel for this villain, but I'm giving it my best shot lol. I know their motives and his reasoning, but their voice is the part that's hard to come by. |
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 12, 2017 17:43:25 GMT -5
I see! Starting simple is very smart.
Reading the next entry now!
I'll start giving points sooner or later. Right now I'm just kinda working on multiple things so I'm just going to give verbal feedback so I can look back over it later to give a better score.
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 12, 2017 17:47:09 GMT -5
One error I noticed: "wanting to rip my the out and yowl."
Otherwise, this was an interesting piece! So I'm assuming this entry is once again from the Villain' point of view? He was given a prophecy about a poisoned river? :'O Interesting, interesting. I like the metaphors and imagery you use here. It fits with the prompt very well!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 12, 2017 21:45:20 GMT -5
Oh man, I didn't notice that. I hate autocorrect. I was typing it up on my phone. >.<
Thanks for the feedback, though!
And yeah, a lot of them are going to be in the villain's, who is tentatively being called Oracle for now until their "true name"is revealed.
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 13, 2017 1:19:58 GMT -5
LOL don't you hate that? x'D I type things out on my phone sometimes so I get it.
No problem!
Oooh, I like the name Oracle. :'O And sweeet!!! <33
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 13, 2017 1:38:32 GMT -5
Yeah, it kind of ruins the mood a little when you're writing a dramatic scene and some small word gets turned into something absolutely stupid out of the blue, lol.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 13, 2017 2:09:40 GMT -5
Another one bites the dust! Er...bites the...pixels? Idk, my mind is drained right now, » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ . |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 13, 2017 23:07:53 GMT -5
Prompt number 4 is now up, » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ ! There are still some foggy areas with my villain, but I'm learning more and more about them the more prompts I put up, so I'll continue my quest! |
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 14, 2017 13:44:37 GMT -5
His voice is becoming clearer and clearer as you write more. It's magnificent!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 14, 2017 14:02:56 GMT -5
I'm so glad about that too, tbh.
Clearly the solution for foggy villains is to do these prompts.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 15, 2017 6:58:24 GMT -5
Prompt #5 is up and ready to read, and the Oracle's ego builds with each story! » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 17, 2017 20:09:40 GMT -5
The Wolf and Night Hunter are now up, » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ ! Two for both days, since I missed last night's. |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 19, 2017 6:15:45 GMT -5
And there's another one up, » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ , once you're able to read it! |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 19, 2017 22:34:57 GMT -5
I tried something new with Snake, » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ . What do you think? |
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 19, 2017 23:41:24 GMT -5
I will respond after I get this new thread out of the way and my exam! <3 Just want to get these things done and out of the way so I can have some free time.
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 19, 2017 23:43:02 GMT -5
I will respond after I get this new thread out of the way and my exam! <3 Just want to get these things done and out of the way so I can have some free time. Yeah, I can understand that! I can't wait to see the new anthology! Good luck on the exam! |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 4:25:17 GMT -5
» ѕнαdσω ⚔️ : The next two are up! The finish line is in sight!
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Post by Dewstripe on Oct 27, 2017 10:58:07 GMT -5
omg why am I just now finding this? def gonna read this weekend.
question for the sake of me making predictions as to who the villain is: have we already met them in T&T?
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 11:18:50 GMT -5
You have, lol.
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Post by » ѕнαdσω ⚔️ on Oct 27, 2017 16:14:36 GMT -5
HMMMMM THIS IS GETTING SO DELICIOUS
Love the detail and metaphors and the way you keep building the character up more and more. It's awesome!
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 27, 2017 17:00:04 GMT -5
HMMMMM THIS IS GETTING SO DELICIOUS Love the detail and metaphors and the way you keep building the character up more and more. It's awesome! >8D The big finale is tomorrow night! Be prepared! |
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Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 30, 2017 10:32:14 GMT -5
Just casually bumping. Gonna do the finale tonight or tomorrow night.
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