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Browtober - Writing Dump 17 - Familiar Summon At the end of the hall stood a creature, looming, pale, gangly, hunched with crumpled wings fanned surely to make itself look even more terrifying. It walked through the halls, limping, dragging the heaviest parts of itself like it was just learning to stand. The lights of the station flickered as it passed, and Douglass had wedged himself haph...

Browtober - Writing Dump 09 - Full Moon - 263 The night was perfectly still, the moon above the boat a perfect circle reflected into the unmoving sea. For once the stillness of the ocean did not scare Luz, for he knew that this time it was not an ill omen of dangers to come. Once a year the ocean stilled, when the moon was at its closest, large in the sky like a porcelain dinner plate. Luz alway...

03 - Browtober – Drabbles 01 - Ink - 282 Interesting specimens, they were. Every little action they took was inane, one step further towards a very obvious death that each of them ignored. All but the little blue thing that had spawned the month before. It was all quite fun to watch. A group of beasts trapped together in what functioned effectively as a prison, what would they do to one another? Vest...

01 - Browtober - Fall Festival "Douglass..." Sanguine muttered monotonously to the satyr, standing with intense purpose before him with a ratty old baseball in hand. "I don't think I want it that badly..." "But you still want it, right?" He smirked, looking back over his shoulder as he cocked his arm back. Sanguine grimaced, truly unsure now if the novelty of the plush appea...