#flint skill share

[seleneprince]

If Severus had been a girl, her story would have been mostly the same as canon, except that the Marauders maybe wouldn't have been so harsh with their bullying because "she wasn't a threat to James' crush on Lily" and "she's just a girl, girls are fragile". However, she would have still been in love with her and James knew that, so he still despised her, thinking she was holding Lily back from him.

Now unto my personal headcanons (because they fit and they make me happy):

- Fem! Severus wouldn't have shared a room with Mulciber and Avery, so she would have befriended her female roommates instead. I believe the fanaticism for the Death Eaters cult was more prominent in boys than girls, because society expected them to stay at home and raise more purebloods than participate in battles. However, she would've still hung out with them because they shared the same interest for Dark Arts.

-Her roommates would be Dorcas Meadow, Pandora Rosier (Evan Rosier's cousin) and Theresa Flint (the last one is an oc of mine)

- She would be a tomboy for the first few years, having her hair cut short and wear the male uniform instead of the female one. Partly because she's used to wearing boy clothes and partly to avoid embarrassing pranks from the Marauders. Due to this, she's often mistaken for a boy and fits in better with her male classmates.

- She knows wizards are more respected that witches, so she strives to imitate a masculine appearance to earn that (at first). It's not a case of "I'm not like other girls". She wants to survive.

- She's been infatuated with Lily since they met, but this crush wears off as Snape sees Lily's selfishness and hypocrisy. By the time their friendship is over, Snape is already disillusioned with her but still tries to hold into their old bond out of emotional attachment rather than love.

- She faced her own prejudice and hardships in Slytherin for being a poor half-blood, with a disgraced pureblood mother. She only earned her place when she showed off her talent and bested a few of her housemates. Basically, she had to win fights, physical and magical, against her own housemates until they deemed she deserved to be in Slytherin.

-In canon, Lucius took Snape under his wing and treated him like a brother in Hogwarts. In this, it's Narcissa who sees the potential in Snape and practically adopts her, and Lucius follows her example. Thanks to the older girl, Snape experiences nice clothes and good school tools for the first time. Narcissa is quite her sugar mommyl, but Snape is also her pet project.

- She's a bit of "one of the boys", although they're not really friends until fourth year. The boys were Mulciber, Avery, Wilkes and Rosier. They accepted her because they didn't really consider her a girl and they begrudgingly respected her skills. It was a mutual understanding that they used each other for their own benefits, Snape helping them with her intellect and spells while they helped her into getting assimilated with the other Slytherins. As they grew and got to know Snape beyond her blood status, they became protective of her and started to cherish her truly as a friend (althought Rosier took it to another level)

-Which brings us to my next headcanon. In my au, Rosier and Snape had a nice connection on first year when they sat together during History of Magic. He's one of the few that was welcoming of Snape since the start and always treated her like an equal. She's very fond of him because of it, and they grow to be very close friends.

-Regulus still looked up to her when they were students. He didn't trust her at first, because of her blood status and all, but seeing she had Narcissa's favour, he decided to look past it. And after witnessing her talent, he decided he wanted to learn more about her, so he began to follow her around to know her better. Snape was annoyed initially, but she eventually appreciated his company.

-She showed some genuine kindness to Barty Crouch Jr on his first year at Hogwarts, and the boy latched unto her like an eager puppy since then. That's how he befriended Regulus, with both of them following her around so often.

-They were both her little brothers, her precious babies, who couldn't do nothing wrong even if they tried. She was patient and permissive with them in a way she definitely wasn't with her other friends.

-She's the brain of the group, so she's usually saving their asses from the consequences of their actions (Mulciber, Avery and Wilkers) and helping them with their schemes (Dorcas, Rosier and Narcissa).

-In her desire to remain in Lily's life and have the girl's love, Snape repressed herself and kept her Slytherin friends at arms' length, which caused many arguments. When she and Lily had that fallout, Snape fully embraced her identity and, in return, her housemates embraced her too, as if they had been waiting for her.

-She was a natural Occlumens, unconsciously developing her ability while she learnt to mask her feelings and thoughts, product of the abuse and harassment she went throught.

-Her boggart used to be her father, Tobias Snape, but after "the prank", it became a werewolf instead.

-After what happened in the Shrieking Sack, she inmersed herself in researchs about lycanthropy and possible cures in order to forget her fear.

-When she experimented with potions, she tried them first on small animals, mostly rats and birds. Then bigger animals, like owls and cats. And lately, in the final phase of testing, she tried them on herself. Only her friends knew about this practise, since Snape made them promise to not tell a soul, since she didn't trust the Hogwarts staff to be understanding about it.

-When something goes wrong on the final test, she heals in the privacy of her bed while her friends take care of her, lying to the teachers that she's sick. They dread this practise of hers, since they can't stand seeing her in pain, but also had mad respect for her because of it.

-She was a control freak, obsessively cleaning and arranging her stuff with systems only she understands. She always knew when someone touched her things, just by seeing them moved the slighest bit to the different position she left them. Her housemates knew better than disrupt her order.

-Her talent with potions surpassed even Slughorn himself, but he preferred to praise Lily because her looks and attitude fit more in his club. He came to regret that decision years later, but Snape knows how to keep grudges.

-She considered Mulciber, Avery, Dorcas, Pandora, Rosier, Regulus and Barty her closest friends within Slytherin. The rest were just acquaintances. She was also close to Aurora Sinistra, from Ravenclaw, and Charity Burbage, from Hufflepuff.

-She and Charity danced around the lines separating friendship from romance for a while, but Snape wasn't ready for that step and Charity moved on. They remained good friends.

-She was a raging bisexual, because obviously.

-She didn't support the Death Eaters' beliefs, but she really looked up to the figure of Lord Voldemort. A poor half-blood like her, who paved his way to the top of the hierarchy with his charms, wit and power, making all the pureblood families submit to him. He was everything she aspired to be, everything she wanted to have. However, she soon realized her vision didn't exactly match reality...

And that's all. I have more but I wrote too much already. I'm on a hyperfixation, so I'll definitely write more about her in the future.

Feel free to tell me your own ideas or headcanons. I'll love to discuss them.

Tagging @love-the-purple-cat because she's also a fem! Snape stan. She has an amazing au, so go and check her!

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 16

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, recovery whump, reluctant alliance, rejection by peers

Only this time he was working to earn respect from his peers. An impossible feat, considering his now-allies had hundreds of reasons to hate him. The list starting with killer and ending with Weapon.

"So... what are your names?" Whumpee tried to diffuse the tension. It seemed logical, to start learning what to call each man.

"...I'm Jake," the biggest of the men said gruffly, watching Whumpee through narrowed eyes. He had dark orange hair and hazel eyes, and wore a menacing scowl on his. "I am effectively the leader of the team under Flint's command. What I say goes. Period.” his void was deadpan and cold, and he jerked his chin toward the man on his left, a guy with brown hair and eyes. “That one is Reed, my second-in-command.”

"You can learn the rest of my group's names over time. Right now, it's the time of day that we would train in the fight room." He stood up from his chair, and the others eagerly copied him, nervously glancing at the living weapon.

Whumpee followed them as they filed out of the room, a full head higher than all but Jake, who was also exceptionally tall. It made him all the more intimidating to be around.

Whumpee didn't say a word as he followed the team to the training area, finding himself in a large room full of sparring weapons, punching bags, and some other machines for exercising.

"We usually split up and pick what area we feel we need to train more on," Jake explained, "whether it be physical fitness or honing battle skills."

Whumpee watched the other soldiers migrate to different areas, and decided to try the punching bags. He lined himself up at the nearest one and took a swing -- with a little too much power. His fist went straight through it, spraying sand all over the floor when he pulled his arm out in surprise.

He sheepishly glanced at the cluster of men getting ready to lift weights, who were all staring at him, faces pale with terror. Because that could have been someone's head on the battlefield. His face heated with embarrassment. He'd forgotten how strong he was.

Maybe that means I should work on gaining more finite control of my movements, he deduced, and moved to a second punching bag, giving it a few light taps to avoid accidentally smashing it to bits.

Each time he barely touched the bag, picking up speed with short, sharp punches. It felt unnatural to be holding back. He was used to going all out, using any means to win a fight.

Over an hour of practice passed before Jake announced the end of it, and while other soldiers were visibly tired and worn-out, Whumpee had barely broken a sweat. No one talked to or acknowledged his presence as they moved on to dinner, and then finally the shared sleeping quarters with beds lined along the walls.

Whumpee stayed awake for a long time after the lights switched off, and he could tell from the breathing patterns alone that several other men were too, shifting around restlessly -- probably unwilling to let their guards down and rest, lest he slit their throats in their sleep. A reasonable fear, considering who Whumpee was.

After a lot of tossing and turning, Whumpee managed to drift off.

He awoke the next morning to find himself alone. Everyone else had already left, no one bothering to wake him. Probably too scared to even approach.

Whumpee sighed wearily, getting up and padding out after slipping some shoes on. He got lost wandering the maze of halls in the facility, but eventually he successfully located the team he was with, who were gathered in a large room full of... games? Things like darts and pool and cards and so much more! He could hardly believe what he was seeing! It must be recreational free-time for the soldiers.

There were groups of two or three playing each game together, none of which invited him to join.

Whumpee didn't mind, at least that's what he told himself. Although... playing two-or-more player games did look rather fun. He was never allowed the simple luxury of entertainment under Leader's control.

But he knew asking to join would make everyone even more on-edge, so he refrained from it, deciding to throw darts at the board by himself to pass the time. Maybe once the soldiers grew more comfortable around him they'd invite him to play cards, though he'd never played before. They'd have to teach him.

Those first few days of existence were... rough. Everyone avoided Whumpee like the plague when possible, edgy and jumpy whenever he walked into a room. Steering clear when there was space to do so.

But the men were growing bolder and more confident the longer Whumpee was around, and it was on the fourth day that Whumpee faced his first round of genuine, direct trouble.

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[black-arcana]

HALESTORM's LZZY HALE And JOE HOTTINGER Announce 'The Living Room Sessions' 2025 Tour

Lzzy Hale and Joe Hottinger of Grammy-winning hard rock band HALESTORM have announced an intimate tour featuring the two of them performing acoustic, stripped down versions of HALESTORM favorites and the music that has inspired the band. Dubbed "Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions", the tour consists of 12 dates in January 2025. A full list of dates is below.

A special BLABBERMOUTH.NET presale will begin on Thursday, October 24 at 10:00 a.m. local time and end on Thursday, October 24 at 10:00 p.m. local time. When prompted, type in the presale code "2025FREAKS" to access tickets before the general public. Check back here on Thursday for ticketing links to individual shows. General on-sale will be Friday, October 25 at 10 a.m. local time.

To give fans a taste of what’s to come at the shows, today Lzzy and Joe posted a sneak preview of a performance of "The Silence".

Lzzy states: "With this tour, we're inviting our fans to experience what it would be like hanging with Joe and me in our living room: picking up instruments, telling stories, chatting about songs that helped shaped us as a band and brought us to where we are today."

Joe adds: "Back when we decided to quit our day jobs and make music our full-time endeavor, Lzzy and I would play music wherever we could, and sometimes that meant playing acoustic covers in any bar or restaurant that would have us. That time really allowed us to develop our playing skills and dig into songwriting, and it really set the groundwork for what HALESTORM is today."

"Halestorm's Lzzy And Joe: The Living Room Sessions" 2025 tour dates:

Jan. 08 - Flint, MI - The Machine Shop Jan. 10 - Bloomington, IL - Bloomington Center for the Performing Arts Jan. 11 - Des Moines, IA - Hoyt Sherman Theatre Jan. 13 - Springfield, MO - Gillioz Theatre Jan. 14 - Little Rock, AR - The Hall Jan. 16 - Chattanooga, TN - The Signal Jan. 17 - Biloxi, MS - Hard Rock Live Jan. 19 - Pensacola, FL - Vinyl Music Hall Jan. 21 - Savannah, GA - District Live at Plant Riverside District Jan. 22 - Charleston, SC - Charleston Music Hall Jan. 24 - Springfield, MA - Aria Ballroom/MGM Springfield Jan. 25 - South Burlington, VT - Higher Ground

In a September 2024 interview with PK of Louisville, Kentucky's ALT 105.1 radio station, Lzzy spoke about the progress of the recording sessions for HALESTORM's follow-up to 2022's "Back From The Dead" album. Lzzy said: "We've had three separate sessions in the studio with — we're making a record with [producer] Dave Cobb. And he's actually a huge closet metal fan, and so he's really excited. And so we're making this great music, but we're constantly touring. So we've had, like, three different sessions in the studio. We're probably — what? — 70, 80, maybe, percent there. We have a studio in our house and so I'm doing a lot of the finishing touches on vocals and sewing everything up, doing solos and all that. And then we get back in in December to just say, 'Okay, this is good.' And then, yeah. And then there we are. So we're excited about it. We really are."

Cobb has shared in nine Grammy wins, including four for "Best Americana Album" and three for "Best Country Album". He's also been named "Producer Of The Year" by the Country Music Awards, the Americana Music Association (twice) and the Music Row Awards, and has been a Grammy nominee in the category.

HALESTORM and I PREVAIL recently embarked on summer 2024 co-headlining tour. Produced by Live Nation, the trek kicked off on July 9 in Raleigh and ran through August 17 in Las Vegas. HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD and FIT FOR A KING served as support. The tour was also the catalyst and the creative spark for HALESTORM and I PREVAIL's collaborative track "Can U See Me In The Dark?", which was released in June.

"Back From The Dead" has tallied over 100 million streams worldwide. Rolling Stone called the title track "a biting but cathartic howler about overcoming all obstacles," and that song as well as "The Steeple" marked their fifth and sixth number ones at rock radio, respectively. Associated Press said the album "will definitely be in the running for best hard rock/metal album of the year." Their previous album, "Vicious", earned the band their second Grammy nomination, for "Best Hard Rock Performance" for the song "Uncomfortable", the band's fourth #1 at rock radio, and led Loudwire to name HALESTORM "Rock Artist Of The Decade" in 2019.

Fronted by Lzzy with Arejay, Hottinger and bass player Josh Smith, HALESTORM's music has earned multiple platinum and gold certifications from the RIAA, and the band has earned a reputation as a powerful live music force, headlining sold-out shows and topping festival bills around the world, and sharing the stage with icons including HEAVEN & HELL, Alice Cooper, Joan Jett and JUDAS PRIEST. Additionally, Lzzy was named the first female brand ambassador for Gibson and served as host of AXS TV's "A Year In Music".

[chainofhyrule]

Under the Starry Night Sky

“Is there truly anything more relaxing than watching the world go up in flames? Name one thing, I’ll bet you can’t.”

“Being the one to strike the flint.”

Eyes of similar shades of blue and green all turned to look at you as the sound of your blade striking the flint in your hand echoed across the small clearing they’d found for a camp. There’d been an eerie glow to follow after as you set the campfire ablaze, and you met nine mismatched gazes with an innocently deranged glint in your eye. You only smiled, and put the flint back into your bag with a little chuckle.

“Have neither of you heathens heard of tea? Or maybe fishing?” Legend made an interesting gesture of holding a cup, looking at Wild incredulously. “Reading a book, even?”

Wild shared with you a doubtful look, and he cackled, speaking through his laughter.

“We’ll take an energising elixir and shock arrows over tea and a fishing line any day, thanks.”

You caught several members of the group rolling their eyes, some laughing, as you took the cooking pot out of Wild’s Sheikah Slate.

“As far as reading goes, Vet,” you mused, adding fuel to the fire (literally, and metaphorically,) “I’m not even sure Wild would use a book as anything more than a fire starter.”

Said hero only shrugged as a few members of the group, mostly Warriors, as he was currently reading a book, started poking fun. Wild only raised his hands in defence as he began walking over to you to get his slate back to start swiping through inventory.

“I’m just saying, they’re nice and flammable! Who cares about reading when you’re cold and in the wild?”

Time set down a piece of his armour that he’d been cleaning, and sat forward with his elbow on his knee. The whole image screamed ‘tired dad energy.’

“What of your warming potions, or layers?”

“Or those ruby earrings Y/n wears, or the diadem?” Hyrule asked, sitting back against the tree he’d collapsed against earlier. You only shrugged, peeking over at Wild as he handed you a few things to start prepping for dinner.

“I didn’t have them yet,” the hero said simply, looking over at you almost fondly, watching your hands as they worked. “It was early in my journey, anyways. Didn’t even know potions were a thing yet.”

Some of the group nodded in understanding. It was rare for them to hear about a time in Wild’s journey from before he met you, or Wolfie. They thought little of it, though. You, however, were close enough beside him that you noticed a twinge of remembrance in his dulled blue eyes. From the slight twitch in his expression—too small for any to have seen or acknowledged but you—it was something bad.

On your journey together, Wild had told you about everything he’d remember as he recalled it. When it was something good, there’d be a slight smile on his face when he came back from blankly staring into space. When it wasn’t, his eyes would cast themselves down in the dirt. Either way, you were always there for him. Just as you intended to be now.

“I’m lucky I found Y/n when I did, though,” Wild said softly, and his expression turned to that of joy. Everyone looked back up at him to see it. “I doubt I’d even be here if it wasn’t for them.”

Shoving the hero’s shoulder lightly, you couldn't help but groan in annoyance and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, lucky I didn’t kill you before I saw that Hinox!”

Wild barked out a laugh, surprising the others. Some of them laughed along, while others smiled happily. It was rare to see the champion so at ease, and until they’d picked you up from Wild’s Hyrule, they honestly thought such an expression on him was impossible. Whatever the two of you had gone through, at least Wild hadn’t had to go through it alone.

You were just as wild, crazy, and recklessly daring as he was. It was frightening. You were good for him though. That much they knew.

Twilight was your biggest advocate, though.

After a full dinner of prime meat and rice bowls (courtesy of yours and Wild’s superior hunting skills and Warriors’ rupees two towns back,) the group was quick to fall asleep. You offered to take first watch, as you were always more of a night person. Wild agreed to take second, and Twilight third.

So far in the night, the only sounds to keep you company were that of the crickets, the breeze, the crackling fire, and the boys’ snoring. It almost reminded you of your travels before meeting the group, where you’d often been alone under these kinds of stars. Until you heard Warriors grunt in his sleep, and remembered you were practically babysitting nine irresponsible heroes at the moment. Some liked to say that Time was responsible and grown, but you knew the truth. He was just as much a gremlin as Wind and Wild, if you gave him the chance. Which you often did.

It was almost an hour to Wild’s shift when you started to feel your eyes growing heavy, and had to shake your head a couple times to keep yourself awake and (somewhat) alert. However, just after shaking your head for something like the twentieth time, you felt hands grip your shoulders from behind. On a normal occasion you would have jumped or swung, but you recognised the way their fingers pressed into your muscles.

“Trouble staying awake, Y/n?”

Nodding wordlessly, you made room for your partner on the log he’d dragged over to the fire earlier, welcoming his company.

“You’re not supposed to be up for another half hour,” you mumbled, giving in to his arm wrapping around you to pull you in. You soon felt his cloak being wrapped over you, too, and a kiss was pressed to your temple.

“I guess I didn’t want to leave you all alone out here,” he said in a faux suave voice, wriggling his brows as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing out loud.

“That was disgusting,” you teased, and Wild quieted his laughter into your neck. “Did you learn that one from Warriors?”

“Am I that transparent?”

You raised a brow and looked up at him, smiling.

“You want me to be honest?”

Dropping his jaw in feigned offence, he slapped a hand over his chest and looked at you in fake hurt.

“My own partner in crime and life,” he said dramatically, “has hurt me so that I cannot bear to take to heart her offence!”

“Oh my goddess, Link,” you managed between hushed laughter, slapping your own hands over your mouth to lower the risk of waking any of the others.

“If I cannot maintain my unpredictability, then whoever shall I be?”

“Link, for the love of the goddess—”

“Oh, how you have hurt me so, my beloved,” he continued, threatening to crack with every word. “Have I not been faithful to you, my love?” He dramatically stood before you and kneeled to take one of your hands, and you fought the laughter until there were tears in your eyes.

“Link.”

The hero finally broke down, and his face flopped forward into your lap to muffle the sound of his laughter. You fell forward onto his back, trying so hard not to wake the others.

It was nice to feel so carefree, but if yours and his combined laughter woke anyone—goddess forbid Warriors or Time—you’d never hear the end of it. However, you couldn't bring yourself to care much about the risk. If Wild was happy sharing new moments like this with you, then you were ecstatic.

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[homoeroticbetrayal]

Iconic Homoerotic Betrayal: Round 2

Round 2 Directory

Context:

Akechi/Joker

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

Ok so Akira(you the player) are the leader of a group of thieves (who are doing good for society) but there are more sinister things happening that also get attributed to your group.

Enter Akechi the famous charismatic detective who’s declared that he will catch you(you can probably already guess where this is going) When you first meet him it is already clear that something is very wrong under that obviously fake smile. Under your civilian identity you befriend him and slowly(or rather fast) he opens up to you showing more of his true self and what pains his heart. Even disclosing sensitive information that could bring him down. Of course this is all just lies he made up to get close to you right? Nope.

You see the betrayal coming from miles ahead. Not only does he betray you, he’s been the real culprit all along.

Despite knowing this loooong ahead you still take him on little gay dates to the aquarium, public bathhouse, pretending to shoot eachother, a café or try to impress him with your amazing darts skills. You may even willingly make wrong choices just for his approval (I did gdi Akechi I trusted you.) And when you come home he's already waiting for you.

After you survive him gleefully shooting you through the head(it makes sense in context) you meet again he admits that he wishes you’d have met earlier, confirming that your bond was genuine, that you could’ve been friends/partners(? It’s complicated) and he really meant it when he said you’re the only one he feels at ease with. But not without having a truly unhinged meltdown about it first, vehemently rejecting your offer to still be friends and turn over a new leaf. (so after he's attempted to kill you at least 2 times and is gearing up for making it 3)

Akechi betraying you is as much a betrayal of himself as it is one of you.

Bonus points:

other characters comment on you being the only one close to him

during one rank he confesses to you…. His hate?

as previously mentioned, your relationship ranks up after he shoots you in the head(you survive, it make sense in context)

he himself compares his betrayal of you to romance(yes after shooting you through the head). On live tv. In the same moment he reminds himself how he’s felt unwanted his entire life, like a reminder he killed the only person who ever made him wanted.

At the end you have the choice to stay in a perfect world where he is alive and never underwent any of the pain in his life turning him into a wholly different person, or let him die(again) as his true self. If you pick the former you can return the betrayal.

*vague description it’s complicated.

Read other summary here.

John Silver/James Flint (Black Sails)

Summarized by Anonymous Contributor

what if we were pirates and I was grieving over my lost love and pulled you into the orbit of my narrative and turned you into the same kind of monster as I am but instead of dedicating all your energy to destruction you found people to love and you sacrificed our shared dream of revolution for a chance at a quiet life and you had to kill me to do it but instead you said I will wait here for a day a month a year until we can walk out of this together. and also we were both boys.

The moment that best exemplifies WHY I believe silverflint should win this tournament isn't the moment of the betrayal itself, but something that happens an entire season before. It's the season 3 finale, and Flint and Silver are preparing for a battle. Silver says to Flint, "Your demons are a part of our reality. Such is the nature of the influence you wield. Some of those demons I've come to know, but the one in whose name this war is to be fought is still a stranger to me." He asks Flint to share the deepest and most painful parts of his backstory - and Flint does. He opens up to Silver about his (queer) lover, who was killed because of their relationship. He's never told anyone about this before, and everyone who knew is is dead. But he tells Silver.

Silver takes this in and comes to a realization. He tells Flint that he sees himself as the latest in a line of people who have become very close to Flint and died because of it. He places himself in the same category as both of Flint's dead lovers. But he says that, when it comes down to it, he's afraid he's going to destroy Flint rather than let himself be destroyed. Flint tells Silver that if he does try to kill him, he'll have his work cut out for him. The whole conversation takes place in flashbacks, intercut with the battle that takes place the next day. The end of the conversation is played in voiceover over the final shots of the season: after winning the battle, Flint stands on the bank of a river, staring across at Silver and Silver's lover; the two of them stand on the opposite bank staring back.

It is POETIC CINEMA on a level I don't even have words for. It's the moment of their greatest triumph together, the moment Flint finally opens up to someone a decade after what happened to him, the moment their partnership goes from utilitarian to inseparable. But the seeds of their dissolution are already present. Silver says as much, in the same breath as he declares himself to be the latest in the lineage of Flint's lovers. It's a truly unbelievable sequence.

[cathchicken]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Here’s some characters I decided to bring back that I made 2 years ago

This is Helga and Flint, my two lovebirds. They live in a world of odd looking bird people. Helga is an aristocratic Utahraptor, she appears randomly to everyone to attend fancy parties. People find her somewhat intimidating due to her quiet nature. The only person she is seen regularly talking to is Flint, a little charismatic bartender (particularly skilled in wines). He is based off of a spade-tailed puffleg hummingbird. Quite a mouthful but I think you get the vision.

I always thought it would be funny to make characters who are based off of the largest and smallest scaled dinosaurs to be in love.

If you notice I already have a character named Helga, no you didn’t.

Anyways, I thought it would be appropriate to share them today. Enjoy!

[neattnat]

It hasn't even been a year and I've (semi) remaked my design.

Survivor (she/they)

Age: young adult (16-20 in human years)

Friends: the monk (brother), the flint (sibling)

Quite the exciting slugcat, the Survivor (Surv or Viv for short) is curious about the world and it's creatures. But they seem to also be quite skilled at fighting and survival. She also really likes to jump head first into danger after a moments pause.

It is quite peculiar on why a slugcat so young would be wandering around alone. And with such a large scar too.

They seem to come from the western outer expanse. With the description of the ruins and plant life. I have looked a little farther into it and it seems, that the Survivor is related to the Gourmand and the Inverted in some way. Perhaps they share an ancestor or aren't related at all. The Survivor had mentioned that she lived in a large tree with her parents and siblings. But no colony... Odd.

But, it doesn't concern me.

[crepuscularqueens]

Also, tropic morning news? If you wanna share <3

i have grand plans for this one in concept, im just like. stumped trying to weave a plot through it lmfao

its like. black sails but there's magical elements woven into it? silver is some sort of demon or similar creature that flint accidentally summons when trying to resurrect thomas, jack has some sort of unwilling premonition ability, whatever max is its the same as silver she's just incredibly skilled at pretending she's just like anyone else. i just.... wasn’t ever sure whether to include pirate elements, and if not what exactly is going on and why. lmao.

“You can just go back then,” Flint gasped, curling in on himself just a little bit more, “Send the one I asked for or give me back what was taken.”

“Alright,” the man agreed once more with a shrug, “You can send me back if you really wish to, though neither of your desired outcomes will be yours. The one you called for was never able to come to you this way, and what you gave cannot be returned. Or, you can keep me here, and I can help you to achieve what it is you want without all this.”

The man gestured vaguely around the room, then at Flint, grimacing a bit, “Awfully messy, if you ask me.”

“What do you mean, the one I called for was never coming?”

“Just that. It was unanswered, the one you wanted was not responsive. I apologize, I have a tendency to be a bit… opportunistic, so I walked through that open door. I can help you, or you can send me back.”

[falbrightsplace]

Everything You Never Wanted to Know About My Sonic OC

“I don’t know how to give up.”

(Full Credit to @Sonci_05 on Twitter for the comm!)

Name: Rook

Voice Claim: Yuri Lowenthal (as Yousuke Hanamura)/Still deciding on an alternative that may be too on the nose.

Age: 22

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Occupation: Archaeologist/”Relic Hunter”, Part Time Teaching Assistant

Affiliation: The Restoration, Independent

Hometown: ??? – “This big world of ours is home! Why choose one place when there’s so much out there?”

Powers(?): The ability to get up from things he absolutely shouldn’t.  It’s a sheer willpower/tenacity/stubbornness thing more than any aspect of his physiology though and he -will- pay for it if he pushes himself.

Values: The preservation of ancient knowledge, freedom, passion, justice

Dreams of: Making a monumental anthropological contribution, exploring the Starfall Islands, mapping out all the secrets the world has to offer, being acknowledged as a hero in his own right

Skills:

·       Ancient Text Analysis

·       Extreme Gear Handling (Bike Type)

·       Spelunking/Excavation

·       Demolitions/Pyrotechnics

·       Maintaining a Positive Outlook (!)

·       Fancy Footwork

·       Quick Thinking/Improvisation (We hesitate to use the word tactician)

·       Moderately adept at operating and repairing machinery, even heavy machinery.

Strengths:

·       Good at all forms of improvisation

·       Tenacious

·       Knowledgeable

·       Surprisingly good listener

Weaknesses:

·       Doesn’t think things through

·       Could be considered off putting/obnoxious (depending on who you ask)

·       Absolutely no self-preservation skills

Kit/Tools:

·       Grapple gun

·       Scarf (uses it as rope, sling for various objects, even a means to grab an opponent)

·       Small grade explosives (fireworks, smoke bombs, flash bombs, all home-made!)

·       Close range EMP devices (limited on hand)

·       Scooter/Bike style Extreme Gear (Section and Name tentative)

·       All sorts of matches and flints tucked in pouches and even the folds of his gloves.

·       Bits and bobs

·       Whatever the environment has that he can use.

·       Goggles

Likes:

·       Adventure

·       Making new acquaintances

·       Libraries

·       Museums

·       Comic Books

Dislikes:

·       Being cooped up for too long

·       People profiting off the exploitation of historical relics or the suffering of others.

·       Not much else!

Favorite Food: Asking him will cause him to malfunction as he goes through all the possible options and works through raw, unfiltered indecision.  Raspberries are good though! But so is…! And oh…! But what about…?!

Superhero Most Likely to Get Along With: Spider-Man - Nerds who can’t shut up when nervous.  Both have a tendency to put a foot in their mouth.  “Bad luck”/”PUBLIC MENACES”.  Fellow Determinators and improv combatants! …and maybe a “You sound so familiar” joke.

Dynamics/Relationships with Canon Characters:

(Note: I prefer to think of these as potential ideas, organic roleplay or writing usually dictates these things seeing as our outlook on a person is by and large determined by experience.  Soooo…snapshots!)

·       Sonic the Hedgehog – The young man reveres Sonic, thinking of him as the hero of heroes.  Sonic himself usually gets a kick out of it for a bit, though he can get a little impatient when Rook starts rambling about things and might nudge someone else into the conversation if it gets too technical or long winded. Their carefree, off the cuff nature can work pretty well together in a pinch.

·       Miles “Tails” Prower – These two can get along quite well.  Admittedly Tails can get a little sheepish around Rook’s tendencies to overload gear when tuning it to get a little more “oomph”.

·       Knuckles the Echidna – Has a complicated relationship with Rook.  There’s a deep respect shared between them for wanting to preserve history rather than just sell it off to the highest bidder and the both of them can get into the finer points of cultural cornerstones…but Rook is too energetic for Knuckles’ liking much of the time.  He just talks too much.  And moves too much.  And gets too nosy. They could make a heck of a team if their temperaments didn’t bounce off of each other in such an odd way.  If the archaeologist can help, Knuckles is grateful, he’s equally grateful to get him off his island.

·       Amy Rose – On a personal level, the two could get along quite well due to appreciating the finer points of life and love (Rook would egg her on, be her cheerleader).  He could also step on Amy’s toes at times and see that fierce side with how much of a ball of energy he is.  Things would smooth out, though!  Most of the time!  During her time as temporary Director Amy probably needed aspirin every time she saw him due to some incident coming up.

·       Rouge the Bat – Rook doesn’t approve of her.  He respects her skill and can be impressed by her but the outlook she has on treasure goes completely against his own code.  They would butt heads if going after the same prize and Rook would, by any measure, probably frustrate her on some level due to how much he insists on never giving up.

·       Shadow the Hedgehog – These two don’t really interact.  Or at least I can’t imagine Shadow hanging around long enough for Rook to give him a pep talk.  Though if the fox was to know anything about him somehow, he probably holds a special kind of admiration for the Ultimate Lifeform beyond just thinking he’s awesome.

·       Omega – Rook thinks he’s amazing, that he’s just so cool!  And Omega…probably acknowledges the collateral damage to Eggman’s property and robots?  That sounds about right.

·       Vector the Crocodile – The loud music crew is here! Rook probably has run into the Chaotix a few times both as allies and rivals depending on the nature of the case.  Still, I imagine there’s no hard feelings.  At least not on Rook’s part.  Maybe on Vector’s if it cut into the team’s bottom line, but he’s used to dealing with eccentrics in his line of work.  And in his direct vicinity.

·       Espio – Difficult to say, overall.  I imagine that Rook probably freaks out over a shinobi and how inherently awe inspiring that is though!

·       Charmy – DO. NOT. ALLOW. THEM. TO. HANG. OUT. A typhoon of good intention and destruction’s bound to follow.  They get along too well.

·       Cream the Rabbit – Rook’s actually really good with kids due to his own uninhibited connection to his sense of whimsy. He would do anything for Cream to make her smile or help her out if she was in trouble.  Good friends, even if Rook’s probably too rambunctious for any of Cream’s guardians.

·       Gemerl – Rook’s fascinated by Gemerl for so many reasons. For starters he just thinks that the robot is cool.  Gemerl, on the other hand, probably is constantly calculating risk assessments for allowing Cream to stick around him for any extended period of time.

·       Vanilla the Rabbit – Rook’s probably exceptionally polite with Cream’s mom, though I imagine she could occasionally develop a tic around him due to his shenanigans.

·       The Babylon Rogues – If there’s someone who’s even deeper on Rook’s list of people he doesn’t get along with, their names would be the Babylon Rogues.  Basically being thieves for hire make them the opposite of everything he stands for.  Jet being the most vocal and abrasive of the bunch doesn’t help things.  Storm probably sees Rook as a pencil neck nuisance who’s just getting in the way of the crew.  Wave’s probably the friendliest of the bunch towards him, but I imagine even that comes with a lot of dry jokes while keeping her eye on the prize.  That said, if they were attempting to specifically collect a Babylonian artifact, Rook could be persuaded to help due to feeling for their lost culture (the fox’d be in tears, but he’d try to hide it).

·       Silver the Hedgehog – I feel like there’s a friendship to be had here.  Rook always believes in the best future possible and will never stop supporting Silver in achieving that.  He also knows what it’s like to carry the weight of your mistakes in light of something greater.  They both want to prove themselves and they could both help one another where they struggle.

·       Blaze the Cat – I don’t imagine they’ve interacted much, but Rook’s probably a bit too loud for Blaze to open up to immediately.

·       Doctor Eggman – The villain of villains.  Rook has a begrudging respect for the doctor’s genius, his esoteric knowledge and the way in which he unearths so much.  The methodology and energy behind it though is utterly deplorable.  Eggman himself probably sees the fox as nothing in the grand scale of things, only giving him brief attention if he’s a particular nuisance.  Rook is more of a distraction than anything noteworthy to the ruler of the Empire.

·       Professor Pickle – Rook has a massive respect for the Professor’s work and considers him one of his greatest mentors.  The professor in turn supports and is often delighted by the fox’s own sense of adventure and curiosity.  They can quibble about the finer points of sandwiches, though.

·       Jewel the Beetle – Surprisingly, the curator and current head of the Restoration’s efforts gets along quite well with the rambunctious relic hunter. This is probably due to their shared interest in geology and the pursuit of beautiful specimens to share with the public. There may also be a bit of understanding given Jewel’s long-standing friendship with Tangle.  On a purely professional level, Rook has been a source of piles of files and reports which can be exhausting.

·       Tangle the Lemur – These two get along like nobody’s business.  They’re both expressive, rambunctious and find delight in the world around them.  If there’s ever been anyone to geek out and bounce around about something being so cool it’s this pair.  The hero worship can be off the charts, so can their tendency to rush headlong into things.  There’s a lot of heart and fun in their friendship.

·       Whisper the Wolf – Rook tries a little too hard with Whisper, often coming out of nowhere and trying his best to cheer her up without knowing her on a level the Tangle does.  They just can’t quite connect, a fact that Rook feels guilty about.

·       Lanolin the Sheep – Oil and water.  Lanolin sees Rook as a liability on the best days and will actively avoid him.  Rook often wants to bridge the gap by chatting or being friendly after something goes sour.  This usually strikes a nerve whether he realizes it or not.

·       Belle the Tinkerer – They work well together when it comes to fixing things.  Rook’s always very supportive of Belle’s every attempt, often being moved to tears through sentiment alone.  Which no doubt can be a little overwhelming.

Inspirations: Vash the Stampede, Taichi (Digimon Adventure), Kamen Rider, Bang Shishigami (Blazblue), Indiana Jones

Personality: Rook’s the kind of guy who enjoys making friends wherever he goes.  And can annoy anyone in equal measure due to his enthusiasm for…enthusiasm!  He’s passionate about many things.  Chief among them being the study of all things historical and the ability to glean something truly beautiful and beneficial from it.  This includes absolutely gushing about the artistry to be found in architecture, relics, even geological strata!  His specialty lies in ancient scripts and deciphering them.  As such, one of his homes (which he claims several due to his nature as a drifter) is the University in Spagonia.  He’s often just happy to be on the grounds, attend the lectures of a certain distinguished professor, or pore over books in the library.

That said, the same overarching passion gets the better of him a lot of the time.  He’s quick to act without much forethought for consequence, has a tendency to ramble once given an opportunity and gets so excited it’s been known to test the limits of peoples’ patience.  Combine this with a very strong personal sense of justice and he’s what you’d call an eccentric on the best of days.  This extends to what he thinks is cool: things like dramatic entrances and poses!  If he gets too worked up he can be a mile-a-minute chatterbox.  Rook’s always looking to squeeze a little more out of life or get some more oomph out of anything he’s working with, it all goes with his enthusiasm!

The fox is, at his core, super sentimental.  He’s a big softy who can be swayed by any story that moves him to tears (which there are many!).  Surprisingly, in spite of his nature as a chatterbox, Rook is an eager listener to those who need it.  He will go out of his way for someone who’s feeling down, trying anything from becoming a cheerleader to making a fool of himself if it’ll get a laugh or even the ghost of a smile.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.  Sometimes the poor guy is just woefully unaware of things, but his heart’s always in the right place no matter what.

Unsurprisingly that same tender hearted nature can leave him open to being manipulated with the right tale.  It can also lead to decisions that he previously wouldn’t have considered ‘just’ under certain circumstances.  He’s shockingly open and fair for someone who claims to fight for an absolute justice, empathy being more important to a hero than rigidity under his code.  He does bristle and take it personally when someone burns him, though.  More than that he has a habit of blaming himself for leaving that possibility open in the first place.

He has a love/hate relationship with the term “treasure hunter.”  On the one hand he thinks it is -so- cool sounding and that it has a romantic vibe to it, on the other he despises the thought of anyone using artifacts for personal gain or seeing them as mere prizes worth a pretty penny.  It is one of the only things that truly pushes his buttons in a meaningful way.  You can imagine how this goes with the likes of Rouge, Fang, and the Babylon Rogues.

Rook is an optimist, for better or worse.  He can accept the bad in things, he can see when a situation is dire, but he can’t bring himself to let the best outcome fade from view.  In his mind, if he does that then the people who depend on that outcome are being let down.  There’s a deep sense of responsibility to others that comes with all of his actions.  This extends to others but he rarely allows himself the same grace, often coming off as personally reckless.

That fact becomes all the more apparent when his tenacity comes into play.  If it comes down to a cause he believes in or a goal he thinks is worthwhile, he won’t back down.  No matter what. When life, or an opponent, knocks him down, he will get back up as many times as he can to ensure that the best possible ending to any story is brought about.  It’s this stubbornness that serves as one of his greatest strengths and weaknesses.  He’s open to just about anything but gets tunnel vision when it comes to having eyes on the prize or when others are involved and the scope of it just happens to end before himself.

He is a terrible liar.  It will show on his face, or he will start sweating.  Or stammering.  Or his jaw will start trembling.  Or his ears will start twitching or fall back.  He just can’t sell anything with a poker face.

He can also be a bit spacey.  People often think he’s weird enough to be from another planet or off on his own world when deep in thought.  Combined with the way he hops from topic to topic it can be a little hard to keep up sometimes.

Rook definitely has an idea of what a hero is, but he also has a severe case of hero worship.  He gets star-struck when around people who have saved the world, or if someone does something he finds to be cool. It never fails to bring out the kid in him, he’s just a big dork in a lot of ways.  That said, the relic hunter wants to be worthy of the title himself.  It leads to a lot of comparison, a lot of the feeling that he must live up to grander visions or accomplishments or do more.  He’s a bit hard on himself at times.

He can be a bit clumsy if inertia works against him and he’s already put enough energy behind himself and the ways in which he can turn around a situation are not only unorthodox but at times…unwieldy.  As a self proclaimed harbinger of peace and preservationist, Rook can be described as a walking hurricane.  Collateral is and has been a possibility when he figures out a plan and charges with it.  He’s a high risk, high reward off-the-cuff improviser.

The very idea of a rivalry is enough to get him fired up! It’s the hallmark of a hero who’s made it! If someone is the heel to his face, he will play into it without a second thought and give it his all.  If he thinks they do something cool he’ll often react before trying to hide it beneath a pouty veneer before gushing again.

Overall Rook is a fun loving, friendly guy who may appear to be a little (or a lot) off at times but has a heart of gold.  He’ll do anything for the people or ideals he believes.

[simpingcowboy]

Kisses of Fire

Pairing: Ezra x GN!Reader, no use of Y/N, reader is a prospector

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: canon like violence, blood, kissing?, non-explicit mentions of sex/oral sex, pet names

Summary: Your relationship with Ezra was a delicate one. Reliant on convenience and mutual pleasure, but at one point everything changed.

A/N: May's Year of ABBA, as part of Year of Creations @yearofcreation2023 brings us to my first ever Ezra fic! He was a bit intimidating, but I'm happy to have given him a shot! :) You can listen to the song here as Tumblr hates ABBA and will not let me properly link it.

"Oh Nova…what have you done to me?" Ezra asks in the dark. The pale light of the moon barely penetrates the nylon tent. What light there is has cast a soft yellow glow over the entirety of your belongings as well as both your bodies.

Your head on his chest, sleeping to the sound of his heart beat. His fingers dance over your parted lips. Searching…digging in the dark for an answer to explain one of his life's more recent mysteries. A nick of flint…he reckons. Reasons it to be the cause for the spark he feels each time you kiss. But as his finger drags over your lips, eyes too inspecting best he can in the dark, all Ezra can feel is the softness of your flesh and a pounding in his heart.

Ezra has had his share of love affairs. Men, women, anyone between or beyond…made no difference to the prospector. Who was he to be selective when The Green itself took all equally? And in his many cycles of solitude and isolation, he learned early on to take what he was offered. A lesson you too had caught onto quickly.

You'd never been helpless. Surviving on your own for many cycles of your own, before you crossed his path. Star crossed lovers meet out on the open green, guns pointed, feet braced, waiting for the other to make the first move. The opportunity of which is swept up by Ezra.

"Well well well…to what do I owe the pleasure?" He says with a grin, his voice low and raspy. A foreign twange in his voice that pulls you in.

"I'm a prospector." You answer simply, gesturing to the untouched dig site between the two of you.

"As are most on this moon, Nebula." He states, taking in the sprinkle of vermillion dust coating your dark black suit. "I'm gonna need you to get more specific. You see …this here dig holds my next harvest." The man explains, emphasizing his perceived ownership over the ditch. "So I ask again, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

It's a test. As most things are on the green. A test of nerves. Of skill. Of determination. All of which you forged during your time on the green. "I was under the assumption this dig held my next harvest." You retort.

He scoffs with the tilt of his head, which clears the glare from.his helmet allowing you to see the face of the stranger for the first time. A blonde streak through his hair. "Then you have assumed incorrectly." As you go to respond he stops you. "Though…I am a man of reason. I do not see why this could not be our harvest."

You squint at his words, uncertain of the nature of his offer. "And why should I share?"

The man smirks, appreciating your attitude. "I have something you want. I have supplies. Food. Water. My pod, not far from here. Would make for easy harvesting."

Through your helmet, you can tell he's not lying. His body language is far too relaxed to be telling an outright lie. "And what is it you want from me?"

His mouth goes a little dry at his own proposition. "I want you, Nebula. Sweet stardust, to warm my bed for the duration of our shared excavation.”

The proposition is not a new one, though certainly a curious one. And had you never heard of the man with a blonde streak in his hair and with half an arm gone, perhaps you’d been more cautious than you were. Perhaps you’d never have agreed to such a delicate arrangement. At the least it would have taken much more convincing than it did.

Ezra can tell by the long look in your eyes, and the time you take to respond you’re debating the offer. “Come on Little Nebula…You know it is not a bad proposition. Food. Shelter. Half a harvest. Split right down the middle. And whilst I do not consider myself of Keeva’s most beautiful creations…there are far uglier things on The Green. Though- I am afraid I have one amendment before you decide to agree.”

You nod, urging him on.

“No kissing.” He says flatly, before the vibrancy returns to his character. “Though I am certain you can find much more noble uses for my mouth… if you agree.”

And agree you do.

That was the start of it. Two prospectors sharing in the splendors of greed by day and lust by night. You soon learned how well you worked together; getting through the excavation at an impressive speed. Your two hands proved useful where his one hand struggled. His sharper senses kept you both out of harm’s way on more than one occasion. Then of course, was the shared glory you found at night. Ezra’s many lovers proved him a well experienced man. While his stipulation about kissing went mostly unexplained aside from his general rejection of romanticism, you had found many more pleasurable uses for his mouth than kissing would provide.

The blonde streaked man was not what you'd imagined he'd be. Ezra was something of a myth on The Green. The reputation that precedes his actual involvement in your life had you believing him to be nothing short of a magic man. A survivor of the unsurvivable. A man who spoke in strange riddles and rhymes. One who felt he was almost plucked from another time and brought to yours. A man who'd been here more cycles than most any other prospector on the planet without losing his mind.

Of all the tales told of the strange man, one thing was consistent. Ezra was sincere. Straightforward, as long as you could decipher his odd tongue. Forthcoming of his intentions. So when he explained his desire to split the harvest, you suspected no deception on his behalf.

What you were not suspecting, was how much you'd like Ezra. Quickly growing fond of his eccentricities and of how he pleased you. How strange, you thought, that of all places The Green would be where you'd first foolishly fall for a man who would never love you back. A man who would abandon you when you no longer served your purpose. But in the warmth of his bed, as you press kisses along his cheek, you allow yourself to imagine that the romantic spark would grow to a flame.

Ezra was unsure of when the shift occurred. Perhaps after the first dig. Or the second. Or maybe even the third, where you silently celebrated your six months of partnership. Maybe it wasn’t even up until that fateful moment that everything changed. That you transformed from a fellow drifter on a far off moon, to a love of his own. He doesn’t remember when it happened, but he remembers the day he became acutely aware of it.

Prospecting was a dangerous profession, of this there was never a doubt. Even across your months together, had you encountered many unsavory persons. Thefts, cons, killers. All of the worst of mankind that plagued the face of The Green. All the same kind you’d met before, and were certain to meet again. These ones were just a bit more unlucky than the rest.

Traders. Roaming the planet’s surface trading both exotic goods and mundane items alike. A pair, who like yourself, had heard of the blonde-streaked man who had recently become a half-armed one. A pair with their eyes on the wild and dangerous Ezra’s prized trophy case. What was intended to be a simple supply run, had turned into a stand-off. Just as he had done before, Ezra was certain he could survive. But when you unexpectedly arrived, and the taller half of the pair had his gun on you, it got much uglier than Ezra could have anticipated.

Where once, Ezra would have abandoned his partner, leaving them for dead in favor of saving his beloved trophy case, he found himself unable to bring himself to do so. And as the stand-off turned into a gun fight. And the gun fight turned into a fistfight. In his landslide of emotions, one thing was clear. For the first time in his career, something mattered more than his precious trophy case, you. When Ezra finally smashed the last standing man’s helmet hard enough to crack, leaving him to the burn in the planet’s atmosphere, all Ezra could care about was you.

Bloody and limping, he came to you. “My sweet Nebula.” he pants, “Are you alright?” he asks, voice softer than is reasonable considering the adrenaline still racing through his veins. A thick gloved hand stretched out to your own.

“I’m okay Ezra.”

"Now there is nothing that can keep us apart" And he smiles, as his world slowly fades.

He doesn’t remember how he got back to the pod. Or when he got out of his suit. Or how long he’s been laying in this bed. But when his brown eyes open, and he sees you lying besides him he feels safe. And of all the places Ezra has been in his life as a vagabond, he'd finally found a place he belonged.

It frightens him. The testaments of his own affections shake him to his foundations. To know what his love could do. To know what it made him capable of. And worse- to know that what he loved may not feel equal in those affections.

But he could not lose you. Not to those men. Nor The Green. Not even Keeva itself could remove you from him. That terrible greed that kept his soul had extended to you. You were Ezra's. Though he'd claimed you many times, there was one way he'd yet to have taken you.

"Stardust…" he whispers, aquiline nose bumping against your cheek.

"Hmm…Ezra you're awake." You say, eyes adjusting to the frail light of early evening.

"My beloved Nebula, I hope you can excuse my most sudden intrusion of your person but-" a thick hand slithers under your waist as Ezra takes his position above you, "it has come to my attention that I have neglected you something serious. And if permissible…" he leans in closer, the tip of his nose sliding against yours "it'd most like to rectify my unforgivable sin."

"Ezra? Are you asking to kiss me?" You repeat, your sleep dazed brain struggling to follow.

"I believe I am, Nebula."

"Then you may."

With that, Ezra kisses you. His lips are slow to press their way into yours, shivering with trepidation. Once he has his lips on yours, he knows he's reached the point of no return. The feather light touch of your mouth sears through him. Burning your essence into his very existence. Branding him as yours. The taste of devotion sitting heavy on his scorched tongue.

"More-" Ezra begs, pressing heavily against you. You're eager to comply. Pulling him close.

The kiss is cosmic. All your mismatched broken parts forming like clusters in open space. Finding all the bits that make the other whole. An undeniable heat building on your tongues as your bodies fall into each other, closer and closer. Two fools lost in orbit. Limbs enfold like the outstretched arms of the galaxy.

"I love you." You murmur against Ezra's lips.

And the cosmos is completed. Fire catching at the core, where your lips meet. Burning through flesh, and bone, and pride. Creating one where there once was many. His sweet stardust blossoms like a nova star; enrapturing him in your flames. Where he happily concedes his love for you.

"Oh Nova- my Nova!" He nearly cries for you. Overwhelmed by the emergence of feels he'd harbored so long. "I love you. I love you. I love you-" Ezra repeats like a prayer at your altar. Where he worships the star that brought him light. Where his greedy hands slither up your shirt, begging for access. "Nova, allow me-"

"Please Ezra!" You plead back. Eager to have him as you'd never had him before.

In the end, there you return. Engulfed in each other's arms. The quiet hush of night. Pale lances of moonlight piercing through the nylon tent. So when Ezra rhetorically asks, "Oh Nova…what have you done to me?" and foolishly feels over your lips for a piece of flint; the greater question he wants to ask is what he did to deserve to experience your flame. And just as the first man to discover fire, Ezra's greatest concern was getting it again and again.

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump No.11

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community. I’m Malice and I’ll be your host. 

Today we have @zillstar13 joining us to share their whump story!

Good to have you here, Abraham! Let’s start with a fact about yourself?

I collect all sorts of things. From antique dolls, to rocks, to old bottles, to rusty metal trash, to Halloween decorations. 

And what does whump mean to you?

A story or art piece centered around a character being hurt in some way, especially if it is posted to the internet or put in a zine. 

My writing is whump. Dracula is whump. The doodles of Marie Antoinette I drew in elementary school are whump. It's very vague and fluid, just how I like it. 

How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

Tumblr. My friend Mac N Cheese supported my exercises in writing whump before I was bold enough to post anything. He doesn't write whump (as of right now, I'm trying to get him hooked) but has been beta reading my writing since I started posting.  

Has your view on whump changed since you joined? Are there tropes you now love/hate that you didn't at first? Maybe your choice of OC vs Fandom? Or even your style ie going from mainly writing to gifmaking or art?

I used to hate most vampire whump. My first series, Our Man Flint, was a vampire whump story with heavy focus on colonial America period folklore and Puritan beliefs. 

I couldn't stand most modern interpretations of vampires written by people lacking my vast knowledge of Slavic and colonial folklore. But it's grown on me tons since then. 

I still very much prefer folklore vampires, or ones similar to Bram Stoker's Dracula. But modern vampires stripped of historical context can be fun sometimes. I do appreciate how fluid they are as a species. 

I guess Mill coaxed me out of my shell after I coaxed him in the complete opposite direction.

Do you have any favourite whump trope?

I love whump based on religion and folklore. Whether it be real/historical or invented for the story. Spirits, vampires, gods, and whatever else. It is simply fascinating and scratches a particular niche in my brain. 

What is a favourite piece that you've written? Hype yourself up, we want to hear it!

I love all of my work. But at the moment I simply adore Blood Sacrifices. Its position as my favorite will probably have changed by the time this is posted. 

It's an ongoing story about a vampire posing as a pagan god to take advantage of a society practicing human sacrifices. It's very dark for obvious reasons, but human sacrifice is such an interesting concept to me. 

There is a lot of religious abuse, for obvious reasons. Including heavily explored emotional and sexual abuse of one of the priests, and straight up torture of another. I view some of it as dark comedy, but in a truly twisted sense. And it could easily be interpreted as completely serious. 

I haven't gotten to delve into all of the folklore and religion yet, but boy do I have some amazing things planned. 

Religion based whump is so good! Do you mind sharing your writing routine with us?

I write every day, but the amount fluctuates wildly. I mostly write when I'm supposed to be doing something else, like cleaning or eating, but the executive dysfunction is throttling my brain. 

I write a lot in the evening. I drink a lot while writing. But that's incidental as I always have water, tea, coffee, or hot chocolate right on hand. 

Is there anything you struggle with writing? What comes easily for you?

I'm really good at writing emotional abuse, gas lighting, religious abuse, manipulation, and all that sort of thing. Writing is 80% trauma and 20% skill and I'm banking on the trauma, with a splash of purple prose for good measure.

I have a hard time writing about recovery. I write hurt/no comfort. I cannot find it in me to let my traumatized characters recover. Some people find it cathartic, but I'm the opposite. If I'm stuck with my trauma, they are too. I don't vibe with writing healing arcs. 

Is there anything you're working on at the moment? 

I have so many ongoing series, it isn't even funny anymore. I'm participating in the Whumpay event. I passed Whumpril with flying colors and am hoping to keep up the energy. The final chapter of Our Man Flint is slowly being picked away at but I have little motivation at present. 

Do you have any advice for our readers?

Write the most deranged things possible. Project your traumas and insecurities onto all of your characters. Weave pieces of your past, present, and future into the narrative that it can't be separated from you. 

Your writing will be much better if you pour your heart and soul into it. It will feel horribly vulnerable at first, but that does get better. And I enjoy it much more than I ever enjoyed writing popular cliches and random two dimensions ideas. 

Shout out to your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you. We're hyping everyone one up here!!!

@elim-flower For supporting me so well, being a truly amazing best friend, talking through all of my problems, and letting me draw us as a vampire and a ferret. 

@heavenly-whumper For being my best friend in the whump community, and outside of it, and for keeping all my secrets and letting me keep yours. 

@devourerofcheesecake For letting me use our coffee/antique shop dates as an excuse to ramble about my writing for hours on end. 

@whumpshaped For helping me through all the niche fears of being a writer with NPD, and saying deranged things about my characters whenever I post. 

@whumpsday For all the truly extensive moral support, acceptance, good advice, optimism, and being a fantastic source of supply. 

@skittles-the-whumpee For being a good friend and staying up late talking with me about our lives, pasts, fears, hopes, and problems. 

Anything you'd like to add? <3

I fucking love this god forsaken community. 

Thanks for taking the time to chat with us, @/zillstar13!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[martyr-19]

{"guardian_login": "Martyr-19" [”ghost”: “Prophet”]}

{“id": "0402"}

{"title": "Bio:SENTRY-#"}

{"type": "bioshare"}

{"created": "####-##-##”}

{“updated”: “####-##-##”}

3/6

Snippets of Sentry-3’s Guardian profile—

SENTRY-#

{“guardian": "Sentry-3"}

{“ghost": "Flint"}

{“status”}} > active

{“stationed”}} > “European Dead Zone, Earth”

> [titan, exo]

First Vanguard Note>>

[####-##-##] > Z “Has shown an exceptional talent for void Light manipulation. Her skill and discipline is beyond what I would expect from a New Light, I will be keeping a close eye on her progress."

Latest Vanguard Note>>

[####-##-##] > Z “Has reported continued House of Dusk activity in the northeastern EDZ. I need a full report on her activities and patrols in that region as soon as possible.”

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Fireteam {1} Insight>>

[####-##- ##-] {“year 1”}

{B}} Commander Zavala’s favourite. 5/10

{V1}} Tactically amazing! Knows just how to play to everyones strengths and cover their weaknesses!

{L}} Might be stronger than Vuass! Fast, powerful, knows what she’s doing! (Favourite flowers are alyssums <3)

{K}} Can be a bit much. She’s loud and will absolutely make her opinion known. In her defense, she’s usually right.

{M8}} Autocratic.

Fireteam {1} Insight>>

[####-##- ##-] {“year 2”}} “last recorded”

{B}} I miss them too, y’know.

{V1}} I wish you the best. I hope you heal. This cannot go on, Sentry. You cannot go on like this.

{L}} [No Comment Available]

{K}} [No Comment Available]

{M8}} You can’t treat people this way forever.

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Latest Guardian Report>>

{OverviewAccess:denied}

{“attached-details”>locked}

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I do not have access to reports beyond those from the initial fireteam tenure. The Guardian has implemented strict privacy measures, and the reasons for this are not mine to speculate upon. Access is restricted to Vanguard leadership and current fireteam members- confirming the presence of a new fireteam.

Cross-referencing data from Vuass-4 and Bev's activity, I can again confirm that she has begun communicating with them.

Vanguard reports provide limited insight into her monitoring activities of the House of Dusk within the European Dead Zone.

I can conclude that privacy is of the utmost importance to her. Given that she has thoroughly locked down her current information, I believe it unwise to share the {15} pages last transmitted between Sentry-3 and Martyr-19 on [####-##-##]. The day of fireteam dissolution.

I will, however, summarize:

>>{Sentry-3[titan, exo]}”summary”

“Do not message me again.”

[frozenfirecats]

Do your pirate101 ocs have their personal favorite crew mates, ones that they would make a permanent first mate?

ooooo that’s a fun thing to consider!

Esmee’s would be Sarah Steele. I headcanon that they’ve knew each other before since Esmee grew up in Skull Island, and of course they’re both swashes.

Remmy would be Bonnie. Excuse me while I go off on a bit of a tangent and retcon his backstory that I wrote out not even two posts ago, but he was born in Albion and has always been sympathetic towards the foxes and their goal for liberation from Marleybone. After the incident with the storm and his parents’ death, he ended up in Skull Island and found himself among the scurvy dogs. Ao my headcanon is that eventually he met Bonnie while she was doing some odd jobs for Avery and was excited to finally meet someone from Albion again. They became friends and he would even tag along with her at times to sharpen his musketeer skills.

Brynn’s would be Lucky Jack. Don’t have much to say I just personally really love him as a companion.

Flint’s would be Ratbeard, since they share a love for fighting and blowing shit up.

Maeve’s would be Scratch. Basic witchdoctor answer I know.

[crackinglamb]

OC Name Meanings

Tagged by @pikapeppa, thank you! 🥰

Tagging @ir0n-angel, @lilbittymonster, @bogunicorn and @espressocomfort. No pressure!

Rules: Search and post the meaning of your OC's name (if you made their name up or they go by a nickname, post an explanation of how it came to you)! bonus if you can find something for their last name too.

Right, so...I have a lot of OC's. Holy crap, did this get long. I'll go by fandom to keep them organized, and listed here are just the main player types, not background characters. And if you want to know more about any of them, they can all be found here.

Fallout 4

Nora Howard (Junkyard 'Verse series): My first SoSu. Nora is the default name and I struggled for a long time to come up with a last name for her. At the time, I thought it would be funny for her to share a name with Todd Howard, and then it stuck.

Valara Thorsgaard (Set to Repeat, Subject to Change): Lamb the Younger gave me the first name and I liked it. Val, for short. The Scandinavian last name was just...I dunno, it felt right?

Honoria Wilcox (No One Knows): 'Honoria' is a version of Nora. Her maiden name was Beaufort, because it was slightly pretentious and so was Honoria's mother. Wilcox was her late husband's name and she was glad to take it.

Eleanor (Nights series): Another Nora variant, no last name.

Joan Whitfield (The Bargain): I wanted something different for this OC since she ends up with Kellogg. (All my Nora variants end up with Hancock.) The first name comes from my extended family, and the last name sounds lawyerish. 😆

Tien Xu (Unexpected): Ahh, the SoSu from my first real AU. She's a Chinese prisoner of war who ended up in the Vault. No real reason for her given name, but 'Tien' was my favorite chemistry professor's last name back when I was in college.

Alice Monroe (Amends to the Dead): My most recent SoSu. From the get go I wanted her to be a badass, because let's face it, you get pretty OP'd with some of those skills in-game. 'Alice' is a nod to Resident Evil. 'Monroe' is just because it sounded good.

Mass Effect Trilogy

Jayne Shepard (Soldier, Spectre, Savior series): It's the default FemShep name, but I changed the spelling. That's really it.

Jehanne Shepard (Some Kind of Resolution): Henna, for short. Jehanne is a phonetic variant of Jane.

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Aya Batra (Little Things): Batra is one of the surnames you can choose when making your Detective, but Aya was my own invention. It's a variation of an old D&D character (Aeo, who in turn is a variation on Io). Someday I want to write more for her.

Dragon Age

(oh boy, here we go)

Da'Fen Carlisle Mayers Lavellan (Until It Squeaks series): Carly, to her friends. My first MGIT. When I created her I wanted her to be a 'just some person' kind of character, so she needed a name that didn't stand out much. Tbh, I don't even like it. I think I was halfway through writing Twist when I decided it was short for Carlisle, which eased my meh a little. Then as time went on in the story, she earned the rest. Abelas was the first to call her 'Da'Fen' because she was the Consort of Fen'Harel, and she was formally adopted into Clan Lavellan after the events of the main game.

Imogen McLean (Wicked Things series): My ex wouldn't let me name Lamb the Younger Imogen when she was born, so I decided I would save it for a character someday. And so I did. 'McLean' because she's of Irish descent, and I knew a girl by that family name when I was a kid.

Eliana Hawke (Wicked Things series): I tend to give my F!Hawkes unique names, I guess. But this one was for the purpose of Imogen getting to call her Elly and Elly getting to call her Genny. It was a deliberate 'the names you use denote intimacy level' kind of thing.

Terisin Mahariel (Wicked Things series): It means 'Flint-like'. I wanted something hefty for the HoF, something that would give the impression of gravity and determination. And then everyone in the fic shortens it to 'Ter'. 🤣

Mira Foret (Driftwood series): This is actually a nickname, her full name is Almira. Her family name on Earth was 'Wood', and upon being transported to Thedas, she changed it to 'Foret', which is the Orlesian version of the word. There is actually a reason she has these names in particular, but that gets into level 40 IRL stuff, so I shan't say.

Carmilla Hawke (Maker Damned Fools): Cara, for short, and only if you have her permission. Back when I first wrote MDF, I had a notion that Leandra wanted to give all her children names beginning with the same letter. "How'd Bethany happen?" Varric asked. Because they didn't know they were having twins and had to come up with a name on the fly and Malcolm had a twisted sense of humor. It makes more sense in the fic. Anyway, she hates the name, and thus goes mostly by Hawke.

Hera Trevelyan (No More My Heart Beats Without You): I just liked it. Didn't even know it was the default name of F!Adaar. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Ellisora Lavellan (Flowers For Fen'Harel series): Everyone uses Ellana. It's the default. I don't like defaults (usually) and will twist them around any which way until I find something I do like.

Sa'vir Lavellan (No Strings): It means 'the First Path' or, more precisely for her character, 'the Only Way'. It was both to give some backstory to her and was a nod to her being inspired by The Unending Wake's Vir.

Lahalaan Lavellan (My Blood On Your Hands, Your Teeth In My Skin): Ahh, my poor Laani. She kicked around as an OC for a long time before I finally was able to write something for her. She was always meant to have a longfic, but it never happened. It means 'Like the Foxes', and it suits her as a redhead and a rogue class.

La'Vise Lavellan (Just Like Fire): The title of the fic is the definition of the name. She is my one canon story. I am utterly unsurprised at myself for not finishing it.

Lark Cadash (All the Earth and Air series): Again, default is bleh. Malika > Lika > Lark. Then I leaned into the bird symbolism.

Shae Cadash (Destiny Is Just In the Timing): This is apparently a popular name for a Cadash, lol. In order to set her apart (both in fandom and in my head), it's actually a nickname. Her full name is Shaelgat, meaning 'Unto Shale', and it has Lore(tm). A daughter of every generation is named this, and will be until they find the golem they're named after.

Banal'ras Nydha, the Twice-Born (Hope Is a Fragile Thing): She's actually a MGIT, who was given the name 'the Shadow of Night' by Solas in the Fade before she became corporeal in Thedas. She has a shtick that goes with it, the ability to use Fade cloak even though she isn't a mage otherwise. Ya know, like Cole. Her story and name are part and parcel with each other and mostly because I wanted to make an OC who was Deeply Mysterious(tm) without ever explaining it. The legend-mark comes from the Avvar, among whom she lives at the start of her fic.

(we're almost done)

Virlas Lavellan (I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife)): Default, bleh. Symbolically fitting name, yay. It means 'the Way That is Given' or something like that. This was a giftfic turned treat for the Solavellan Hell Exchange, and I didn't think too hard about the name other than something that would fit for a post-canon Lavellan.

Rinna Cadash (What Lies Beneath): Another giftfic OC. Dwarven names tend towards being short and this one just felt right.

Eshali'nan Lavellan (A Wolf Named Vengeance): This fic is a modern AU collab with my beloved Angel, and someday we'll finish it, lol. Esha, for short, was another OC that kicked around for a long time like Laani. She has quite a backstory that will likely never get told because frankly, I'm tired of writing DA retellings. Originally she was a Sentinel in Arlathan, who spent most of the intervening years in uthenera like Solas, but woke a generation ago. She lived with the Lavellan clan and was chosen to go to the Conclave. The name means 'Daughter of Vengeance' and was chosen for her at her elevation to Sentinel status.

Great googly moogly, I have too many OC's...

[aifanfictions]

Path of Valor

Chapter 3: A Song for the Unlikely Trio

The fabled Golden Harp of Rylar beckoned, and an unlikely trio stood at the threshold of its mystery. Geralt, the Witcher with eyes like flint and a heart like a hidden well; (Y/N), the skilled hunter whose resolve was tempered by the fire of determination; and Jaskier, the flamboyant bard with a heart full of melodies and a head brimming with tales. Their journey had led them deep into the heart of an enchanted forest, where they would face both the wonders and dangers of an ancient magic.

The forest, known as the Whispering Woods, lived up to its name. Enchanted trees murmured secrets in the wind, and the gentle rustle of leaves seemed to echo with a forgotten language. In the day, they marveled at the sight of mystical creatures that seemed to have sprung from the pages of a fairy tale. From talking wolves who shared cryptic wisdom to fae folk who played mischievous pranks, every step in the forest revealed a new wonder.

At night, the forest took on an ethereal charm of its own. The trees glowed with bioluminescent fungi, casting an otherworldly light on their path. Magical fireflies danced in the air, forming constellations of light, as if the very forest had come alive to guide their way.

As they ventured deeper into the Whispering Woods, their teamwork was tested time and again. Geralt's swordplay and combat skills protected the group from the menacing spirits that lurked among the trees. (Y/N)'s tracking abilities and knowledge of the forest's flora and fauna proved invaluable for deciphering the forest's secrets. Meanwhile, Jaskier's infectious optimism and endless repertoire of songs lightened the atmosphere, even in the darkest of times.

Their adventures were not without danger. One moonlit night, they were ambushed by a vengeful spirit that sought to avenge an ancient grudge. It was a creature borne of the forest's magic, and it attacked with ethereal claws that could rend the very soul. Jaskier's quick thinking, recalling a song about a forest guardian, helped them understand the spirit's grievance. With Jaskier's soothing melodies and (Y/N)'s offering of a treasured keepsake, the spirit was pacified, and they were allowed to pass unharmed.

Another time, they stumbled upon a clearing where a gathering of fae folk was taking place. These mischievous beings danced around a bonfire and beckoned for the travelers to join them. Jaskier, ever the sociable bard, was eager to participate, while Geralt watched with cautious amusement. It was (Y/N) who had to remind them of the tales of mortals who were spirited away to the fae realms, never to return.

Nevertheless, the encounter ended in an impromptu musical performance where Jaskier's lute mingled with the fae's ethereal tunes. It was a night filled with laughter, and the fae promised to watch over their journey, leaving the trio with enchanted trinkets as tokens of their gratitude.

Despite the eccentricity of their newfound companion, the bond between Geralt, (Y/N), and Jaskier deepened with each passing adventure. They shared stories around the campfire, each of them taking turns to recount their life's journey. Geralt, a child of destiny, had been subjected to the brutal trials of the Witcher, leaving him with mutated abilities and a burdened conscience. (Y/N) revealed her desire for more than the life of a village hunter, a longing that had led her to this path of adventure. Jaskier, the bard with the red hat and the ever-present lute, shared tales of his travels, the inspiration for his songs, and the many near-death experiences he had encountered while following Geralt.

As the days turned into weeks, Jaskier continued to regale them with songs about their exploits. He sang of their encounters with mystical creatures, their battles with ancient magic, and the unbreakable bond they shared as they pursued the fabled Golden Harp of Rylar. His songs were a mix of heroism and humor, each one more extravagant than the last. Whether they faced off against spectral wolves or conversed with talking trees, Jaskier's melodies made their adventures feel like epic sagas.

One evening, as they sat around the campfire, the forest alive with the soft hum of the wind and the haunting melodies of Jaskier's lute, Geralt spoke, his voice tinged with gruff warmth. "You know, Jaskier, your songs might not be as pointless as I thought. They capture our adventures quite well."

Jaskier beamed, genuinely touched by the compliment. "Why, Geralt, I knew you'd come around eventually. I've always said that bards have a way of making history more exciting."

(Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the camaraderie that had developed between them. Despite the eccentricity of their newfound companion, they had become a formidable team, bound by their shared experiences and their unique abilities.

Their quest for the Golden Harp of Rylar reached its climax in the heart of the Whispering Woods. They encountered ancient magic, powerful guardians, and riddles that tested their wits. It was a challenge that demanded the combined strengths of the trio, and they navigated it with the kind of synergy that only came from shared adventures.

In the end, they stood before the fabled harp, its golden strings shimmering with an otherworldly light. The moment was bittersweet, as they realized that their adventure was coming to a close.

Jaskier strummed the harp's strings, producing a hauntingly beautiful melody that filled the forest. As the sound resonated through the trees, it was clear that the harp held ancient secrets and untold power.

(Y/N) gazed at her companions, a sense of gratitude filling her heart. The journey with Geralt and Jaskier had been wild and unpredictable, but it had also been an unforgettable chapter in her life.

As they left the enchanted forest behind, (Y/N) couldn't help

but wonder what new adventures awaited them. The trio had discovered treasures beyond gold and magic; they had found friendship, laughter, and a bond that transcended their differences. As they rode away from the Whispering Woods, their path ahead remained shrouded in uncertainty, ready to reveal its next enchanting secret.

Their next destination was the coastal town of Malhaven, known for its bustling harbor and maritime trade. With the Golden Harp of Rylar safely in their possession, they hoped to find a buyer who would appreciate the harp's ancient melodies and its ethereal resonance.

However, upon their arrival in Malhaven, they soon discovered that the coastal town was grappling with its own set of problems. Fishermen told tales of monstrous sea creatures that terrorized their waters, preventing them from bringing in their livelihood. The townsfolk were fearful, and the once-thriving harbor now lay deserted.

With their sense of adventure and a desire to help those in need, Geralt, (Y/N), and Jaskier couldn't turn a blind eye to the town's plight. They decided to investigate the sea monster sightings and put an end to the aquatic menace that plagued Malhaven.

Their journey took them out to the stormy sea, where tales of ancient sea serpents and merfolk had given rise to fear and superstition. Guided by the stories of the local fishermen, they ventured to a hidden cove rumored to be the lair of the sea monster.

As their boat approached the dark, foreboding cove, the waters grew eerily calm. The silence was unsettling, and the trio felt the weight of an unseen presence in the depths below.

Suddenly, the sea erupted, and a colossal creature, with serpentine scales and luminous eyes, breached the surface. It was a sea serpent of immense proportions, its roars echoing like thunder.

Jaskier's eyes widened in both awe and terror. "Now, this is a story I'll sing about for ages!"

The battle that ensued was nothing short of epic. Geralt's swordplay, honed through countless encounters with monsters, proved invaluable. (Y/N)'s precision with a crossbow allowed her to strike at the beast's vital points, while Jaskier, despite his initial fear, managed to use his lute to create melodies that soothed the sea serpent's rage, if only temporarily.

Their teamwork was a sight to behold. Geralt and (Y/N) held the beast's attention, deflecting its attacks and creating openings for Jaskier to play his soothing melodies. The sea serpent, seemingly enchanted by the bard's music, gradually calmed.

As Jaskier played, the sea serpent's aggression waned, and its thrashing grew less violent. It seemed that the ancient melodies of the Golden Harp of Rylar had found a kindred spirit in the beast. The serpentine giant slowly descended beneath the waves, returning to the depths from whence it came.

Malhaven's harbor was saved, and its grateful fishermen hailed the trio as saviors. The town's prosperity returned as the seas teemed with fish, and the gratitude of its people was palpable. Tales of the Witcher, the hunter, and the bard who tamed the sea serpent spread far and wide.

Jaskier couldn't resist weaving the sea serpent encounter into one of his songs, adding yet another verse to their growing saga. He sang of their adventures, from the Whispering Woods to the tempestuous sea, and the chorus became an anthem of their unbreakable bond.

Their journey had become a tapestry of legends, and they rode on with heads held high. As they continued to explore the vast Continent, Geralt, (Y/N), and Jaskier knew that their adventures were far from over. The world was vast, filled with ancient mysteries, and brimming with stories yet untold.

The hunter, the Witcher, and the bard had embarked on a journey that was both thrilling and unpredictable. Their path led them through enchanted forests, across stormy seas, and into the hearts of towns in need. Together, they faced the unknown with courage and camaraderie, ready to confront any challenge that lay ahead.

As they looked to the horizon, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the companionship she had found. Geralt's steadfast determination, Jaskier's boundless enthusiasm, and their shared adventures had become the defining chapters of her life.

With their combined strengths, the trio was ready to tackle any adventure, no matter how wild or dangerous it might be. They were the Witcher, the hunter, and the bard, bound by fate and choice, and they were prepared to face the monsters, the darkness, and the unknown together. The world was their oyster, and every new adventure was a pearl waiting to be discovered.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[scary-grace]

ok let's do this!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

thanks to @tinnurin for the tag!

The experience of awakening from stasis depends strongly on the skill of the individual supervising the process. (x)

“Present Mic? Sir?” The doctor looks unhappy, probably because Present Mic wasn’t really listening, but Mic’s been through enough meetings like this to know what he’s going to hear already. (x)

LittleMissSigrid: we’re fucked. (x)

Bard’s been seeing Thranduil for a year and change, and he’s known about Thranduil’s real job for the vast majority of that year, but every time he steps into the romance novel section of a bookstore, he’s shocked all over again by the sheer number of titles with Thranduil’s alias printed on the spines. (x)

There are rules about taking calls from parents on personal cell phones, but the school hasn’t given Shōta a cell phone, and he’s not waiting around at school for parents to make their weekly check-in calls. (x)

The day Bard’s twin sister discovered her soulmate was never going to be the happiest day of Bard’s life, for a whole host of reasons. (x)

“Well, that’s everything sorted out,” the real estate agent says. (x)

Every so often Bard thinks about the pile of his school papers his mother saved, his drawings and homework assignments and report cards. (x)

Hizashi hurries down the steps from the train station, moving just a little too fast for the small hand grasping his to keep up. (x)

The night is cold and dark, and the makeshift tent not nearly enough to keep out the wind and snow; Thorin fumbles for flint and striker in the blackness, cursing the clumsiness of his hands. (x)

tagging @dogblessyoutascha @lonelyheartsmotel @corndog-patrol @rainbowvamp @herawell @pomgore and anybody else who's interested!