#please say something

[a-whisper-in-the-forest]

Stranded

Kamari coughs as she regains consciousness. She slowly opens her eyes and sees the blue sky. She smells the sea and feels the sand crawl everywhere.

As the darkness ebbs away, she remembers what happened. They got on a boat in Urytin, in the kingdom Zyfius. They were headed for Aressa, a four day journey. Only, on the second day it all went downhill. They got caught in the middle of a storm and after trying to keep the right course, their mast had broken off and they were left defenseless. At one point in the night, they heard a deafening crack and they went under, both the ship and her friends.

“Fuck.” She heard someone groan next to her. Rubin sits up on his knees and goes through his hair, trying to get the sand out. “You can say that again,” Alaric says while sitting on his hands and knees. “Eiran, I thought you said you bought the best ship available.”

The young noble inhaled loudly through his nose. “I did, they either clearly scammed me or the one who was sailing the boat obviously wasn't competent.” Kamari sat up too. “Don't you blame me, you arrogant asshole. I told you I've only seen how boats work, I've never actually been at the sail!”

Right at that moment Lenora, the group's healer, comes out of the forest. “Hey guys! I think I found a village, not too far north.” She yells from a distance. “Oh, that's nice,” Rubin, the blacksmith's son, answers. After a pause he asks: “Are they nice?” His voice sounds a bit hoarse, not having completely recovered from their involuntary swim. “Uhm… I think so? It's not like we can go anywhere,” Lenora says, pointing at something in the distance. Everyone looks at where she is pointing and Kamari cringes on the inside. They all see their very expensive ship. It's on the shore but aside from the broken mast, a huge hole gapes from the strakes. “Shit…,” Kamari sighs, putting her head in her hands. “See, this is why we should've gone with the cruise,” Eilan says, pointing frustrated at the ship. “Well, not everyone can pay for that. Plus, we would have been too late in Aressa. Vega isn't going to wait forever for us to arrive,” Kamari shoots back. She has had enough of Eilan and his stick up his ass. “He can wait. And we could have had our food served for us, instead the dried shit Alaric has been feeding us.” Alaric looks at the ground with an apologetic look in his eyes and mumbles: “Sorry, I thought it was the best thing to do. Since it doesn't rot that way and all that…”

Kamari balls her fists. Poor Alaric has been trying their best since the day they met and always wants to help the others. Eilan has no right to talk to him like that. “He at least tried to do something. Every time we asked you to do something, you bailed. You didn’t help washing the dishes, rowing or even navigating!” Kamari was yelling now. She didn’t care if the whole forest could hear them. Maybe it was better that way, so everyone knows what an enormous dipshit he is. “Guys, guys, please. Fighting isn't going to get us back on our way. So can we stop and finally go check out that village?” Lenora says with a kind of passive aggression in her voice that only she can do. Eiran puts on a cocky smile. “Definitely, I hope they have a decent bed with nice, actual food that is properly served,” Rubin smiles to themselves. “I hope they serve a cure for entitled assholes right next to it.”

~

After convincing the guards to let them through and getting through the gate to the village, Kamari realizes where they are stranded. The dark, wooden houses, the cold weather and the people wearing furs and thick clothing, decorated with riverstone beads. “Of course we are in Vohkli. Of course we are,” Eiran says, throwing his hands in the air. “I don't want to hear another word from you,” Kamari bites back. The noble only huffs in response. “The guard said there should be a shipbuilder that way, so let's focus on that,” Lenora says while pushing them forward. “I think it’s quite nice here. It's quiet and calm,” Alaric says looking around. Eiran huffs. “Just you wait. They are barbaric murderers and savages that would kill their own friends if they get paid enough.”

“Actually, that's not true,” Lenora answers. “They are indeed mercenaries that fight for the highest bidder but they do have morals. Besides, they are the best fighters in the eight kingdoms and every single child is trained from a very young age, so far from just savages. Rather well trained warriors.” Rubin puts an arm over Eiran's shoulder. “Hey, maybe you can ask one of those kids to teach you how to use that toothpick of yours.” The noble huffs. “I can fight very well with my saber, thank you.” Rubin lets out one of his contagious laughs and answers with a simple hum.

The group arrives at a small wooden house. It has a little window in the front and the smell of soup spreads from the hole in the roof. Alaric knocks on the door and takes a step back.

When the door opens a taller woman stands in the frame. She is maybe 20 years old and looks like every other Vohkli. Black hair, which she has cut just above her shoulder and wears half up, grey eyes and a slightly tanned skin from working outside all day. “Yes?” She says with a deep voice. Kamari, as always, takes the lead. “Hello, my name is Kamari and we are a traveling group. I was hoping that you could help us?” The woman looks unimpressed. “Hostel is that way.” Kamari thinks back to what her father always said. He is a talented and respected merchant and has dealt with all kinds of people. When dealing with a Vohkli, be honest and tell them straight up what you need. They are not going to change their price and are not going to listen to your sweet talk.

“Listen, we got stranded and our ship is wrecked. We need to get it fixed and somebody told us you could do that. Just name the price, we can pay it.” Kamari says with a lot of fake confidence. She's not going to lie, the woman in front of her is pretty intimidating. Not that she would ever admit that, of course.

A hint of a smile dances around the woman's face, but disappears as quickly as it appeared. “I might help you, but do know I have several other ships that I need to fix after yesterday's storm and I'm more inclined to help people I know.” Kamari jumps at the opportunity that she sees between the lines. “I completely understand. Can we come in for the details?” The woman sighs and looks back into her house. She then shrugs and looks back at Kamari. “Two people are allowed in. You have 5 minutes to convince me.” She turns around and walks into her house. “I'm Ida, by the way.”

Hi! I'm trying something completely different. This the first time I'm posting something with actual oc's and is set within my own fantasy world. I would love to talk about the lore of this world, so let me know if you're interested. This is a scene a bit further down in the story but I was itching to write it and I decided to share. (It's set around a medieval kind of time btw)

I hope you liked it! I can share the maps, lore about the kingdoms and/ or the magic system that I haven't really touched on yet or write the next part.

As always, my asks are open for any and all questions, snippet ideas, thoughts...

[undead-knick-knack]

He could be texting literally anyone in Bells Hells

[elithemiar-blog]

Weight. There's a weight on his chest, a comfort as he feels his chest expand.

He runs the corner, heart rate hammering at the sight of Chay with a gun pressed to his head.

His finger twitches, soft fabric brushing against warmth, cotton -- a shirt.

The kidnapper sees him and lowers the gun, aiming at Chay's chest then abdomen, his own gun in his hand and a command on the tip of his tongue. Then two sharp bangs fill the room, soft and muffled, Chay's arms curling around his stomach as he instantly curls and drops to his knees. An all consuming rage burns through his veins, and the kidnapper only grins.

His body shifts, and warm sunlight penetrates through the cover of his eyelids indicating morning has arrived.

Chay's name is released through a guttural scream as he watches the boy fall limp onto the dusty floor.

Blurry sight of a white ceiling meets his opened eyes, his mind still fogged from sleep -- the most restful he's gotten in days.

He rushes forward, anger and panic flushing through his nerves. As one body after another falls by a combined effort of force between hand and gun, until he is the only thing standing between his opponents and Chay, the kidnapper had disappeared.

The weight of him shifts and he looks down, watching and realizing who lays on him. He feels the calm facial features change as the boy nuzzles into him.

He whips around, already twisting his limbs out of both jacket and the shirt underneath, placing the two items on Chay's abdomen in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"Why are you pretending to sleep?"

"P'Kim." his soft call, and hand raised towards the older, moving until his hand grips around Kim's wrist, strength already weakening.

"I'm scared."

"Sh, don't talk." Tears streamed down both their cheeks. "We'll get through this…and you can yell at me for fucking up." he places more pressure on the site. "Just stay awake."

"I've always felt unlucky, until I realized that all my luck was to find you."

"Kim!"

Kinn's wrenching yell snapped his head up, the fear he can see in his brother's eyes is gazed behind him.

"Behind…you." Chay's whispered warning steeped in panic and fear for him makes him realize.

"I love you." Chay smiles up at him. "Do you love me?"

Kim realizes that it's too late as he hears the click behind him. With the softest smile, he stares into Chay's widened eyes, "I love you."

He wants to correspond with his own confession, but this has gone too far built on lies, so what's one more.

"I'm hungry." he responds, numb and unsure.

Chay leaves to make breakfast, and he watches from inside his mind, his body moving.

He's had this dream multiple times, where he's been faster at realizing the danger that comes for the boy, for both of them. The regret of walking away later, of not speaking up.

He sits for a little at the table, knowing the exact words he says, the banter, and when they hear the bell.

His eyes cast over the eggs wishing he could entertain the freedom with Chay, but knows that he'll write those words.

Is this his punishment? For him to vividly remember where he wished to change the sequence of events?

He feels the pen, but his hand doesn't move, then he hears Chay yelling for him. He's off in a shot, and the younger is far closer to the gate then what he can remember. He doesn't stop to question what is going on, he keeps going wrestling Chay out of his attacker's grip, the cloth had been over his nose and mouth for barely over a second, his other hand going for that offender's hand and twisting until he feels the snap.

Pulling the younger behind him and backing them farther into the yard, "Go back inside, Chay!" he orders him, moving a step forward, but a grip on his shirt stops him, he turns.

Chay stares at him in shock.

He turns his back on the attackers, grabbing Chay's bicep and pulling him back to the doors. "I promise to explain, but please go back inside." he pushed him forward a little harder than he means to.

Now being able to fully focus on the intruders with Chay being a safer distance away from them, he's able to fight as he's been taught.

When's he's able to turn the taser back on the owner a second taser hits his torso, but this time he knows it's coming, the advantage of somehow being back. Both men fall and his muscles jumble, his knees hitting the ground hard. Looking up to find the crew all knock out, his mind comes with the solution of getting them both to safety.

Finding his feet again, he rushes back inside. "Chay!" he yells, but the boy is nowhere to be see. "Chay!" he tries louder, enough of a strain that his voice pitches in desperation. "Porchay!"

"P'Kim."

The soft reply makes him turn into the kitchen, Chay sits on the floor against the cabinets, he kneels down next to him, hands hovering.

"I'm tired."

The distant gaze makes him shake his head, the memories from seeing the blood and pale skin on the dusty warehouse floor blur, his jaw clenches for just a moment. "It's the chloroform, you can sleep in the car." Kim gets an arm behind his shoulders while putting Chay's arm across his own, "Let's get you packed for a few days."

Chay follows his movements, finding the strength to stand, though his form leans into Kim. "Packed?"

"My place is safer. Let's get you up to your room so you can pack."

"Not…my room." Chay groans, attempting to hide his face away.

Kim mentally questions Chay's embarrassment before smirking, "I already know about your fan shrine."

"P'Kim." Chay whines out.

Kim is very much enjoying having Chay in his arms again, though he'd prefer him wrapped around him with his own strength.

[kawiifury]

HEY GUYS!

I've been thinking about this for a very long time and.... I would really like to invite someone to magma (Aggio.IO) to draw FAITH stuff together! I'm thinking sometime today or Saturday:D

If you want to, say so!

Ps a lot of people will not take, 4 max:(

(Time depends on time zone, because I have Moscow time)

[rhineposting]

any elynas/neuvillette believers out there

[poppy-in-the-woods]

I wish I was better for you,

I wish I was better in general.

I wish I hadn't say anything,

(Please, say something).

I am afraid of losing you,

And I am afraid of keeping you.

I might be self sabotaging,

I pray you see through me,

And don't fall for the ruse.

(Please, say something).

[chronic-pessimistic]

I don’t understand why I’m crying and my mouth seems to forget how to talk, my boyfriend asked me how I was and I said fine, then he was saying goodbye because he was gonna go to sleep and saw me crying in silence, he asked if it was something that he did or my father I just moved my head from left to right, then my father went to my room to give my pills(I can’t have them) and maybe was because of my red eyes or my face idk and asked if I was feeling bad again and I said no, then asked if I was sad and I said no and he just left my room

I really don’t know why I’m sad, maybe because I haven’t been able to do any artistic thing in maybe 2-3 months or maybe because today I felt embarrassed seeing people looking through the things that I write and pictures that I took or maybe it was because I felt like I’m someone who doesn’t do artistic things like other people or maybe because my father was outside at 11:30 pm and he didn’t left my pills even knowing that I can’t sleep without them or maybe because I feel so empty and sad and angry at the same time or maybe because I feel like my boyfriend prefers to go with his family when he was 3 weeks with them away and now that he is back they invited us to eat to restaurant and I said yes because I thought “well, I haven’t spent a single entire day with him and maybe if I go We can be together” but then I sold just an sticker and two bracelets(my sister told me to sell them) that she did, all of that in almost 6 hours saying hi to people, trying so hard to smile (I’M SO SHY) and the music was so loud (I can’t tolerate a lot noises)

The truth is that I’M SO TIRED physically because of my back pain(being up and sitting for 6 hours and then 2 more if we put the train to home)

And SO TIRED mentally and that part is… confused

[black-cat-showdown]

Black Cat Showdown Round 1

[Please Say Something content warning: themes of abuse, suicide]

[studiomkm]

Halfway through the 2nd book. Really hoping the writer’s block/burnout I’m struggling with the 3rd doesn’t last too much longer

[secretly-a-catamount]

So I was thinking about the Villains Series, specifically what each characters’ Disney villain song would be — is that a coherent sentence? — and, here’s what I came up with so far:

Eli — Hellfire (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Marcella — Be Prepared (The Lion King)

June and Jonathan (Talking about Marcella) — Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)

Serena — Mother Knows Best (Rapunzel)

[thegreatkarma]

taylor nation and t4f just announced two extra shows in brazil

although this is great, if nothing is done about scalpers, they will once again get their hands on the tickets before the fans

it’s unbelievable what happened today.

there’s already well over a THOUSAND tickets being resold, many times the original price

[vurrisntthere]

Aahjj if I'm so good at sewing I'll just fucking stitch my wristss with yourss hjabahhj isnt that romanticc

[francoproject]

You ever catch yourself trying to talk yourself to sleep?

It's like no matter how much you BS yourself; some scars are just way too deep to ever stop your mind from racing.

to find yourself still talking yourself to sleep.

[ruushes]

had some very specific things i wanted to work on this weekend and got possessed by the specter of undercut lae'zel instead 🤦

[kawiifury]

Know this… I really want to make an ask of my FAITH fan character . But I'm very unsure about it. Because as I understand it he's VERY specific…And probably no one will be particularly interested in his development\biography\character\more minor facts. But I don't know if people are interested in him and…. I want to know what you think about it:)

[bruciemilf]

Need a teen! Bruce au where he’s exactly like Justice League! Batman and Battinson in one. That mf put the fear of every god in Ra’s Al Ghul.

Everytime he’s in a room with someone over 30 “Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance plays in the background.

Despite that, in his own way, he’s as gentle as can be with his league. Give me a young Diana who’s getting spat on and ripped apart by the media in a way not one of her male teammates get.

And she’s Wonder Woman. She shouldn’t be affected by it. And she is, anyway. Bruce relates to that in an uncomfortable degree.

“When I first became Batman, weak men tried standing in my way, too. “

“And what did you do?”

“I stepped over them.”

He has a tiny Robin he occasionally has to keep on a leash.

Give me somewhat teen mom Bruce who struggles to wrangle his unruly six year old who likes flipping from rooftop to rooftop and thinks fighting Bane is a piece of cake.

“If Tati can do it, so can I!”

“Dick,” he paused, before handing him a handfull of candy. “Wonderful emotional manipulation. Good job.”

“:D”