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rainbowfic2025-03-29 02:05 pm
himejoshiheart) wrote in rainbowfic2025-03-29 02:05 pm
I wanna feel whatever you think I should
Author: Chibi
Story: Aerie
Color: Color Spray (bigby's hand)
Styles and Supplies: diptych + oils (lyricaltitles duet fic - Different lyrics from the same song), graffiti (Alex G - Mary, which is SOOOOOO Prophet (aerie) coded oh my stars), canvas, chiaroscuro, life drawing
Summary: The Prophet is quite charming
Prompt Reasoning: i have no idea what bigby's hand refers to but. vibes. cult. abuse of authority. cult. large hand pressing your sorry ass down.
Wordcount: 242
Note: dividers by![[tumblr.com profile]](https://www.tumblr.com/favicon.ico)
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The Prophet is appealing. A soft brown face and black eyes look down at whoever they find- the cowering, vulnerable, lost little lamb they had just saved from the Four Bishops. Always, she offers a hand, and most times, they take it. Her soft smile hides her little fangs, and the warm yellow of her cloak is inviting.
When the Prophet commands your loyalty- you listen. You listen to his every word, because he's your everything. You pray to them, give them the devotion they need so that they can continue to spread their message- their truth- so that all can bow before them, or pay the price they deserve to.
You devote yourself. You spend all of your time and it feels great to give yourself over to the Prophet- you are born anew and born again and you feel whatever the Prophet thinks you should feel because they're the one with the power, not you.
And yet the Prophet will leave you to rot if he so wishes. "I am real and you are not" She says, and when Narin takes her place he repeats the same words- to you and to the former Prophet. "I am real and you are not" He says, a paw-finger on the Lamb's neck, and the latter gulps. A tear runs down their freckles. They won't remember the moment later, and you're forbidden from telling them- but that's ok, they're meant to be innocent.
Story: Aerie
Color: Color Spray (bigby's hand)
Styles and Supplies: diptych + oils (
lyricaltitles duet fic - Different lyrics from the same song), graffiti (Alex G - Mary, which is SOOOOOO Prophet (aerie) coded oh my stars), canvas, chiaroscuro, life drawingSummary: The Prophet is quite charming
Prompt Reasoning: i have no idea what bigby's hand refers to but. vibes. cult. abuse of authority. cult. large hand pressing your sorry ass down.
Wordcount: 242
Note: dividers by
The Prophet is appealing. A soft brown face and black eyes look down at whoever they find- the cowering, vulnerable, lost little lamb they had just saved from the Four Bishops. Always, she offers a hand, and most times, they take it. Her soft smile hides her little fangs, and the warm yellow of her cloak is inviting.
When the Prophet commands your loyalty- you listen. You listen to his every word, because he's your everything. You pray to them, give them the devotion they need so that they can continue to spread their message- their truth- so that all can bow before them, or pay the price they deserve to.
You devote yourself. You spend all of your time and it feels great to give yourself over to the Prophet- you are born anew and born again and you feel whatever the Prophet thinks you should feel because they're the one with the power, not you.
And yet the Prophet will leave you to rot if he so wishes. "I am real and you are not" She says, and when Narin takes her place he repeats the same words- to you and to the former Prophet. "I am real and you are not" He says, a paw-finger on the Lamb's neck, and the latter gulps. A tear runs down their freckles. They won't remember the moment later, and you're forbidden from telling them- but that's ok, they're meant to be innocent.