1. Reply to this post with "UNICORNS", and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.


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Day 2 of 30 days of Fiction: "2) Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature."
15 minute fiction prompt: "Obnoxious Dragons."There was a drunk dragon on my front lawn again ( Read more... )

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Originally posted here in response to this image promptThe planet had been, to all of their sensors, bare of tool-using life. There was nothing there that showed up using anything more complex than a stone axe. No smelting. No radio waves. No large gatherings of populations ( Read more... )

Originally posted here in response (well, it was supposed to be in response) to the prompt: "The fight's begun, but not yet won / And I won't become one more casualty."

Fae Apoc, Apoc era.There was a wounded godling in Nila’s back yard. This close to the city, you got the fights overhead sometimes, the wild aerial battles that looked like ( Read more... )

Originally posted here in response to the prompt "brand." It might be faeapocShuna held still while the tattoo artist worked the ink into her beck and back, ignoring, or trying to, her mother’s hovering disapproval ( Read more... )

Originally posted here in response to the prompt "smear." It's, ah, um, fan-fiction for a roleplay in my Tir na Cali setting that
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Originally posted here in response to the Lyrics Prompt "I don't need your reasons - I know you're good." "I don't need your reasons." Junji took the photo from the too-thin, too-blonde woman. "I'm here to do a job ( Read more... )

Originally posted here in response to the prompt "Hallow."

I think it's Fairies (Tir na Cali) in SpaaaceThe ground was barren, without a place for the holy beings to call home, without a place of concretion where they could talk to their gods. Some worried that, so far from home, their gods would not hear them, even if they did the rites to ( Read more... )

Originally posted here in response to the lyrics prompt: "The more the light shines through me, I pretend to close my eyes / The more the dark consumes me, I pretend I'm burning, burning bright."

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