A Dog of Camera and Insanity
A (object closest to you on the left) of (last thing you spent money on) and (your current emotion)
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his eyes widened
her eyes went round
her eyelids drooped
his eyes narrowed
his eyes lit up
his eyes darted
he squinted
she blinked
her eyes twinkled
his eyes gleamed
her eyes sparkled
his eyes flashed
his eyes glinted
his eyes burned with…
her eyes blazed with…
her eyes sparked with…
her eyes flickered with…
_____ glowed in his eyes
the corners of his eyes crinkled
she rolled her eyes
he looked heavenward
she glanced up to the ceiling
she winked
tears filled her eyes
his eyes welled up
her eyes swam with tears
his eyes flooded with tears
her eyes were wet
his eyes glistened
tears shimmered in her eyes
tears shone in his eyes
her eyes were glossy
he was fighting back tears
tears ran down her cheeks
his eyes closed
she squeezed her eyes shut
he shut his eyes
his lashes fluttered
she batted her lashes
his brows knitted
her forehead creased
his forehead furrowed
her forehead puckered
a line appeared between her brows
his brows drew together
her brows snapped together
his eyebrows rose
she raised a brow
he lifted an eyebrow
his eyebrows waggled
she gave him a once-over
he sized her up
her eyes bored into him
she took in the sight of…
he glared
she peered
he gazed
she glanced
he stared
she scrutinized
he studied
she gaped
he observed
she surveyed
he gawked
he leered
his pupils (were) dilated
her pupils were huge
his pupils flared
her nose crinkled
his nose wrinkled
she sneered
his nostrils flared
she stuck her nose in the air
he sniffed
she sniffled
she smiled
he smirked
she grinned
he simpered
she beamed
her mouth curved into a smile
the corners of his mouth turned up
the corner of her mouth quirked up
a corner of his mouth lifted
his mouth twitched
he gave a half-smile
she gave a lopsided grin
his mouth twisted
he plastered a smile on his face
she forced a smile
he faked a smile
her smile faded
his smile slipped
he pursed his lips
she pouted
his mouth snapped shut
her mouth set in a hard line
he pressed his lips together
she bit her lip
he drew his lower lip between his teeth
she nibbled on her bottom lip
he chewed on his bottom lip
his jaw set
her jaw clenched
his jaw tightened
a muscle in her jaw twitched
he ground his jaw
he snarled/his lips drew back in a snarl
her mouth fell open
his jaw dropped
her jaw went slack
he gritted his teeth
she gnashed her teeth
her lower lip trembled
his lower lip quivered
she paled
he blanched
she went white
the color drained out of his face
his face reddened
her cheeks turned pink
his face flushed
she blushed
he turned red
she turned scarlet
he turned crimson
a flush crept up her face
he screwed up his face
she scrunched up her face
he grimaced
she winced
she gave him a dirty look
he frowned
she scowled
he glowered
her whole face lit up
she brightened
his face went blank
her face contorted
his face twisted
her expression closed up
his expression dulled
her expression hardened
she went poker-faced
a vein popped out in his neck
awe transformed his face
fear crossed her face
sadness clouded his features
terror overtook his face
recognition dawned on her face
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i did words
how do words
Threaten your imagination into compliance and slap them hands onto your keyboard, or get ready to stab paper repeatedly with the pointy ink stick.
Scream angrily into the void for at least thirty minutes.
Wait for void to scream back.
Write down whatever returns, trapping those motherfuckers on your page. Spend at least an hour deciphering and beating them with a stick until they fall somewhat in line, then bask in the fact that you now have words on a page, which is considerably more than you had before.
Results may vary, but there’s always tomorrow.
the person reblogging this from you is rooting for you to have a happy, healthy, and successfull 2022
Staff: *bans female presenting nipples*
Me: goddamnit this is exactly how Japanese tentacle porn was created
Welcome travelers! Inspiration took us to some interesting places this week as we’ve got the hint of a couple subthemes emerging. Initially “Our Friends in the Dark” was supposed to be about allies ( or supposed allies) for all of our travels through the shaded places of the world, whether that be underground or through the night on mischievous deeds.
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Rhoghor Slatebreaker and the Vault of Forgotten Verdicts: Team up with orcish Indiana Jones and go on an expedition to a long abandoned tomb in the depths of the underdark. Discover a multitude of treasures and weapons placed in the tomb as tribute to the warlord buried there, including a sentient adamantine hammer that causes earthquakes when it dreams.
The Innumerable Crimes of Gladhand Galloway: Try to claim the bounty on the world’s greatest (luckiest) thief, or perhaps stumble your way into apprenticing under him. A rival or mentor for the ages, all underpinned by tragic love and the thrill of a well planned heist.
Sister Gissella, the Angel of the Catacombs: Beneath a temple made famous by her healing abilities, a vampiric scholar hides away in the shadows. Too good and faithful a person to fall to the curse of undeath, and sheltered by a cabal of secretive clerics, this palid priestess’s quiet existence may be at an end when outsiders discover her formula for an elixir of life.
Port Lancercost, the Throne of Knaves: This immensely wealthy harbor is rife with crime and dissolution, providing an amazing backdrop for a party’s roguish enterprise. While you’re at it, why not explore the numerous burnt out districts, or befriend the charming rivefolk that work the canals and barges that supply it?
I hope you’re all doing well as we close in on the darkest time of the year. I’ll be queuing up adventure prompts for the foreseeable future, so don’t expect any drought of inspiration over the holidays.
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