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Many young wizards have taken to transmuting swans into humans and marrying them. One day, you are lucky enough to find a swan in the wild, and without hesitating, you turn it into a beautiful lady. Unfortunately, that ‘swan’, was a goose. You have just given a goose a human form.

Olá, como tudo bem? Esse é o primeiro post do projeto "Escrevendo histórias". Serão posts semanais, as quintas ou nas sextas. Espero que eles possam te inspirar!

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

Mind control that doesn't dominate your thoughts, it just... is your thoughts. Perfectly rewriting your will and everything it embodies. Not a single trace of resistance because this is just what you want. Why would you resist your own thoughts? Why would you disagree with your own motivations, your own desires?

Mind control that doesn't shatter once it's done, it just disappears. You don't snap back into awareness. You barely even notice. You just continue as if nothing ever happened. Maybe one moment you look back and you frown, because thinking on it, you remember when you happily followed that person out of town, and you remember what you did, you remember wanting to... but that's crazy. Why did you think that was okay? Why did you want to do that?

Or maybe you were under this mind control for so long that even once it's over you look back and say, "Oh, of course I did that." As far as you're concerned you've always held the beliefs you do now. You've always wanted to do these things. You don't remember why, but you've never had to think of why, and it doesn't matter anyway when you've always been so confident that you're right. It isn't until you're challenged on it all and reminded that you never used to be like this, that you were different before, that something has changed that you finally falter. And you try to think of where this all started, try to figure out why things changed -- and all you can really remember is an entrancing pair of eyes, and a gentle suggestion, and then your own mouth responding, "That's a great idea. Let's go."

And suddenly, you realise that you have no idea how much of what you are, what you were, and what you believed you always have been is just a lie. You don't know whether any thought you have now is really yours or just another preciously placed prompt. You don't trust your impulses, you don't trust your desires, you definitely don't trust your judgement.

You don't trust yourself. And you never can again.

National Better Breakfast Day & The Last of Us Day

Person A is a survivor of the zombie apocalypse living in a very backwater region of the their country, where their ancestors were practicing cannibalism just a few generations back, and Person A has quite a few “old family recipes” they never thought they’d ever use, and even went away to college to avoid the issues of their hometown. But when society crumbled while they were visiting family on vacation, they learn and witness their relatives killing, cooking, and eating zombies without any ill side effects. The local doctor of the town, Person B, explain that preparing zombies meat for eating is similar in prep to eating venomous snakes (which Person A’s relatives are capable of cooking). With Person B working with them to ensure food safety regulations are kept, Person A decides to open a diner at the edge of their town, for other survivors to visit, to get rid of the excess zombie meat their hometown survivor group has hunted.

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People always have seen you as the 'dumb blonde', just because of the way you look. Blond hair, blue eyes, small figure, the damsel in distress in every horror movie.

The zombie apocalypse has started, and you decided to shove those stupid stereotypes down their undead throats.

Now, after six months have passed, you are thriving in your base with plenty of supplies and weapons.

So, what happens when you find the 'knight in shining armor' guy (or girl, whatever you prefer) at your door, injured and starving?