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Literature
Recursion
Recursion
Day 24
The trees are not unguarded.
I was chopping wood when one of the larger nearby trees stood up and came at me, wooden claws unsheathed. Rather than stand my ground I chose the better part of valor and ran. Unfortunately it pursued me. I ended up trapped far from my base camp with night approaching.
Huddling in the night with a torch is not something I relish in this cursed wilderness but sometimes it must be done. Unfortunately the night did not quell the guardian's wrath and it continued its slow, plodding pursuit of me. But I had an idea. I began planting every pine cone I had in my possession, speaking to each one as I did so. I would have felt silly had the guardian not walked up to me and stood as if waiting. I continued in my pagan offering until the guardian was apparently satisfied and settled back down. I swear to all I hold dear, the guardian looked exactly like a normal tree, albeit a large one.
I admit I did not return that way for a day before I managed
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Literature
Recursion
Recursion
Day 12
I hate those infernal hounds.
I can hear them approaching. I regret now that I have not walled off this little corner of the forest that I have chosen to call my own. I am tired, I am hungry, and I am weak from the venom of those spiders. I fear I have just enough time to fashion a spear before they come for me.

Wilson's hands shook as he read the words in the dying firelight. The darkness pressed in against him all around, crawling inward as the fire sputtered.
Those were the last words on the page. Dark spots marred the edges of the papyrus, dried deep into the reeds. A thick swipe of brown streaked along the bottom as if by a bloodied hand. Wilson took a shuddering breath. The man who wrote this had died there, his blood on the page as those hounds tore him apart.
It was written in his own hand.
But it hadn't happened. Had it?
The words grew hard to read as the fire died to embers. Wilson looked around nervously before tossing some sticks on the fire and blow
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Literature
Recursion
Recursion
Three days.
Three days alone on this hellish island. Wilson's hands ached from the work, from constant use with such rough tools. The triumph of realizing he could fashion an ax from the native flint and random sticks had long since worn away, consumed by the ever growing hunger, the exhaustion, the oppressive weight that he carried. Logs were heavy and his lack of anything to call a home base forced him to carry everything he owned on his back like he was some sort of pack mule.
He stooped down to pick up something else, a strange bone with an eye on it that seemed to be looking at him. He held it up, watched it blink at him then widen. The eye seemed to smile and then he heard it.
Boing. Boing. Boing.
Wilson readied his ax. He wasn't sure what was coming but if it was anything like those spiders...
A strange furry... creature... bounded up to him on four round legs. It had a tongue that lolled and a mouth that seemed to stretch all the way around the creature's spherical bo
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Literature
Not So Alone
Not So Alone
Alone.
That was the best way to describe this hellish place. He was alone here. It was a lonely forsaken place. Nothing sane lived here. Monsters, beasts, mind-numbing impossibilities, oh this place crawled with them.
Wilson stared into his meager campfire, listening to the sounds around him. Within the inky blackness distances didn't seem to matter. The snoring beefalo he knew to be only a stone's throw away sounded farther than the croaking frogs several clicks distant. That darkness was oppressive, dangerous, and Wilson had the very real sense that if he stepped out into it, the darkness itself would be the thing to take him.
He poked at the fire as he thought.
He thought wistfully about his laboratory. Not the first time he fantasized about turning that damned radio off, never shedding his blood for the pursuit of some 'hidden knowledge' that no man was ever meant to know. But unlike every other time he thought about it, the expected regret...
It wasn't there. Not anym
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Literature
Captured
Captured
Blue eyes opened to bright white light.
Vlad Masters groaned as he clamped his eyes shut against the assaulting bright. He tried to turn over and go back to sleep, maybe drag the blankets over his head to hide from the light. But nothing happened. He pulled at his limbs, wondering why he was stuck on his back, why his arms were locked over his head.
Blue eyes shot wide open. No...
He blinked the brightness out of his eyes, willing them to adjust. He was stretched out on a table, his arms shackled above his head. Those shackles glowed a faint green through the clear white... “glass?” he asked. He tried to shift his wrists, to test how much wiggle room he really didn't have. They creaked like glass, felt like glass. The table was glass as well. And above him, maybe even all around him, copper-lined ribs of glass forming some sort of cage...
A Faraday cage...
“I see you're awake.”
Wary eyes darted to the source of that voice. Dread gripped his breat
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Literature
Swallowed Whole
Swallowed Whole
The Behemoth descended. Vlad barely had the chance to look up from his crystalline prize before the monster's mouth engulfed him. He struggled against the monster's tongue, trying to escape but unwilling to give up his prize. But he failed. The Behemoth swallowed its prey, its four clawed hands going to its belly. It tongue lolled in contentment.
“Butter biscuits!” Vlad shouted, the sound muffled by the belly of the monster closing in around him. He wrapped his arms around the crystal case, within the Skeleton Key he'd searched long and hard for. He wasn't giving this up.
Soft slimy walls closed in all around him, holding him still, preventing him from thrashing about to escape. He gasped at the sensation, as gentle pressure wrapped around him entirely from his feet to his scalp. He clutched the Key's case to his chest, worried it would somehow be stolen from him. But the monster's belly made no such attempt, instead pressing against him on all sides with so
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Literature
Already Been
Already Been
In 2004 the X-Prize was awarded as a privately-funded venture successfully put a man in space and brought him back. It was announced that the new company, Virgin Galactic, would be flying commercial suborbital flights within three years.
Deposits came rolling in, calling dibs on the  first scheduled flights. Some people on these flights were rather vocal about it. Some shyly admitted it. Some merely said “I've always wanted to go to space.”
Three years passed. Testing was still ongoing. Interest in space grew exponentially along with interest in paranormal phenomena after the wake of the Disasteroid incident, giving Virgin Galactic a chance to unveil their first operational suborbital, the VSS Enterprise.
And quietly, discretely, one eager passenger pulled his name from the list. Perhaps not so discretely...
*****
Tucker Foley, mayoral intern, carried an armful of mail through the corridors of city hall. Perhaps he should have borrowed the mail cart
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Literature
Self Experimentation
Self Experimentation
It was insane.
It was completely, doubtlessly, sugar-frosted insane.
Brilliantly insane.
After all, they weren't interested in saving him or curing him or even exorcising him. No. They studied him. They strapped him to tables and ran electrodes into him. They took notes. They exposed him to things just to watch the ecto-acne bloom. They poked and prodded him, they took samples, they tore away tissues, pride, ego, anything they could to find what they were looking for.
But they never found it.
Vlad knew that it was his ghost who'd kept them from finding it. From finding the contract, from finding ways to duplicate it, to bring more ghosts under control. And in the end it was his ghost who'd rescued him, saved him, allowed his escape.
And now he had this new form, these new powers. Powers that were so difficult to control, so strange. So dangerous.
He could feel himself slipping away every moment he spent wrapped in his ghost's guise. Red eyes stared at him in
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Literature
Baiting the Trap
Baiting the Trap
Yes, Sir.
I buy, sell, and repair typewriters. This here’s my store.
Well, it’s been awhile since anybody’s asked me about that.
Okay.
It were back in 1988, June, I think. This guy comes in with an old typewriter. Pretty little machine but he said it weren’t working. I gave him a quote on it and told him to come back in two days when I was finished. He looked a little nervous, I admit, but he signed the paperwork and left.
Yes, Sir, he said his name were Jack Fenton.
No, that ain’t him in the picture. I believe you, Sir, that that’s a picture of Jack Fenton but the one I knew weighed a good 150 pounds less. He were real skinny, like he ain’t been eating enough. Pale, too. And tall. I couldn’t tell you how old he was, though, not for the life of me. You see, Sir, he had this real gray hair. Like white-gray. And it were down past his elbows. But it were his skin that caught me weird. In my profession you get used to gray ha
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Literature
Shadows
Shadows
Dash Baxter grabbed his head and groaned. The last thing he knew he was asking Ember for her autograph and trying to prove he was her biggest fan. Then Kwan jumped him and he heard a blast of guitar music, felt the gentle press of lips to his forehead and then...
He looked around him. The park was gone, replaced by an oily blackness as far as the eye could see. The ground seemed soft, like liquid shadow as it flowed around his hands and knees as he knelt on it. In it? He couldn't tell anymore.
There were guys all around him. Old guys, young guys, huge guys, nerdy guys, but they were all... guys. “Dude, what happened?” he asked.
“I don't know,” breathed a voice. Kwan was sitting next to him, trying to wipe away the clinging shadows. They smeared like oil, refusing to be wiped away.
“Something is very wrong here,” Dash allowed.
“No shit!” came a shout from the mass of guys. Tucker Foley came barreling out, PDA in hand. “We're
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Literature
Tattoos
Tattoos
Laughter echoed throughout Fentonworks. Danny had been strangely eager to watch the news today, something that Jack was chalking up to some late-blooming maturity. It was about time for it, the boy was almost sixteen.
But this? That wasn't really news. It didn't seem to matter as Danny called in his mother from the kitchen where dinner was cooking. She joined in with her son's wicked laughter. It was infectious. Even Jack had to give in.
There on the evening news was Vlad Masters, his towel blown away by the chopper's slipstream. The wall of his hotel was rendered invisible, obviously the result of some vindictive, putrid, peeping ghost. His hands went down to try and cover himself while the paparazzi’s camera zoomed in.
“Whoa, whoa, wait, what's that?” Danny asked, still laughing. He pointed out a spot on Vlad's left hip.
Jack looked as well. Yep, there it was for all the world to see.
“Vlad has a tattoo?” Danny asked. “I'm not sure if I wan
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Three Little Vultures
Three Little Vultures
One of the downsides to this Infimap artifact: language was not a constant throughout time and space.
At least it had seen fit to keep him on Earth. Natural ghost portals appeared anywhere life was prevalent enough to warp reality with consciousness. Earth, Titan, the rings of Saturn, probably other places just in this solar system alone.
Compared to the oily ice-fields of Titan the Roman Empire was a paradise.
Now if only Vlad could speak Latin. He understood snippets of it, his own experience with French enabling him to recognize verbs, conjunctions, some nouns. But the grammar was incomprehensible and when he opened his mouth to speak it...
He wasn't entirely sure what 'morionem umbra' meant but that was what they called him.
*****
This life wasn't too bad. He was learning Latin. He was fairly well kept here in the Temple. He had been given a slave boy with the prettiest round... eyes... to attend to him and teach him the language. He attended services and sacr
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A Pretty Little Lie
A Pretty Little Lie
“All you wanted was to make the hurt go away,” Vlad lamented. Sadness overwhelmed his voice as he remembered what he had been, what he had done. What had become of him and all that once was. “I honored your wishes. No more painful human emotions to drag you down. Sadly, that freed you up to rip the ghost out of me.”
Wide green eyes watched him as he told the story of Phantom's downfall, green eyes he'd not seen in ten years. If the boy turned human they'd be the most beautiful shade of sky blue. If only...
“And when my evil ghost half mixed with yours,” Vlad continued. “And my evil side overwhelmed you...” He paused, unable to continue.
“What happened to my human self?” Danny asked.
So innocent, so curious, so sweet. Vlad couldn't bear to break that down. “Some things, my boy, are better left unsaid,” he whispered.
Vlad closed his eyes and sighed. A whisper tickled the back of his mind. That'
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Conclave
Conclave
The world was normal again. The Reality Gauntlet saved from the hands of the evil megalomaniac, the fabric of existence returned to normal, and of course nobody knew his secret anymore.
There was only one way to keep it that way. Danny tossed the artifact into the air and blasted it to smithereens.
And then... normality failed again.
A ripple in the fabric of reality arched out through the dimensions. Quiet, near-petrified eyes opened, the first time in millennia. Shades spiraled in the depths of shadow. Demons and worse stirred in their lairs. The greedy, the damned, the ghosts, all looked around in fear at their hoards.
Someone dared...
Someone dared destroy an artifact?
Who?
Who would do such a thing?
*****
The circular chambers were filled with a cacophony not heard in a thousand years. Collected in an arc at the rim, floating behind their raised dais, thin-fingered creatures with giant single eyes floated draped in fine robes. They observed the gathered conc
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Chapter 12: Day 5: Dinner and Dessert  www.fanfiction.net/s/8659887/1…

This is cowritten with :icontangerine-catnip: It's the prosed and primped result of a porny, kinky RP done in our spare time.

This chapter is late Day 5. Pets need to be fed. And then there's afterward...

This chapter's kinks: pet play, spanking, rimming, shower sex, and rough sex without lube.

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AwesomeBunny01 Featured By Owner May 2, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi! It's been a long time. Could you add me as co-founder onto my other dA account? It's located here: :iconichigomurasaki: I've deleted all of the art on this account and moved it back to my old account. Plus I'm more active on my old account. And I'll work on the icon for the group of "DP-StrikingFear".
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Hello and welcome to :icondont-starve-fans:!
We look forward to seeing what you'll contribute to the group, and are happy to have you around!
If you ever have any questions, please feel free to ask me or one of our other wonderful admins.

Have fun, and be sure not to starve!
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Thanks for the fave :)
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Thanks for adding my work to your favourites!
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Thank you for the fav :la:
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Thanks for :+fav: :)
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sapphireswimming Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2012
So all of the voting is complete for the #Through-DP contest and you get a point and drabble commission (or a really bad pic if you'd really prefer it) by *moi*

So let me know what you want and thank you again for participating. I really loved seeing all of the pieces you drew. And congrats! :)
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I dunno what I want. Generally when I have an idea I want expanded I tend to write it myself.

So, um... Have fun? Seriously, surprise me.
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Alright. I'll have to ponder that one some... :plotting:
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