7.1.2023:: Introduce yourself by describing yourself as an icecream sundae. What flavors make you up?

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The store is small, features miniscule as you wander around to select a flavor. The machines are whirring softly, and little signs above each self-serve area boast about the greatness of its taste, and why you should select it. But you don’t bother with those, instead wandering until something catches your eye. You see it. A wall, with papers that have intricate writing, a sign at the top labeling it as “Recipe Wall”. Curious, you approach, not knowing what this could be. But after a cursory inspection, you realize that everyone has left their own flavor and personality behind on this wall, hoping someone likes the toppings and ice creams they mixed and matched.

You select a paper, with sharp, scribbled lines and scratchy handwriting. At the top, it is identified as “Velvet’s blend”.

The paper is stained, crinkled at the edge, but small x’s and o’s dotting the page where there is no recipe to fill it. Ah. Tic-tac-toe. You wonder if the blend maker won the game. After thinking about the hypothetical far longer than you should have, you turn your attention back to the recipe. You were just doing an inspection beforehand, since you didn’t want to get halfway through the recipe before realizing you were allergic to something. The writing looked rushed, almost as if their mind was in a world far, far away and focused on much greater things than this.

Hoping this is a good blend, you pick up your soft serve cup and begin to follow the speaker’s directions, not too badly explained but still leaving a bit lacking. The first flavor is a soft, cakey tasting thing. It reminds you of days spent laughing, fingers deftly swiping at raw cake batter (you liked it better that way) as your parents try to convince you it wasn’t healthy. The writer, almost as if obliged to tell you why this flavor was important, shares a small story about attempting to hold on to happiness when everything seemed to go flying by (time is too quick, you should enjoy the fun moments when they happen).

The second flavor is chocolate, but it’s such a miniscule part of the blend you wonder why they don’t have more. But a smaller part, deep down, understands that not everything in life is sweet. That for some, sweetness is a rare thing. You wonder if this is the same for the writer. But on the page, they admit they have sensitive teeth. Oh.

Moving over to the topping section like you were told, you see peanut butter chunks? Cups? Whoever had said it was reece’s was wrong. These were more like clumps. You scoop it on, and as you do, you’re reminded of failed attempts to make friends (you were awkward when you were younger), and the reeces that had saved the day. You scoop a bit extra onto your mix. Might as well.
Then, you go to the chocolate shell area. There were dozens of those little servings, but you were specifically told to grab the “REECES chocolate shell”. It tasted like peanut butter and chocoolate. Yum! But the little paper had another story to tell, of mocking brothers wondering why you’d want peanut butter with ice cream (he just never understood).

You go to the check out, happy to have gotten to know someone through the blend. It was something special, nice, and most of all, yummy.


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7.2.23/// Somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind, regurgitate five random words into the comment section. Now, gobble down somebody else's five random words and write 300 words using those delicious words as a prompt to earn 200 points! Sharing the daily you wrote with those scrumptious vomitted words will allow you to slurp up an extra 50 points.

Words I took:: fence, chain, run, wild, free

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It was dark out, it was always dark out, since the Sun had died.

Monsters had taken over the realm, everyone became used to their shadowy embrace and the slow, always approaching, promise of death.

But for those not already perished, there were mouths to provide for, people to feed. Sisters, looking so longingly at the rich who occasionally stagger out of their fortresses to buy something new while the rest of us go without. Who live safely over the hill. Where sundrops still fall, and their world is illuminated by the moon.

We wish we could be like them. But not us. Never us. We are not good enough to have been chosen as survivors. Our magic is weak, our promise is little. We are not tokens worth keeping, soldiers capable of protecting. We are forgotten. We fend for ourselves. After checking twice that Aura and Argento wouldn’t venture off (little children tended to end up chased by the ventala when no one could protect them) you crept closer and closer to the chain link fence that kept everyone in, and was supposed to keep monsters out. But what a lousy job it did. Ventala, Wraithes, and more would wander the streets. So most felt safer inside, where there was strength in numbers.

But for those of us who so desperately needed to eat, well, we’d rather risk our lives out there in the wild than be stuck here.

You wandered out, slowly, hoping that the monsters in the ground didn’t think you were a worthwhile snack. But once your feet landed on the grassy meadow, you took off in a sprint. You were free. And although you were working, in danger, and hungry, this was the most freedom you’d ever had in your life. Before the Sun died, you rarely ever went outside. You were expected to become the heir to your father’s company, and you had been preparing to take the role. That was your only future. But now, you could use your skills to do something more. Something freeing. Tackling monsters and feeding family. What more could you want? Nothing. Life was perfect as is.

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a/n:: kinda hate this so it might be revised but i hope you liked it!

7.5.23/// look to your left! Whatever you see is the topic of your daily. Imagine what would happen if you put it in a smoothie. What strange powers would it give you?

my object:: the reading lamp next to my desk

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A scientist whispers in the quiet of an abandoned laboratory, “I’ve figured it out. The Bioalumni smoothie… the recipe… it’s done.” His astonished voice carried far in the room, but there was no one else to see his creation. A gleaming liquid, trapped in a glass. It looked like no feat of greatness, no special thing. But he knew that due to his invention, things would change. His life, and the life of others who were like him, would no longer be ridiculed or mocked. He would be changing their lives for the better.

On first glance, his invention seems impractical. Stupid. A waste of a man’s scientific potential, his days spent chasing after a childish idea he had when he was only three. But he continued despite the constant badmouthing. And now, it was perfected.

The bottle shimmered, and the scientist scribbled furiously. “It looks to be the color of sunshine, only more muted. More… tame. But its light does not waver, as it extends out beyond its container. Perhaps it is capable of illuminating several feet around its holder…” This was good! It was doing exactly what he intended for it to do. Of course, now tests needed to be conducted, to make sure that consumers would actually WANT the product.

So then, the scientist then sniffed the bottle, eyes tearing up when it smelled just like his grandmother’s lemon tart. “Smells… lemony. And familiar. It seems to target one of the happiest memories in my possession. Perhaps the smell varies to each person, since “lemony scent” might not resonate as much with them. Note to self: test varying scent idea” He gently set the container down, careful not to drop it. His invention was one-of-a-kind.

He looked at the tiny glass, scribbling more notes, then moving on to the next test. Obviously, it revolves around taste! The smoothie had several interesting components, and this test would determine if additional flavoring powder would be needed. Even though he had used several mechanical items, like a lamp, to make the smoothie, the scientist knew that the smoothie was nontoxic. Because oBvIoUsLy if it was toxic, he wouldn’t sell it. Duh. Hashtag responsible.

Tasting it, well, was better than smelling it. It tasted lemony, alright. He was completely overwhelmed by the sheer happiness he felt. He also felt safe. Gleefully, he wrote in his notes that it lived up to his expectations.

And it appeared the effects were starting! He was giddy. He always had wondered what it’d be like to be a human lamp! And now he’d know! He started glowing softly, illuminated from the inside out. Woah. He’d have to write this down.

To put into words what can hardly be put into words, he was basically a lava lamp. Trickles of light were in his veins, pooling into his palms. Light exuded from him, illuminating the area around him in a dim glow. Nothing blinding, but something comforting. A guide at night. He was a star in his own right now, gleaming and twinkling with every movement. The effects would last for roughly thirty minutes, this he already knew. But it was a success! The Bioalumni smoothie would be popular with kids forever and ever. And no one would be afraid of the dark ever again.

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