{Nov 202 Dainty Prompt}: Quest to the Crown by shibadreams, literature
Literature
{Nov 202 Dainty Prompt}: Quest to the Crown
Summary: Misun the vampire prince loses his precious crown. He and his werewolf husband Addie seek out the help of Misun's best guard, Zeph, and Zeph's husband and local healer, Lemonade. The party sets out on their worst double date yet, enraging the rival werewolf king of the rival kingdom who the suspect has stolen Misun's crown. Quest to the Crown “Give it up!” Zeph stood on the table of the king, unapologetically shaking him out from the ankles. Their party had successfully infiltrated the castle, sneaked passed the guards with no shortcomings in creativity, and finally found their way to The Boss Man himself. King Bastion’s pockets emptied, sending coins clinking against the silver-plated table and bouncing across the stone floor. “Let me go! This is outrageous! I told you, we’ve stolen nothing!” “Liar!” Zeph shook the scoundrel again. Lemonade fretted. The blond seemed torn between outrage for Misun—who stood crownless next to Addie—and worry that Zeph might later be
{Dainty Prompt} Hoofoween: Mix and Match by shibadreams, literature
Literature
{Dainty Prompt} Hoofoween: Mix and Match
Summary: Riley, Brinley, Lemonade, Zeph, and Addie swap costumes. Suki, Boo, and Chip swap among one another. They all meet at a Halloween party and dissolve into celebratory chaos, as is usual for their group. Hoofoween was meant to be scary, but dressing up out of his comfort zone wasn’t exactly the sort of scare Brinley thought they’d be facing this year. “I don’t know about this,” Riley piped up from behind the dressing curtain. Brought back to attention, Brinley leaned out of the window to expel a lungful of smoke into the city air. The butt of his cigarette was forgotten in the ashtray that sat on the windowsill. “What don’t you know about?” Brinley pushed his rose-colored glasses up to the top of his head, unintentionally turning them into a temporary headband. With precision, his hooves searched for flat spaces to step between discarded and empty soda bottles and corn chip bags: remnants from the night before when they had played 8-bit video games well into the witching
{Nov 202 Dainty Prompt}: Quest to the Crown by shibadreams, literature
Literature
{Nov 202 Dainty Prompt}: Quest to the Crown
Summary: Misun the vampire prince loses his precious crown. He and his werewolf husband Addie seek out the help of Misun's best guard, Zeph, and Zeph's husband and local healer, Lemonade. The party sets out on their worst double date yet, enraging the rival werewolf king of the rival kingdom who the suspect has stolen Misun's crown. Quest to the Crown “Give it up!” Zeph stood on the table of the king, unapologetically shaking him out from the ankles. Their party had successfully infiltrated the castle, sneaked passed the guards with no shortcomings in creativity, and finally found their way to The Boss Man himself. King Bastion’s pockets emptied, sending coins clinking against the silver-plated table and bouncing across the stone floor. “Let me go! This is outrageous! I told you, we’ve stolen nothing!” “Liar!” Zeph shook the scoundrel again. Lemonade fretted. The blond seemed torn between outrage for Misun—who stood crownless next to Addie—and worry that Zeph might later be
{Dainty Prompt} Hoofoween: Mix and Match by shibadreams, literature
Literature
{Dainty Prompt} Hoofoween: Mix and Match
Summary: Riley, Brinley, Lemonade, Zeph, and Addie swap costumes. Suki, Boo, and Chip swap among one another. They all meet at a Halloween party and dissolve into celebratory chaos, as is usual for their group. Hoofoween was meant to be scary, but dressing up out of his comfort zone wasn’t exactly the sort of scare Brinley thought they’d be facing this year. “I don’t know about this,” Riley piped up from behind the dressing curtain. Brought back to attention, Brinley leaned out of the window to expel a lungful of smoke into the city air. The butt of his cigarette was forgotten in the ashtray that sat on the windowsill. “What don’t you know about?” Brinley pushed his rose-colored glasses up to the top of his head, unintentionally turning them into a temporary headband. With precision, his hooves searched for flat spaces to step between discarded and empty soda bottles and corn chip bags: remnants from the night before when they had played 8-bit video games well into the witching