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[sluggoonthestreet]

The simplest steps are often assisted by quiet impossibilities.

[dankmedia]

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[superchat]

May 2nd, 2020

[spiritsglade]

"Do all RainWings hate the rain this much?"

That earned Peril a scoff, one that meant Glory was amused, not annoyed. That was Peril's best guess, anyway, but she liked to imagine that she was getting good at interpreting all of the little huffs and eye rolls and flicks of the frill Glory liked to do. "I have no idea, but this is why we're never going to the rainforest."

"I thought it was because you were afraid I'd burn it down."

"Right, the rainforest burning down."

Peril giggled despite herself, the slight jolt to her momentum swinging her gaze towards the mountain range. Glory seemed to see the same thing, immediately darting towards the mouth of a cave in the cliffside.

She landed on the edge and immediately made her way in to get out of the onslaught. "Never thought I'd be this happy to be in a cave."

Peril settled down on the ledge a moment later. Now that she was no longer flying, she could hear the water sizzle away on her scales. "Is there enough room in there for two?"

Glory squinted into the darkness. "Yeah, I'd say so. There are some tunnels too..." she trailed off as she turned.

Peril blinked, waiting.

(She stood there in the rain, lit by her own scales, steam fanning up like dandelion puffs in the wind, when they drifted in through the skyhole and covered their scrolls in a delicate blanket of white. Beautiful. Was there any other word for it?)

Glory smiled, a soft and rare thing compared to how she usually liked to bare her fangs. "Come on in."

[holylustration]

The edits continue, so have a snippet...

Predator & Prey's penultimate chapter's edits are a little unwieldy, as my mind keeps racing to add new tidbits to it. Still, I think it is coming together quite nicely.

But in the meantime, because my inbox is getting some traffic about My Knight So Daring, just know I haven't forgotten! In fact... I have a little treat as a show of good faith (especially for those of you asking about more Infernus Master :devil:)!

“Need a hand there, miss?” 

She turned, a wary gray eye half-shaded by the veil of the fascinator pinned atop golden curls spotted the figure she’d missed when she’d first entered the stables. Tall, perhaps a little taller than her husband, and just as broad, was leaning against a post. She saw flickering ember of his lho stick in the reflection of his eyes, cast in the shadow of the barn. Slowly, the figure leaned forward, and she saw the coarse pattern of stubble on his jaw and the weathered brow set with deep lines. He didn’t look like a stablehand, more like some worker pulled off the machine line, for two fingers were replaced with augments and he had splotches of grease on his loose shirt.

“I can manage on my own,” Aurelia replied. Somewhere, there had to be a ladder and a post. How else were ladies and their voluminous skirts supposed to mount their faithful steeds? “But thank you.”

“I see.” Around the lho stick, the man’s lips curved into a smile. His eyes followed suit, warm in their regard.  “Not Guisornian, then?” 

“Is my accent that obvious?”

“Maybe a little.” The hay crunched under a soiled leather workboot as he moved. The metal toe caps caught the faint reflection of the sun filtering in through one of the skyholes. “More like you haven’t already ordered me about.” 

As he spoke, Aurelia thought she heard the slightest familiarity in accent - the rhotic touch to his words, not unlike her own. A curious thing; she filed it away, not daring in that moment to give in to the sudden homesickness. “I like my independence.”

He chuckled. “I can tell.” He plucked the lho stick from his lips and gazed towards the paddock gate, where a few horses were grazing out of troughs and stretching their legs. “Just shout if you need me.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye; it traveled along her from head to toe. “Shame for that dress to get covered in hay.” 

A faint heat crept up her cheeks. He likely hadn’t meant it in that way, the way in which men and women might roll in the hay. Many were the stories of scandal of trysts with stablehands. And Aurelia was beginning to see why, if they all had strong hands, dark hair, and smile lines. She nodded. “I will.”

Aurelia listened to the retreating sound of his footsteps and the creak of the gate before turning her attention back to the task at hand: determining which of these stabled horses belonged to the de Gauvain family.

[dotshaft]

My staple food is COCK and Semen Addiction on Skyholic-deactivated....

... the energies ...

[princedragonoverlord]

WoF DoD au idea!!!! (Warning it might be a bit disturbing or terrible, cannibalism mention kinda)

Imagine they never got out of the cave.

Now I'm not talking the 8 years they were meant to be hidden. I mean many years well into their adulthood.

In this au there's a few possible reasons why.

1. Kestrel and the other talons found a reason to keep the DoD hidden for much longer, practically forever and managed to never let them escape. Glory is either invisible the entire time the talons are there or they never bothered to kill her off.

2. (My preferred version) All their guardians died outside or perhaps in the cave and no escape exits existed. The only way the DoD survived is small rodents and animals getting into the cave (if you prefer an even worse more disturbing version perhaps they ate their guardians corpses) and as they become older someone or maybe a scavenger found them through the skyhole and decided to feed them through it but not let them out. It could've also been Scarlet keeping them in there after killing their guardians or feeding them as well, thinking she'd keep them hidden until she could use them but then never did.

Then imagine, they are now much older and even more sheltered. They know nothing happening in the war if it is even still going by that point. The false DoD probably were used as the "real" ones. And maybe they eventually die there. Or maybe someone finally does let them out. Think about it. Tell me your thoughts on this au and any other ideas you have about it!

[orreanintrepidness]

"Skyhole rocket update. It went in, and was in there for like, I wanna say two hours, and then the exact same sky hole spat it back out. All it recorded was a buncha really bright colors and then like, just this really creepy darkness for a bit. Not sure how I feel about that. If that's all that's on the other side, where is all the metal it keeps spewing out coming from? And these funny little bricks with eye shapes on them, they're kinda neat, move on their own every now and then but, completely harmless."

[skyholeofficial]

The very first room- their own room.

[sluggoonthestreet]

Philomena once again finds herself bedecked by begonias.

[theautomaticpencil]

Within Without - James Turrell

[jpreciado]

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[a-summer-flower]

@magicalled​ said:  [ wake ] for your muse to wake mine -erin

Falling asleep in Haven brought some comfort. Skyhold was a whole other experience. While she was finally able to rest her head properly in Haven, Skyhold felt much safer. Perhaps that was the benefit of having tall, thick walls for protection.

Cecelia was finally able to dream peacefully, to the point of wondering if some of those dreams were in the fade. Either way, it was all peaceful, gentle, quiet—

SLAM! The door swung open, the Inquisitor suddenly being by her side and shaking her awake. Her words were blurred as Cecelia tried to embrace consciousness, blinking to focus on Erin’s face. 

“I... uh— yes, I’m... I’m up...” she mumbled, trying to sit up and collect herself. “What... what’s going on?”

[una-patata-voladora]

[dotshaft]

When will skyholic return from twitter and fulfill their destiny (assimilating you)?

orbital laser currently being fired at your location

[skylover137]

Beautiful start.