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For the 3 words + character/pairing ask:

Blood

Past

Bronze

For one Faith Lehane :D

oh my god, i missed you, bud! thanks for the prompt. i apologize in advance for making this one SUCH a bummer.

set during s07e19 - "Empty Places" (if this piece has a theme song it's "Bloodied Up" by Alkaline Trio)

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“Hey, what about the vineyard?”

Faith knows she shouldn’t have said it, knows that even before she’s finished speaking, not that it makes any difference. Not that knowing she’s fucking things up worse has ever exactly stopped Faith from taking a situation from bad to fucking irretrievable before, especially where Buffy’s concerned but, fuck, she’d been trying to be better.

It’s just that Buffy has always been able to get under her skin the way no one else could, especially when she’s doing this. That self righteous, condescending scolding thing she does, like Faith’s the biggest loser on the planet, like the worst thing about Buffy’s life isn’t the looming apocalypse or the monsters trying to kill the herd of teen girls they’d amassed, but trying to talk to Faith. 

Buffy stops and turns to face her again. “What?” her voice is quiet, cold. There’s an edge to it, sharp, familiar — a warning. 

But Faith’s in this deep already. And maybe she’s a dumbass for trying to talk about this when Buffy’s already pissed, but, fuck, Faith thinks she’s right this time. For once, out of the two of them, it’s Buffy who’s blowing it, at least as far as the potentials are concerned. Buffy’s always been the one with friends, a boyfriend, a family that talks to her — she’s the one that knows how to be with people, to make them love her.

So why is it that now she’s icing these girls out, when they need her, need someone to make them feel like the fight they’re in is worth it? Why is Faith the one learning their names, taking them out, listening to their worries and wishes and idle chatter while Buffy withdraws and shuts them down and pushes everyone away?

So, yeah. Fuck it. Faith’s going to do this. It’d probably be better for them both if she just kept her trap shut, but she’s learned a thing or two about tough love in the last few years. Maybe it’s time for her to dish it out herself.

“How safe were they when you dragged them off to meet Caleb?” Faith pushes. Something in Buffy’s expression shutters, face going blank in a way that opens a sinkhole in Faith’s gut. But she doesn’t stop. “How safe was Rona, or Amanda, or Molly?”

Faith knows that Buffy’s going to hit her. She can tell when Buffy takes her first step closer, is dead certain by the second step. It’s a telegraphed hit, too — big windup, so B can put her shoulder into it. Faith sees it and she doesn’t move. A feeling flashes through her, quick and electric like lightning — it’s sick dread, it’s guilt, it’s anger and it’s something else, something familiar in the worst way.

Maybe it’s the Slayer, maybe it’s something wrong deep inside Faith in particular, but she sees Buffy’s rage crack the cold facade she’s thrown up between them and she welcomes it. She sees what’s coming and she lets it happen. She hopes that it will hurt.

And it does.

It’s the second time in as many days that Buffy’s hit her. The first time wasn’t so bad. Almost a lovetap — oh, it hurt like a son of a bitch, and it left her flush with humiliation. That’s what it was meant to do — put Faith in her place, especially in front of Buffy’s latest boy toy. The sucker-punch in the graveyard was straightforward enough. Faith didn’t take it to heart — she owed Buffy that one. More, actually.

But this feels different. Not only because Buffy hit her harder this time, not only because there’s no audience to show off for this time. No, this time it’s worse because it’s the first time Buffy’s ever hit her when Faith hasn’t deserved it.

Maybe for all the stuff in the past between them.

But Buffy didn’t hit her for any of that. Buffy hit her because Faith was calling her out, because she didn’t want to hear that she was being a hypocrite, maybe because she didn’t believe Faith had a right to tell her jack shit.

Mostly, because she wanted Faith to shut the fuck up.

Faith goes with it, one knee slamming to the asphalt hard before she manages to catch herself, both palms to the pavement. Her cheek is singing in pain, blood rushing through her ears so loud she almost can’t hear the swish of Buffy’s coat, the sound of her retreating footsteps.

She’s not sure if it’s better or worse that Buffy takes off so fast. Part of her wishes she could have seen Buffy’s face, to know if she was sorry. The rest of Faith is too scared to think she might not have been.

Slowly, she twists, kneeling and pressing her knuckles to the bruise she can already feel blooming under her skin. The skin is hot, her cheekbone aching and throbbing beneath her fingers as she moves to gently probe it, but there’s nothing broken. 

All that buzzing, self righteous anger has flooded out of her, replaced with that old, lonely cored out feeling that Faith knows all too well. She closes her eyes, lets the blood from her re-opened split lip pool at her gum line, breathes in the scent of garbage and spilled drinks from the Bronze alleyway and fuck, she could be fifteen years ago — that filthy apartment, the sting in her cheek from a slap she’d earned from her ma because she couldn’t just shut the fuck up when she needed to.

Did this to your damn self, she thinks bitterly, gritting her teeth in rage and disgust at the feeling of tears welling up behind her eyes. 

She’s always doing this to herself.

Faith sniffs hard and shakes her head, biting down on the broken skin of her lip until the pain cuts through the sorry feeling swelling up in her chest. She blinks back those stupid, useless tears, pushes herself to standing.

Alone in the alley, Faith pauses. She wonders for a moment if she’s welcome back at Buffy’s house, after this. Then it occurs to her that it doesn’t matter all that much how welcome shes is — there’s nowhere else for her to go. There’s no other slayers for Buffy to turn to. They’re stuck with each other.

Faith lets out a deep breath, brushing her fingers over her cheek one more time before she tilts her head to spit a mouthful of blood onto the pavement. Then she starts walking home.

[antonpix-blog]

Cwn Annwn - the hounds of underworld - is one of the thrilling images in Welsh mythology that inspires me a lot. #mabinogion #cwnannwn #celticmythology #mythology #deer #moon #whitegoddess #welshart https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp3BNKrozPv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[feralworks]

Catching up on #mythicmay with a #CwnAnnwn and a #djinn Prompts by @the_real_charamath #sketch #drawing #folklore #mythology #pencil #graphite #marker https://www.instagram.com/p/BxVXqlVnFsk/?igshid=ks94rpvlnvus

[rahimnassar]

Hello! This is a bit weird to ask, but I wrote some Helena/MC smut and was wondering if it was okay to send you a link? I seem to remember you mentioned it was okay to tag you in fics, but I though best to ask first.

the moment I read helena smut I literally screamed “WHERE” and all my gay bones started shaking shsnshsns. and, babe, it’s always ok to tag me in stuff whether is just a meme or your own original posts, I may take some time to reply to it bc I’ve been busy af with college, they’re literally throwing exams at our faces and they hurt like bricks, but I swear I always take some time to read everything ♡.that said, PLEASE DO SEND ME THE LINK OF THAT SMUT CAUSE SWEET LORD JESUS, AM I THIRSTY FOR OUR GODDESS AND SAVIOR HELENA

[celticwaterwitch]

And then we saw a beautiful Cwn Annwn #cwnannwn #irishwolfhound #faery

[maryancilla-art]

"Spirit Walker" #oilonboard is my depiction of the Welsh mythology of the Cwn Annwn--the spectral hounds of the Otherworld, typically white with red ears in folklore (though I took some poetic license with these hounds), associated with the Wild Hunt and dubbed by Christians later as the "Hounds of Hell". The hounds surround her with fierce protection as she walks Between the Worlds. They circle her, creating a boundary and magic circle, as well as depicting the Wheel of Life turning. ⁠ ⁠ "Spirit Walker" oil on board by @maryancilla.art Original art SOLD, prints available-link in bio!⁠ #metaphysicalart #imaginativerealism #figurativearts #fantasyart #illustration #visionaryart #transformation #evolution #cwnannwn #welshmythology #celticmyth #celticmythology #houndsofhell #mythologicalart #mythology #maryancilla #maryancillamartinez #maryancillart https://www.instagram.com/p/B8OzoVnj41I/?igshid=29ea3jm533qm

[amychandler]

This Cŵn Annwn is a good doggo. She gets pets. #mythicmay #cwnannwn #hellhound #death #pupper #doggo #pets #dog #hound #happy #cartoon #grimreaper #reaper #skeleton #souls #hell #satan #art #bork #love #dogsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BxOGO-xlJT5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1grcgp53yxal7

[tentaclemadestudios]

#mythicmay 8/31: a #cwnannwn * #welshmythology #spectralhounds #hellhounds #fairyhounds #annwn #cŵnannwn #illustration #art #drawing #mythicalcreatures #fantasy #fantasyart #fantasycreature #aglitteringvenery #copicmarkers #traditionalmedia #tentaclemadestudios https://www.instagram.com/p/BxN2TgklzTM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6x5msqoh99ar

[shinonart]

#MythicMay Day 8 Cwn Annwn . Originating from the welsh mythology the cwn annwn is a white hound that's associated with the wild hunt. In other words, a type of hell hound. . I had to dig deeper than usual to find something to work with and eventually found a hellhound from the Finnish mythology. It has many names but is most commonly known as the black dog of Pohjola (Northern country) and also the guard dog at the gates of the underworld. It's described to have a fiery origin, much like the hiisi horse, and it has metal parts depending on the source. . The difference in coloration could easily be solved. I thought the Finnish mythology inspired version of the Cwn Annwn could have its fur covered in ash, making it appear white, and fiery veins and ears. . . . . #sketch #sketchbook #drawing #pencildrawing#pencilart #traditionaldrawing #traditionalartist#traditionalart #dailydrawing #dailyart #instart#instartist #artistsoninstagram #smltart #authenticpad #mythology#mythicalcreatures #creatureart #creaturedesign#myth #canineart #canine #cwnannwn https://www.instagram.com/p/BxO2V-hJLNl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1t9tlcv4l2fdb

[gotojobin]

#CŵnAnnwn #AnnwnDogs Cŵn Annwn #CwnAnnwn In later Welsh folklore, Cwn Annwn are known by a number of names: Cwn Wybyr, Cwn Cyrff ‘Corpse Dogs’, Cwn Toili‘Phantom Funeral Dogs’, Cwn Mamau‘Mother’s Dogs’, ‘Hell-Hounds’ and ‘Infernal Dogs’. Here we find an admixture of pagan and Christian folk beliefs. Annwn is identified with hell, its gods with demons, and its hounds with hell-hounds. Christianity’s dualistic logic limits the transformative potency of encounters with Annuvian deities by reducing them to objects of fear and superstition. Yet the lore of Cwn Annwn endures with startling vivacity. They are famed for barking through the skies pursuing the souls of the dead. Therefore to hear them is a death-portent. They often fly the ways corpses will follow: hence their associations with teulu (‘phantom funerals’). Their magical and disorientating qualities prevail. The 14th C poet, Dafydd ap Gwilym, speaks of encountering ‘the dogs of night’ whilst lost in ‘unsightly fog’ after hearing Gwyn’s ‘Crazy Owl’. In a report from Carmarthenshire the closer Cwn Annwn get the quieter their voices until they sound like small beagles. The further away the louder their call. In their midst the ‘deep hollow voice’ of a ‘monstrous blood hound’ is often heard. Like Dormach they delight in a Cheshire-cat-like ability to shift their shape. Some appear as white dogs with red ears or noses. One is a ‘strong fighting mastiff��� with a ‘white tail’ and ‘white snip and ‘grinning teeth’ able to conjure a fire around it. Others are ‘the size of guinea pigs and covered with red and white spots’, ‘small’, ‘grey-red or speckled’. Some are ‘mice or pigs’. At Cefn Creini in Merioneth they are accompanied by a ‘shepherd’ with a black face and ‘horns on his head’ who sounds remarkably like Gwyn: a horned hunter-god who blacks his face. He is supposedly fended off with a crucifix. In certain areas of Wales the ‘quarry’ of Gwyn and the Cwn Annwn is restricted to the souls of ‘sinners’ and ‘evil-livers’.

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for the fic writers meme: 4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them? 17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them? 

oof, god. a bunch. i’m in mass effect hell rn and there’s so much i wanna write and i just don’t have time to do them all. here’s a short list of stuff i’ve been thinking of lately

shepard/liara arranged marriage au

continuing my jack/miranda canon-divergent me3 au

clone baby au

mass effect space pirate au where the vibe is basically ‘season 3 of a sci-fi tv series with a ton of episodes where shep’s the normandy captain who leads a merc crew and miranda is the minor antagonist from seasons 1 - 2 who is about to do a face turn and join the crew’

au where miranda does patricide instead of running away from her dad and decides to hunt cerberus for sport once she’s inherited his estate and then later recruits a pissed off jack to help her and also they fall in love idk

morinth/shepard au that is TOO complicated to summarize but does involve morinth redemption and also war trauma

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

usually chronologically! my brain kinda just works like that - i’m not super motivated to skip around a lot bc it just doesn’t super occur to me. i usually know roughly what’s going to happen next, but most upcoming scenes are just notes in an outline or ideas in my head. sometimes something very specific hits me and i might do a draft of it to write up to, but that’s the exception, not the rule

questions for fic writers

[a-lovestruck-salamander]

Secret Santa

Hello @cwnannwn , I was your secret santa this year!

The first thing you wrote that you'd like seeing was a half-demon Helena. Well, I'm happy to oblige!

I'm not all that good with dynamic posing, so I played it safe and went with this. Hope that's okay!

There's also a NSFW version on my Deviant Art, so here;

Merry Christmas!

[the-lunar-lorkhan]

@cwnannwn

So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

[the-lunar-lorkhan]

⭐️Phone background + last song played ⭐️

I was tagged by @townsenta

And I tag @luf-daungere @cwnannwn and @bigmammallama5 if you guys want to do this!

[gotojobin]

#CwnAnnwn Cwn Annwn – Welsh hellhounds. They’re white with red ears, and gather up souls and drag them to hell. (See also: Dando’s Dogs.)

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21. A song that needs to play loud?

culture abuse - dream on (preferrably in a car with the windows down on a blazing hot summer day)

music asks