Deersserts- LNE Prompt Thread ☆ Over

[Insaniity]

Smoke, Haze, Fog: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.

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Celebration: What makes you smile? What makes you happy?[/list]

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Draw some deersserts (or any characters) having fun at the festival

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[yeena]

Smoke, Haze, Fog: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.
Jeunes didn't like this morning; it wad dark and foggy. Now, he had good vision, but this fog was like pea soup. He could barely see his stretched out hand in front of him. A couple of foul words later and he was really regretting the suggestion of bringing a lantern on his travels. He had almost tripped over more than a couple of roots and rocks now, and that was what was truly annoying him. You see, he was worried about what could be lurking in the fog. He was concerned about the fact that he was tripping over things and that a person of his statue shouldn't be doing that.

Another tree crossed his path, and Jeunes leaned on it for support. He decided to take a short, little break against the tree. The fog around him really had no sympathy for him dealing with what was going on right now. It was pretty bad, at the moment. Huffing, he rested his head against the tree's bark and simply stood there silently. God, he didn't wanna move right now. He didn't wanna keep going and risk personally embarrassing himself.

But alas, fog was fog and it didn't seem to be lifting up at all. With a heave, Jeunes shoved himself away from the tree, placed one hand in his pocket and left the other out to feel for any incoming objects. He had never been anticipating leaving a forest so much; hopefully when he was out of the forest, he would be opened up in an area of which he could see at least three feet in front of him. That'd be nice, actually. He let the thought of an open and clear area encourage him to keep going, instead of stopping to snarl around at the fog and cursing every cloud particle he could.

Then he stumbled over a root.

Draw something using this pallete (you make tweak the pallete as you see fit):
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[Insaniity]

Smoke, Haze, Fog: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.

Draw something using this pallet (you make tweak the pallet as you see fit):

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[Lepid]

Celebration: What makes you smile? What makes you happy?

Everything around me makes me smile. My family, my dog, even strangers make me happy. I'm an optimistic person in general with my head in the clouds. Literally all I do is daydream and look for the best in people. My online friends usually make me smile the most, though. They tend to say funny things to me a lot and make me really happy. xD

Besides them though, drawing and writing makes me happy. It allows me to express myself and I love getting feedback on my pieces because it's me giving a piece of myself to the world and it means a lot to me. cx

[Insaniity]

Celebration: What makes you smile? What makes you happy?

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[**Snowwhisper**]

Smoke, Haze, Fog: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.

Suffocation.

That's all Archer could think as he held a rag to his mouth, everything was burning. And he was terrified, if he was honest with himself. He couldn't see anything in front of him. The smoke was too thick and he couldn't breathe because f it as well. He didn't know how he got her or how the fire was started but he needed to get out. And out fast. He was blindly looking for a door, coughing as he did. He wasn't finding one. And on the inside he was panicking, he could die! He was just about to give up on finding a way out when....

There! A breeze! Well not really a breeze, more like a whiff of fresh air! He stumbled towards it, choking. He gave a strangled gasp as he fell through the small opening to the outside world. Almost crying in relief on his lungs, he took a startled gasp as he stumbled onto the green grass. As he turned from laying on his stomach and looked at the wreckage, or what was supposed to be the burning building he was in. There was nothing but trees...

[LadyChinaAru]

I don't want to be rude but I don't think I got a red envelope for this prompt here

[Insaniity]

I don't want to be rude but I don't think I got a red envelope for this prompt here

You are right, I'm so sorry that I missed that! Thank you for letting me know ^^ I am including it below now

Day Three Prompt
Dragons: Envision a dragon. Do you battle him? Or is the dragon friendly? Use descriptive language.

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Smoke, Haze, Fog: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.

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[skywishes01]

writing prompt - day three

The dragon was truly something to behold. Its red scales glistened like a thousand polished rubies, sparking the sun's rays straight into your eyes every time the creature moved. They were well kept, too; not a speck of dirt could be seen on its hide. Or in its long, curved claws, for that matter. Unlike you. You had dirt all over you from being dropped on the cave floor (where you sat now) and your hair was nothing short of a gryphon's nest.

The beast turns its luminous orbs on you, as if sensing you admiring it. There was a fire burning deep in those eyes, shifting and flickering even as you stared at it. An elegant, spiraling horn rose from its head- only one, which was unusual for a dragon. But this one didn't seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to be liking the attention it was getting for it. If dragons could smirk, then this dragon was definitely smirking.

You realise you're still staring at it, and hurriedly cross your arms over your chest. You match its fiery eyes with a glare of your own.

The dragon snorts, a puff of smoke rising out of its nostrils. Is it... yes, it is. It's laughing at you.

'What?' you say irritably. The dragon's nose only twitches. 'It's not like there's anything special about you. You're no better than a unicorn.' you add, gesturing to its horn.

The dragon clutches one great big set of claws to its chest and fixes you with a mournful expression, like you've mortally wounded its pride. You probably have. Your parents always told you that dragons were vain, but you'd never met one who was this self-centered. But then, this was the first dragon you'd met.

Your parents. That's right. You remember now. You'd been kidnapped.

'Why did you bring me here anyway?' you demand.

The dragon's shoulders slump in a melodramatic sigh. It turns around so its tail is facing you.

'Oh, no, no, no, I really don't need to see....' It's too late. The dragon has lifted its tail.

They say the gunk on the underside of a dragon's tail produces a stink like a hundred toilets. It houses many parasites, ranging from tiny fleas to huge bloodsucking leech-flies. It's forever dirty because it is physically impossible for a dragon to clean its own tail. No one knows why. It just is, like many things in this world.

Now, seeing it firsthand, you know that all the stories are true.

'Ugh...' You can't fight the urge to pinch your nose. 'What do you want me to do about that?'

The dragon looks at you like you're stupid.

'Oh.' you say. 'I've got to clean that, haven't I? And then you'll take me back?'

The beast full-on rolls its eyes at you. Its horn starts to glow, and out of nowhere a bucket of water and a sponge appears.

'Are you sure you're not a unicorn?' you grumble.

The dragon ignores you.

You heave your own sigh as you pick up the sponge. It's the only way to get home, so you'll just have to suck it up and clean that tail.

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art prompt - day 3



It's a my little pony horse !!

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It's been 24 hours since my last post so I think I'm allowed to post again :')

[allinian]

Your character just saw the Lion Dance! Draw their reaction