Fifteen Minutes of Scrawl

So for a D&D campaign, I'm going to be a cleric of Avandra. Now there is only so much out there of proverbs and sacred texts, so Kimi challenged me to do some research and come up with some of my own. So here we go! First off, here is what I can find: Luck favors the bold. Take your fate into your own hands, and Avandra smiles upon you. Strike back against those who would rob you of your freedom and urge others to fight for their own liberty. Change is inevitable, but it takes the work of the faithful to ensure that change is for the better. Now to make up some/modify some/steal some from other sources: The die is cast by Avandra Luck be with lady Avandra tonight Diligence is the mother of good luck When flipping a coin, you know what you truly hope for The only constant is change Do not trust anyone claiming to peddle luck You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke

Pepper woke up and saw it was another normal day. The sun was out, but there were some clouds. It was time to get some food. They say the early bird gets the worm, but the slightly later bird gets the commuter leftovers. And really, who wouldn't prefer bits of a blueberry bagel over worms? Pepper had never understood why the line about the worm was still being said. Pepper flew from his perch on a telephone post and started to circle the area near the train station. This was usually the best place to find food. A lot of commuters didn't seem to want to take their food on the train so they often scarfed some of the food down, leaving little crumbs for Pepper to eat up. Today Pepper spotted one of the regulars. She never seemed to be with people, so Pepper hadn't caught her name, but he called her Everything because she always had an everything bagel. These were the best bagels for pigeons because they were guaranteed to have something fall off of it. Pepper fluttered dow

Bessie thought her life would be confined to the farm forever. It's what her mom had done and her mom before her and so on and so forth as far back as cow oral history went. Her mom and grandmother had always gold her it was a good life. You relax, eat, roam within the fences, have adorable calves, and provide milk for both the calves and for the farmers. But Bessie could see that there was life beyond the farm. The bulls of the farm would sometimes be pulled into bull fights. Luckily, these bullfights did not end in the killing of the bull, but just in the mock killing of a bull. It was a symbolic victory the matadors took in these cases where the matadors hit the bulls with prop swords so it looked like they were stabbed, but were left unharmed. The bulls, including Bessie's father, grandfather, brothers, cousins, and uncles all enjoyed getting wide range of the farm and then got to travel to arenas. They brought back tales of grand crowds, loud cheers, and sights and smell

The cutest goat in the world is a baby goat, this is easy to guess. No one should be surprised that the cutest goat in the world is a little fluffy one with big eyes. However, the cutest goat in the world is also the most dangerous. The cuteness of the cutest goat in the world masks its evilness. It is known that all goats are creepy creatures. If you doubt that, please consult some literature. However, another terrifying factor in their creepiness that was not covered is their intelligence. Goats know that they come off as creepy and thus know that they have to distract from it in some way. Thus, goats elect to have the most evil deeds carried out by the youngest members of their species because they know that humans cannot resist fluffy babies. The leader of these fluffy babies is chosen with care each year and they is this leader that is the cutest goat in the world. The cutest goat then must instruct all other cute goats in their duties. Mostly this involves getting close to hu

Elexia stood in her throne room in perhaps the most beautiful dress she'd ever seen, holding an immense bouquet of wildflowers and she was over it. She had been dressed by her handmaidens, painted with the greatest of hair, had her hair pulled and curled and piled on top of her head, but yet this beauty that had been composed was gaining her no more respect. She was to marry the man in front of her who had not even had the dignity of putting on a mask of beauty for his blushing bride. Yet that blush was not of her excitement or of embarrassment or even anticipation, it was of a seething rage bubbling just beneath her powdered cheeks. This prince was a fine prince, most had told her. He was learned, this was true in the sense that his family had sought to bring him a tutors in every conceivable subject, but his lack of deep understanding of any of the topics made Elexia think he should have been given focus rather than trivial topics. He was handsome they had said, but Elexia th

"I'm just saying, how do we know that we're not immortal?" "So you just want to try stupid shit and see if it kills you? Is that your plan?" "No, cause we're probably moral, but I'm just saying, we don't know that we're mortal." "You're so dumb, Eddie." "But am I dumb mortal or immortal, Rocky?" As Rocky lay at the bottom of the cliff face he'd been trying to climb, this conversation he'd had with his friend played over and over in his head. Rocky had fallen so far and onto rocks, but he wasn't dead. His friends rushed over and told him what a miracle it was that he'd survived, but he was wondering...was it really a miracle? Or could Rocky possible be immortal? When his parents met him at the hospital he kept waiting for them to reveal something about why he'd survived. Rocky had known he was adopted and had never much minded, but now he was wondering where exactly he'd com

There once was a boy called Banana Boye. He bought bananas by the dozen and gave them out to all he met. He dressed himself in all yellow clothes from Banana Republic, except on special occasions when he donned his ceremonial banana costume. He used Banana Boat sunscreen and found banana scented lotion, body wash, and shampoo. He only drank banana soda, wine with banana notes, and banana ales. His favorite game was Bananagrams. He decked out his house in yellow and fabric with bananas printed on it. All who knew him never knew his original name, for he was just the town's Banana Boye. It never occurred to Banana Boye that there could be other food boyes out there. Surely, Banana Boye was unique in his passion for a fruit. But one day, Apple Adam rolled into town. He had bushels of apples that handed out to the confused neighbors of Banana Boye. They were shocked to see someone dressed in all the colors of apples as well as clothing branded with the Apple logo (he also bought his

Lily was tired, but this was nothing new. It was the perpetual curse of grad students, or students in general, it seemed. She rubbed her eyes blearily and only stopped because her email pinged yet again. God, will the undergrads stop asking me questions?  her annoyed and sleep deprived mind thought. It was 2am and she still kept getting emails from the students in her study sessions. Sometimes, in her tired moments, she wondered if the money off her tuition was even worth being a TA. Although, when she was thinking clearly she knew that, of course, the answer was yes. She switched to her email tab and was mildly shocked to see that the email wasn't from one of her students. It was a message from the school saying that there had been an outbreak of measles on campus and that some of those infected had been studying in the post grad room. Great , she thought, just what I need . She deleted the email and got back to work. After just a few hours of sleep, it was time for Lily to go

For those of you who don't know, I love getting mail. I guess this started a bit when I first went to summer camp, but I think it really kicked off in college. My friend group had scattered and I thought writing could be a good way to stay in touch. At the start of each semester, I'd send out a batch of postcards and then wait and see who had the time to write back. While this prompt was originally just favorite postcards I've gotten, I'm also going to make it favorite postcards I've sent. I used to have a stack of cute baby animals sharing bad news and another that was cute baby animals saying like really bad pick up lines. I thought these were the height of hilarity and I love the idea of people seeing these bizarre bits of mail as they passed through their hands and finally ended up with my friends. If anyone still has these, please send me a photo because I can't remember the things that the cute baby animals said specifically. I wonder if I still find the

Lauren looked around at the piles on her desk. How did she work so hard yet the piles never seemed to get any smaller? Some days she'd even work late to try and catch up and the piles would be reduced when she left but when she came in the next morning, they would have multiplied and taken over her desk again. Sometimes she wished there were fewer incident reports or that her boss wasn't actually succeeding in his mission. Now these were organized piles and did not fully cover her desk, which Lauren did very intentionally. Not only was being organized necessary for keeping the ship running smoothly, but it allowed her to look at the things she had on her desk that weren't piles of paperwork. She tried to keep things on her desk that would make her smile as she felt like she was drowning in paperwork. There was, of course, a photo of her beloved niece that she babysat every weekend. The photo had been taken when she had started to learn to smile and it was incredibly adora

"So what's the best present you got for Christmas, Nick?" "Um," Nick looked down at his feet. He wasn't sure how to answer his aunt's question. He knew what she probably wanted to hear so he said, "the sweater you gave me, Aunt Noel." Aunt Noel beamed, "Oh that's just great, Nick. I spent a lot of time figuring out what to get you. I know sweaters aren't always the coolest gift, but I think it suits you." Nick thought of the sweater that was too big for him and just a little itchy and wasn't so sure. But he was old enough to know that he shouldn't say that to his aunt, so he just smiled and gave her a hug. "It's great. Thanks, Aunt Noel." Aunt Noel gave him a tight hug and then rejoined the rest of the party. At the age of ten, Nick was the youngest one there by about ten years, so it wasn't exactly his favorite kind of party. However, he always loved the impressive pile of cookies that his da

Okay, let's come up with some more prompts! Someone find something in their peanut butter. Lotion has an unexpected effect Girlfriends drinking wine together Why is this cafe so chilly? Tips to stay cozy Who is riding the bus with you? A conversation between a cab driver and a rider Moving into a new house, a young mom finds a mysterious notebook Moving into a new house, a kid hears things at night What is the history of the bit of land you're on What things make you feel like a kid again? If you could be a plant for a day, what plant would you be? What would you put on the money of your country? What activities do you associate with each season? Sort some historical figures into Hogwarts houses Sort some fictional characters into Hogwarts houses If you could make up a family in Game of Thrones, what would the sigil be? What would their words be? Whom would they want on the iron throne? If you had access to the holodeck, what would you make happen? A feral

"I refuse to participate in such mortal acts such as sleeping" "Okay, but when you get sleep recommended to you--" "I don't care that he recommended it, it's beneath us gods." "But you haven't been feeling well and we went to the--" "Gods have always had their own ways of solving these things. If we needed doctors, we wouldn't be gods." "Okay, but maybe we have god doctors for a reason. It's okay to admit that you need some help." "GODS DON'T NEED HELP!" "Calm down! I know you've been irritable lately, but don't take it out on me." "You're right, I'm sorry my sweet, but I just think god doctors are a crazy new age fad that will fade with time." "But why? Maybe they have some wisdom to impart. After all, humans have been sleeping for millennia--" "Humans have been doing a lot of things for millennia." "Fair point

So, this is a random opinion, but I think goats are creepy. Admittedly, I haven't had a ton of interactions with goats, but that's also because I've found them unnerving in the ones I have had. The first thing that's weird about goats are their pupils. They're rectangles! What creature is this that has such weird eyes. Eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul and I think pretty much every mammal (I think) has circular pupils. Why do goats have rectangular ones? It's just unnerving, like they come from some other world. Now maybe it's just the pupils, but I also feel like they creepily watch you. I mean, look at the photo of the goat in this post. Her name is Louise and she is my friend's goat and I feel bad bashing on her, but just look. Isn't she staring into your soul? Don't you feel like, somehow, she is watching you even though she is far away? Okay, I hope I've made my point that goat eyes weird me out. The next thing that wei

So I'm not really sure why the human is drowning me in water right now and putting me in the window. It's a bit chillier here in the window than over on the desk, but it is also brighter, so that's nice. Huh, she's also closing the shades even though it's bright out. Usually she waits until it's dark out to close the shades. But, whatever, humans are much stranger than plants I guess. Huh it's been a while since the human left the room. She's usually back by now, but I guess there are firs times for everything. The night sky sure is pretty to look at and I never got to see it before since the shades were drawn and I was on the desk, but it's a nice view here from the window sill. I quite like this view, but I wonder if I should be worried about the human, she's still not back. Did she drown me because she knew that she wasn't coming back for a while? Did she think drowning and drought made a balanced life as opposed to just two times of sorro

Time for as many crazy flavors as I can think of in 15 minutes. Let's go. Millennial avocado Millennial avocado toast (this would be the vanilla flavored cookie version) Pumpkin spice (this probably exists) Salted caramel Unicorn (seriously, how is this not one yet?) Acai Edible arrangements version (fruit medley flavor) Coffee Vanilla latte Mocha Caramel macchiato Flavorless Cotton candy Twizzler Strawberries and cream Cream cheese frosting Devil's food Carrot cake (I'd hate it, but some people seem to like carrot cake) Cookies and cream (I think this may already exist) Honey dew Creme brulee Nutella Cookie butter Almond Pecan pie Pumpkin pie Apple pie Blueberry pie Peach cobbler Variety pack (how is there not just a miscellaneous thing of Oreos to get rid of extras?) Rocky road Phish food (this is my favorite flavor of ice cream, so I'd love for it to exist in more forms) Neapolitan (this could either be 3 flavors of cream in one coo

Okay I have several ideas. Real Housewives: Generations Most of the women in this franchise have children and I can say that because I've seen at least a little of each of the iterations of this show. Now these shows have been going on long enough that some of the children are 18 and some are even in their 30s because they started off this show as teenagers. Can you imagine if there was a show that was just the children of some of the housewives? Think of all of the past  and history  that could be brought up on these shows (and you know how the real housewives like to bring these up). What does Gia have to say about that crazy christening? Does the next generation follow in the feuds of their mothers? What family drama is there? Do Lauren and Lexi speak when their mothers don't? Anyways, I just think this is going to happen one day because I don't see this franchise slowing down at all and so many of the children are of the right age group now or will be of the right ag

"We may still be able to save the tongue if we hurry! Hand me the--thank you. We need to see if this is a deep scar or if it's just at the surface...oh, thank god, it can be saved if we just--" "You're being ridiculous, Richie," sighed Melissa heavily. "It's just a shoe." "Hey, I'm just trying to have some fun with this job," laughed Richie as he continued to work on the tongue of the shoe that had been turned in to the shoe hospital the two of them worked at. "Well, do it a bit more quietly. I need to focus." "On shoes? Do they really require our full attention?" "I, perhaps unlike you, like to do a good job." "Hey, I like to do a good job." "Oh come on," Melissa said, rolling her eyes, "you don't take this job seriously." "Well do you? We call ourselves a hospital, isn't that a bit stupid?" Melissa shrugged her shoulders, "Sure I

I recently learned that furniture can be made out of cardboard. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised by this because I had seen a cardboard bike before and I've definitely used a box as a bedside table, but for some reason I was a bit surprised. If cardboard can be used to make furniture, what else can? Obviously, I have seen furniture made out of plastic, glass, metal, wood, rope (if you count hammocks).,and stone, but if cardboard is another material, there must be others. I guess you could make furniture out of living plants, right? I feel like this shouldn't be too hard. You can make plants grow in a certain way so I feel like making seats or tables out of living plants would be doable. Also, moss and other plants are very soft so you could probably make the furniture pretty comfy. Now, these would be hard to move as there would be roots, but either they could just be outside or they people would just have to deal with them being difficult to move (I mean lots

Okay let's see how many prompts I can come up with in 15 minutes. Next hit reality show is? What would you pitch as the next flavor of Oreo? What do plants left alone over Christmas break think about? Best Christmas present? Most important thing on your desk? Favorite postcard you've ever gotten? What famous person would you like to be pen pals with and why? Who or what do you wish you could have a calendar of? What makes a good photo of friends? What are your favorite ways to be cozy? A mother passes a piece of jewelry onto her child. What's the story behind the piece of jewelry? Any ideas for workout videos? How did a spider end up in a bunch of grapes? If you could design a toy, what would it do? What would the images be if your life was the theme of a set of postcards? Someone finds a lost memory card from a camera and puts it into their computer. What do they find? Someone has lost a coffee cup, but it's not coffee inside. Someone looks through

1. The ship should be treated with kindness Beware ye who does not treat a ship with kindness. Those who do not appreciate what they have are sure to lose it. Ships do not mind the idea of being scattered at sea, they love being one with the water and do not fear joining it forever. It is for you that they stay together and afloat, but if you do not treat them well then they are liable to do as they please. A ship that does as they please is a danger. Without warning, the ship will sink or splinter or simply stop moving. But, if you treat your ship with kindness, they will always do their best to take care of you. Storms may still splinter or sink the ship, but the ship will fight for you and fight to keep you safe. It seems a small price for a ship to ask that you treat them with kindness. 2. Not all waters are good This one seems as though it should be obvious. There is no one thing of which all are good. Not all apples are good, not all wine is good, not all people are good, and

Gerald Jones was tickled pink to be chosen as a background actor for this TV procedural. He had always loved crime shows although, as he knew from personal experience, it was actually not a sure thing that criminals and murderers would be caught and prosecuted, it was actually a lot harder than that. But, the shows were fun and he was kind of giddy to be able to tell his grandkids that he would be on TV. Gerald had been picked to be one of the members of the jury which meant a fair bit of filming even though he had no lines or really any direction. The jury members had been told to, essentially, just pay attention to who was talking. They were also told to act surprised when the criminal made a sudden confession, but they hadn't really been briefed on what it was. He was also amused that the criminal was about his age and named was Gerard Johnson, which was similar to his. Maybe he could even try and tell his grandkids that he was staring in the show, but ultimately that would