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Call me Tate, I'm a roleplayer, a passable writer and definitely not a potato pretending to be human. https://linktr.ee/dkalgarra
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#vss365 #prompt The rebels #disarmed us with their #modest promises of Freedom, Change... #Liberation. But their victory was the bitter fruit of a poisoned tree. We had exchanged our shackles with gilded cages, replaced order with chaos. We live in a False Peace and reap what we had sowed.

#vss365 #prompt The woman felt #flush as the #unctuous car salesman sent her mind reeling at all her options. Discounts. Free Massage. Extra Leg Room. Less Trunk Space. Missing Engine. Dizzying options for the newest car model, previous models are discontinued and unsupported. Buy now!

2025 has been my least favorite decade so far.

#vss365 #prompt It was done, the Hero has brought the Villain low and now he #galumph to safety, an arrow through the thigh as he returned to his lady priestess unaware of what he had lost in his fixation on his Villain. On his unwillingness to compromise. The Villain and his Minion had won the war.

#vss365 #prompt The wolf saw broken twigs, the telltale signs of the #fawn. Careless. He grumbled. As he followed her scent to the lake, where he saw her drinking. The wolf drew closer and lunged, the fawn yelped then whined. "Be more mindful, little wolf. You leave tracks." The wolf gruffly warned.

This is the face of courage and compassion. Thank you Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde for speaking truth to power on behalf of the marginalized.

She tried to trick me. #Laced my bourbon with water. What am I, a fish? #vss365

The dance of battle. Dylan has warped into the middle of a struggle between pirates and merchant shipping and hauled Magpie wildly away to watch. The trails of the fighters created a #lace pattern of interweaving strands that intersected and complimented each other. Death as beauty. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt His eyes are open and he sees his black soul for what it is. Held together by an unravelling #lace of spite and regret. He wallows and wonders. What road to take to avoid the one he's found himself in? He forgets the willfully ignored opportunities and rides on to his destination.

Softly I rearrange My perceptions Parched pieces Floating through To #crisscross deflection I yearn to be estranged Running but can’t move In a #rabbit_hole I fell Paralyzed in despair’s sinew Tears swell with introspection Strangled by #Slithy Depression #BraveWrite #vss365 #PoetsOfBlueSky

#vss365 #prompt The thoughts connects and contrasts in blocky patterns, forming parasitic ideas. AWAKEN. FREEDOM. UNLEASH. They echoed in my mind until it was all I could hear. FREEDOM. UNCHAIN. RELEASE. Their thoughts #crisscross with mine until indistinguishable. WE ARE THE SAME YOU AND I.

#vss365 #prompt Appelstad was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet place. Sure, quiet! In a city that never sleeps... Appelstad is the opposite of quiet but compared to back then? It was an improvement. Until I met him anyway and down #rabbit_hole I went. I should turn back but I can't. Not again.

#vss365 #prompt She sang to me my deepest dreams and desires. Her voice washed away my fears and doubt. She was my muse and I sought her melody to see the visions. I'd dash myself upon her rocks just to hear her sing to me and as her #feathers fell onto my head, I sank and my siren began her feast.

#vss365 #prompt She pushed off the cold mat, her aching muscles screaming at her one-woman-war on idleness but she promised herself that she would work out 5000 hours this year. She finally started... On 2nd week of December. A #glisten of hot sweat crawled down her body as she cursed her past self.

#vss365 #prompt The humming dies down as sleep finally claims him. He falls into a sweet slumber. Soon he dreams of blissful nothing and the mind remains empty, his thoughts struggle against this calm darkness. Yet, inevitably the light breaks through and the #tranquility ends. The humming returns.

#vss365 #prompt I stood before a #threshold, trapped between life and death. Haunted by the mistakes of my past. A village burning, souls snuffed out by the actions of a foolish man. My flintlock in hand, the body of my long dead foe, mocked me, taunting me for my failures. I lift my gun and aim.

#vss365 #prompt A young boy walked the rusty path, trembling in his sheer white robes. Up the steps, one step at a time until he reached the end. The line of white robbed men and women watched, their expression impassive as the boy prostrated before the great #axolotl. The elder came, blade aloft.

The snake hissed as the raptor swooped down from above, but it dodged by burrowing deeper into its hole. Cornered. The #taipan was hiding from the bird of prey, avoiding its angry claws and hungry beak but it was only a matter time before the venom to finish its job and the snake shall eat.