#super short fantasy story

[dnschmidt]

A Giant Ant Attack

A messenger barged into Sir Eric's home. "Lord Grandby offers you sixty pounds sterling to kill the ant attacking the village!"

Sir Eric frowned. "I am a highly-skilled adventurer and monster hunter, but you would have me battle an ant? Let the palace exterminator kill it."

The messenger nodded. "He would, sire, but the ant is ten feet tall!"

"Then Grandby can send his soldiers after it."

"They fear the giant ant's venom, sire. And more than that... Every time they chop off its head, it grows two more!"

Sir Eric nodded. "I've heard of this," he said gravely. "It's a fire hydrant."

[encrucijada]

rereading all the words i've written for fantasybane and holy shit i'm the writer ever

[else-creates]

Black And Pink 9/9

Short story based on the following writing prompt: When you learned that you were teaming up with a magical girl, you expected a tiny preteen in a dress with sparkles. Not a 6’4 behemoth wearing bright pink body armor wielding a machine gun.

[neopronouns-in-action]

Neopronouns in Action #097: Carpenter Bee Aether

Neopronouns: mu/oz/ozself, which will follow the same rules as it/its/itself for this example.

Replace it with card Replace its with cards Replace itself with cardself

Example paragraph:

"It is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as it gets a fence set up around its yard so the puppy can go outside without it having to walk it. Its uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting it use, since it lost its. It's going to buy toys and train the puppy itself."

Becomes:

"Mu is going to adopt a new puppy soon, as soon as mu gets a fence set up around oz yard so the puppy can go outside without mu having to walk it. Oz uncle is going to help set up the fence, since he has a set of power tools he's letting mu use, since mu lost oz. Mu's going to buy toys and train the puppy ozself."

Also includes xa/vo/co/(noh)/xavoconoh, which are explained within the story.

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It was without thought that Ember had seen the bumblebee floating downstream in the creek, unable to get back into the air, and, of course, immediately ripped up a piece of the long grass lining the creek's edge, splashed in, and held the long, hairy leaf so that the bee could grab on, then gently carried it back up the hill to the nearby purple and white asters.

The large bee was soaking wet, its fur disheveled, and had the most strikingly green eyes mu had ever seen on one, with a large white spot on the face between them, bright against the otherwise black surface.

Moving slowly so the bee wouldn't be knocked off the blade of grass, Ember held it up so that the crown of one of the larger asters was in front of the bee, so that it could get nectar if it was hungry.

To oz delight, the bee immediately latched onto the flower with its front legs and stuck its face into the center.

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Sometimes the bees mu rescued were too exhausted to react to flowers, so this probably meant it would be okay. Mu let out a small breath of relief, and experimentally lowered the blade of grass a little, to see if the flower head were strong enough to hold up the relatively large bee's weight without assistance.

But the flower stalk started to dip, so mu kept the grass where it was, willing to give the bee a minute or two to drink with assistance before mu would have to set the grass down and let the bee get back to its own business. Usually, mu would pick a few flower heads off and set them down somewhere with the bee, but this one seemed so energetic, it seemed worth it to wait.

The bee was already starting to twitch its wings, vibrating them against its back without flying away.

Just to be safe, Ember leaned slightly further away from where mu had gotten oz face closer than the bee probably wanted. Mu thought mu could remember reading somewhere that bees would posture with their wings or something if they felt threatened, but maybe mu was thinking of something different. Mu had yet to be stung in all oz years of doing this, but, still, it was better not to scare them when possible. Not that the bee would most likely be able to chase after mu to sting mu right now, but that was beside the point. Mu didn't want to frighten the little animal if mu could help it.

After carefully positioning the leaf to be held further from oz hand and scooting back a bit to give the bee more space, mu carefully lowered ozself into a more comfortable kneeling position. Mu knew it would mean more dirt stains to wash out of oz long red skirt later, but mu was fine with that. Mu wouldn't have worn this skirt today if mu weren't okay with it getting dirty. One didn't bring fancy clothes to the creek if one wanted them to stay fancy.

Ember had gotten used to the quiet of the creek, so when a voice suddenly spoke, sounding like it was coming from directly in front of mu, saying, "You are very kind.", Mu jolted so hard in shock mu almost fell over backwards, and the blade of grass, with the bee still halfway on it, went flying through the air, as much of a blade of grass could possibly go flying. 

So this meant that it fell to the ground in a medium-speed spiral, fluttering off in a diagonal. The bee, fortunately, managed to stay hanging onto the flower, which dipped under its weight, but didn't snap in half like mu had half feared it would.

When Ember twisted to look in all directions, no one was there. Mu seemed to be just as alone in the park as mu had been before. Then who had spoken?

As if in answer, the voice came again, less startling this time because mu was already half-expecting it. 

"Oh, I'm sorry to scare you, I didn't mean it." The voice was coming from in front of mu again, but this time mu realized that, truly, the only thing in that direction... was the bee.

It was still clinging to the aster, facing up towards mu, those green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. 

"Hello" the voice said again, as mu stared down at the bumblebee in slowly dawning realization. And this time mu could see the bees mouth moving in time with the words, even though mu was pretty certain that carpenter bees did not have the right kinds of mouth parts to pronounce those syllables at all. "My name is Thentin, what is yours?"

Oh.

Oh crap.

Oh wow.

Oh crap.

"Uh—um," Mu stammered, almost too shocked to speak, "My name is Ember."

Mu had dreamed of this moment for years, but never thought it would really happen. Not like this, and most certainly not when mu was only ten years old.

Neither of oz parents had found their aethers yet, and most of oz teachers hadn't found their aethers yet. Most young celebrities hadn't found their aethers yet, and even the president hadn't found his aether yet, and he was really old, like, 50 something!

And yet the bumblebee — Thentin — said, in perfect English, "Hello, Ember." and it was beyond all doubt that it was Ember's aether.

Only aethers looked like normal animals but could talk, no matter what kind of animal form they were in. Even though this one was tiny, the size of a bee, its voice was clear as day, though a little bit of a monotone, almost robotic. But maybe that was because this was the first time it had ever spoken?

Either way, the fact was undeniable. This was Ember's aether. This big, fluffy, bedragled carpenter bee with sparkly green eyes, still staring up at mu from the bent over aster. Thentin. Its name was Thentin. It — no, wait —

Ember reached out to straighten the flower so Thentin wouldn't have to hold on so tightly. "Um, hello, Thentin." Mu said, trying to sound normal and friendly instead of shocked beyond belief, "Do you know what pronouns you want to use? What should I think of you as?" Without thinking, mu said, "Mine are mu/oz/ozself. You use them the same way you use it/its/itself."

Then, as oz brain caught back up to the reality of the situation, and the ways this could end horribly, mu hastened to add, "But, um, I keep them secret, so, please don't tell anyone else, alright? Please call me he/him if we're around other people."

Oz heart was racing in oz chest now, as elation warred with worry and confusion and too many other things mu didn't even know what to call. Would mu have to explain the whole concept of pronouns to Thentin? Would they understand the concept of keeping them a secret?

Thentin was silent for a few moments, long enough for oz anxiety to spike further.

Then the bumblebee aether spoke. "I don't know what my pronouns are yet, but I'll keep yours secret for you. You can just call me...whatever works best, for now, if you have to keep your own secret."

What would 'work best' for now would be she/her pronouns, since most people assumed that an aether was always 'the opposite' gender of the person they'd bonded to. It wasn't unheard of for aethers to be 'the same', but that was rare enough, and controversial enough, that Ember didn't think it would be worth the risk. Especially not if Thentin hadn't even decided what pronouns...she actually wanted to use yet.

"Most people will assume you use she/her pronouns, so I'll call you that until you decide otherwise, if that's okay?" Ember wasn't sure if mu was asking a question or making a statement.

But Thentin didn't seem to mind. "That is okay with me." She said, and then came the magic words that Ember had known were coming. "Do you accept me as your aether?"

Even though Ember had known Thentin was going to ask, it still felt like the entire world slowed to a standstill as mu heard the words, and oz thoughts began whirling faster than time itself.

This was always the climax of movies, and books, and comics. Once someone found their aether, they had the option to either accept, or reject it. Always those fated words, in different voices, from different mouths, in different times and places, but always the same. Do you accept me as your aether?

If someone rejected it, that aether would leave, and, sometimes, if the person was lucky, their aether would reappear later, in a different form, in some other place.

But just like the first apparition, there was no telling what circumstances would let them meet again. It could be anything from as simple as going hiking at the right time and place, to fishing a bee out of a creek, to getting lost at sea.

There was no controlling or predicting what form your aether would take, and no guarentee that you would ever see them again if you rejected them the first time. There were legends of people who sent an already bonded aether, or a person, to follow one that had been rejected, leading to various fantastical results, usually in the form of magical journeys.

It had been tried in the real world too, proving that you could re-accept an aether as long as you came bearing gifts of apology, but only if they were still in the same form you'd rejected before. Once they died in their current body, they would be reborn again as a different animal, anywhere on the planet, with no way to track them down again.

Aethers, once bonded, couldn't be injured or killed, so mu wouldn't have to worry about Thentin being crushed by accident in a form so small. Only after Ember died, and was beyond any hope of resuscitation, would Thentin vanish back into the ether she had manifested from in the first place.

The only real question mu needed to ask ozself was — was mu okay with having an aether in the form of a bumblebee?

And the answer was easy. Of course mu was.

This was possibly a once in a lifetime opportunity. There was no way mu was going to give it up just because Thentin hadn't appeared as a bigger or more dramatic form. Mu had once dreampt of an aether that would take the form of a saber toothed tiger, or a polar bear. But now that Thentin was here, mu wouldn't give Thentin up for anything.

Ember said the words mu had been dreaming of saying since mu could remember. "I accept you as my aether."

And mu didn't need to be told to gently reach oz hand out towards Thentin as Thentin began to crawl toward mu.

Ember's outstretched fingers met the light touch of Thentin's front feet, and a spark of life itself jumped between them.

For a few dizzying moments, Ember felt the whole world spin and rearrange itself.

Mu could see ozself, looking back at ozself, through Thentin's eyes, seeing colors mu didn't have words for. And Ember knew that Thentin was seeing the same thing but in reverse — seeing her own bee form through Ember's eyes.

Their thoughts swirled together, curiosity and excitement and wonder and every other emotion under the sun. Memories were shared between them with ease, fast forwarding through their lives up until this moment in a whirlwind of impressions and images.

Thentin had lived more lives than mu had. This carpenter bee body was two years old, but before this, she had been a robber fly, a shovelhead shark, a little brown mudbug, a domestic cat. But the memories of those lives faded the longer and longer it had been since Thentin had lived them, so all that was left were hazy feelings.

But this carpenter bee body was only two years old, and these memories were sharp and fresh. They both saw and felt Thentin's vague dreams from within the tiny carpenter bee egg, then the time as a larva in the wood-bored tunnel, with nothing to worry about except eating the delicious store of pollen her mother had packed in. The slow, sleepy process of pupating, then finally emerging from the tunnels in the spring as an adult, and flying for the first time. Going out in search of flowers in that first spring, and overwintering in that same old pine for the last two years.

Then it was Ember's earliest memory, of running out into the snow before anyone could stop mu in only oz pajama onsies, without any of the proper warm or waterproof clothes, because the prospect of jumping into the snow had just been too exciting, and little baby mu hadn't yet grasped the concept that cold snow = cold Ember.

Then they watched oz last day of kindergarten, when all of the students were given teddy bears of their favorite color. Then the first day of middle school, and oz pride in being the only one who knew the way around because of all the times mu had visited to watch oz older sister compete on the debate team.

They shared memories, and thoughts, and feelings. Every one they had, and even ones they didn't even know they remembered. They shared every moment of embarassment, wonder, joy, and fear.

 When the experience was over, Thentin looked up at Ember, and though the bee face couldn't smile, in a purely mental fashion she smiled nonetheless, sending a wave of happiness across the telepathic bond they now shared. The happiness came imbued with the suggary taste of honeysuckle nectar, so Ember could feel it distinct from oz own, which mu pushed back across the bond to share with Thentin.

For a moment they just examined the sensation of the other's happiness and compared it to their own. Ember's tasted like Boston cream pie, the first dessert mu had any real memories of, and always on special occasions. They spent a few more minutes sitting there in the grass, excitedly trading emotions back and forth to see what memories they came entwined with.

For Ember, fear came with the sensation of sitting in the living room in the dark, watching a scary movie that mu was definitely too young to be watching. For Thentin, it was hearing the feeling of flying for her life with a robber fly hot on her tail, knowing  that if it caught her, her life as a carpenter bee would end.

Curiosity, they found with a spark of surprise and happiness, was now reflective of their current positions; Ember kneeling in the grass, hearing the trickle of the creak, the wind through the trees, looking down at Thentin as she perched in oz warm hand, looked back up at mu in colors unknown to human eyes, the taste of the aster's nectar still so fresh and strong on her tongue that Ember could taste it as though mu had eaten it ozself.

They spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the creek together, with Ember holding Thentin until she'd rested and dried enough to fly on her own again.

They went through every pronoun set Ember could remember, and made up a few new ones, testing each one out to see if Thentin liked any of them for her secret pronouns.

Finally, they found a set that xa liked, one Ember had made up by just picking different sounds that were fun to say.

The set was xa/vo/co/(no)/xavocono, with the X in xa pronounced like a Z, and used the way you would use they/them/their/(theirs)/themself pronouns.

They practiced sentences together as they played around the creek, making up stories on the spot.

Once there was a kitten born with wings, and xa (they) had color changing fur and feathers that let vo (them) turn almost invisible, except for co (their) eyes, which were always bright red, and sparkly, like rubies. Xa went on adventures with the opossum who lived under the porch of co family's house and opened the windows to let xa out, and xa was always trying to keep away from the animal control van, trying not to let the city find out which house was no.

As they got to this part of their imagined story, it was Thentin who realized that having one of the pronouns just be N O, like the word no, might be confusing if it was written down. So they decided to add an H to the end, making it noh instead, but keeping the pronunciation the same.

So, their original winged cat character, whose name they still hadn't decided on, had to try to keep animal control from figuring out which house was noh.

So, xa/vo/co/(noh)/xavoconoh.

Thentin interjeted that the character's name should be Shimmer, for the way co feathers and fur could shimmer from color to color, and Ember agreed, after thinking about it for a few moments and imagining the sight of a winged cat, shimmering in and out of existance, except for the bright red eyes, which only disappeared when they were closed.

"And maybe xa can make co fur shimmer like a rainbow too?" Ember suggested, and Thentin readily agreed.

It took them a while to figure out a sentence that would let them test the last word in the pronoun set, equivalent to themself. Finally they settled on the idea that Shimmer was afraid of the abandoned buildings that the opossum, whose name and pronouns neither Ember nor Thentin could think of anything for, liked to explore, so xa never went in any of them by xavoconoh; the opossum always had to be there to encourage vo, or xa would never even dream of going in.

The sun was starting on its downward angle by the time Ember and Thentin decided it would be a good time to head back home. Ember was hungry, and was starting to need to use the bathroom.

Mu had no idea how mu was going to tell oz parents about Thentin, besides maybe charging through the front door and yelling, "I found my aether!" at the top of oz lungs. They were going to be so surprised, and probably jealous. They'd want to ask questions, and maybe throw a party? Ember hoped there would be a party, with presents. And Boston cream pie. Maybe mu would get to be on the news and be on TV!

They went home together, Ember walking, Thentin flying next to and above oz.

Unfortunately, they didn't pass anyone on the way back, so there were no strangers they could show off to, despite Ember's fantasies of getting a crowd of admirers to follow them home, cheering and carrying mu on their shoulders.

But both cars were parked in the driveway when they got there, which meant everyone was home, unless their sister had gone over to a friend's.

It was sad that they wouldn't be able to share Thentin's neopronouns with everyone, and would have to just pretend xa was a girl, just like it was sad that Ember still had to hide oz pronouns from everyone. But they were together now, and would always be there to support one another from now on, until their next lives began. They would know each other's real identity, and for now, that would be good enough. 

Someday they would be able to tell everyone who they really were, but until then, they had eachother, and the rest of Ember's friends, which mu couldn't wait to introduce Thentin to.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[hyperjuice4]

Athena Drakor cannot die. Technically. The 42nd millenium is as embroiled in war as ever, and few in the shadow cast by the Great Rift are as embroiled in it as the chapter master of the Dracoliches. She occupies the front lines of the eternal war that embroils their homeworld of Hades, constantly dying, being reborn, and returning to the thickest part of the unending battle. Her skin has become thick, and scaly. Her throat belches flame at her enemies. Her mind commands the forces of chaos to her will. Her soul is tainted, fighting for control with a demon of war that she has willingly taken upon herself for the sake of more power. The first of the honor guard marched into battle to assist in suppressing her demon. They were blanks, and there were 4 of them. suppressing the warp abilities around them, they assisted in fending off demons, and though their presence weakened their chapter master, they assisted in controlling the unruly demon that had taken up residence in her soul. The second of the honor guard stood strong. Watching their chapter master fall, they knew that only they could hold the line until she inevitably returned. They would hold off the horde until she revived, for that was their duty and their promise to the remaining population of their world. Then, streaking across the sky, propelled by psychic power, the red comet returned, crashing into the enemy line and bringing more soldiers with her. The third of the honor guard relieved the second. They would be sent back to rest, heal, and reload to continue their eternal fight as the third relieved them. The honor guard stood unbreaking. To hold the line, to assist and support their chapter master, and to do everything in their power to ensure that no single enemy breaks their defense and makes it into the final city on the surface of Hades that they still protect.

The tech-marines did not occupy the front line, though many of them thirsted for it. So few of their chapter remained, and they would not receive any reinforcements. Everyone must play their role in their eternal fight, and the tech-marines would ensure that their arms and weapons remained well-stocked. They would also continue to perform their most important duty. Their chapter master emerged from her chambers, freshly reformed after dying on the front lines, and laid down for whatever new mutations would be tested on her. The tech-marines took the scalpel, and the syringe, and began their work. Cutting, injecting, sawing, and changing what Athena was, into what she is now. She stood, donned her armor, and left their labs, returning to her place on the front lines. The marines stormed into battle with their desperate tactics, as their situation was desperate indeed. They would fight and retreat, striking and hiding, aiming to preserve every possible member of their chapter. They belched flame, tore through the warp, and clawed through their archenemy, using the mutations their chapter master had tested to slay every opponent that threatened their charge. Not one life would be lost among the citizens, and barely a few could be afforded to be lost among their order. Perhaps their only good luck was that the enemy knew their resistance couldn't last forever. They were in no rush to send all their most powerful forces. It was an unending tide of warp-demons, the forces of Khorne flowing like blood and feasting on the eternal war fought by the ever-decreasing forces of the Dracoliches.

The citizens shuddered. The sounds of battle echoed eternally at the walls of their city. They were barely self-sufficient, lucky enough that the Dracoliches fortress monastery was on an agricultural world rather than a hive world that would have run dry of resources in days. Every day they saw marines brought into the walls to be healed, as new ones marched out to take their place. Their fear was pervasive, infecting every aspect of their daily lives. But there was hope, and there was faith. They knew that their lives were dire, but they knew that not one demon had crossed the line into their city. They knew that every day more and more marines were brought behind the walls for treatment, but they also knew that every day those marines fought to protect them. Every time that red comet streaked across the sky they knew Athena Drakor was returning to the front lines of battle, to protect what little they still had. None of them fought, they had no imperial guard, but they all helped in their own way. Many learned from the tech-marines, producing weapons and ammunition for the fight. Many farmed, producing food and resources to feed the soldiers. Many mined, day after day carving out any of the necessary metals and minerals they could find in the crust of their planet to fuel the war for their home. They did not know if they would come out the other side alive, but they had hope. Hope that they would keep seeing the red comet, hope that their heroes will keep living on and fighting, hope that one day the sky will break for the forces of the Imperium, and their heroes could finally rest. Athena knew this would be her last battle. She had taken on too much heresy in the name of her duty. She now was the mutant, the witch, and to a degree, the alien that lived within her. She knew this, and she accepted it. She would be locked away somewhere deep, deep, in some hidden vault. She knew they could not kill her, but she knew they would try. She had long accepted this, and was ready for her long, dark, fate.

[mikurulucky]

How many layers of self insert oc are YOU on?

[baalzebufo]

got the band together! just about finished construction on nurgles humors. i may do a second pass to add some bonus nurglings or little details when the glue is all dry and I have some time but for now, I'm happy with everyones stances and general looks. only had to do additional putty surgery on one of my blightkings, since the belly I wanted didnt fit the legs/torso I still had- everyone else I could fit together just by chopping and sanding bits down so they fit.

the blightkings are as follows: spleen mulch, melancholic, carrying the dolorous tocsin and covered in bells. prius skurvax, phlegmatic, the icon bearer with the big insect arm. haxan globin, sanguine, the grinning guy with the nurgling bursting outta him. and icterus kanker, choleric, at the front with his two axes and big stomach mouth.

then of course we have have our leader, eucrasia hippocrux, along with their resident sorcerer tucked away back there, dyscrasia the humorless.

its really fun to build a warband with a stronger vision in place then my usual 'just wing it' style of mini builds! im also gonna try to reflect their character in the paint jobs, eventually. gonna build some test plaguebearers for painting practice before I commit to finishing the squad :)

[dnschmidt]

The Lake Monster

Sir Eric asked Beatrix the witch to join him on an adventure. "I need to kill a sea monster," he said, "but it won't come to the surface."

"The problem is knights don't look tasty," she cackled. "How is he supposed to eat a tin can?"

He frowned. "I'm not going into battle without armor."

"You don't have to. You just need good bait!" She cast a spell, filling his longship with a thick, brown liquid. "It's a gravy boat!"

"Looks like I'm losing my deposit on the boat rental..."

[alchemists-eve]

“Have you ever taken someone’s photo before?”

“I’m good at a lot of things, but that ain’t one of them.”

“You can’t be serious. Never?”

“Never. How’s this?.” Sexcus flexes his arms; face scrunched and body tense.

“No, don’t pose. Well, okay maybe a little. But that’s not how it works.”

“How does it work?”

“I want to capture the moment between moments. Try moving between a few poses, and I’ll see what I can get.”

The windows rattled as a strong gust of wind blew against the building. The day was colder than you expected.

“What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

"Taking people’s pictures?”

“It’s complicated. When we look at ourselves, we see a lot more than what’s there. The way we look at ourselves is bogged down by the baggage of who we are and what we do and who we aren’t, all coalescing into a single moment. And when we try to capture that moment, all we see is all we aren’t.”

“Because so much of ourselves is in our head?”

“Exactly. I know I don’t like having my photo taken because it reminds me of all the ways I’m not who I want to be.”

“Oh so the hypocrite thing goes beyond just your name?”

“It’s hardly hypocritical. I enjoy taking photos, not having my photo taken. You enjoy saving people. Do you enjoy being saved?”

“Who doesn’t like being saved?”

“Hmm.”

The camera’s shutter continued to snap as Bug Man continued to pose.

“So who do you want to be?”

“I don’t know. Something else, perhaps. What do you want to be?”

“It’s hard to be much more than this. What else is there to want?”

“Good question. What else is there to want? You’re the superhero.”

He chuckled. That was a nice photo. “I miss the things I had to give up.”

“What made you give them up?”

“It was a necessary step in becoming someone who enjoys having their photo taken.”

You couldn’t help but snicker at this. “Then what did you give up?”

“Oh, you’re about to meet one thing I gave up."

"How did you two meet?"

"I think that's a story he's gunning to tell."

And it’s gonna be rough tracking him down. You sure you're up for it?"

"What's the worst that could happen?"

He laughed, clearly ignoring the answer to that question. “Three places come to mind. He has an office at Palkatra University. Its just down the road from The Library. He still teaches there, so it’s not a bad idea to have a look, but he could be lying low. You’re probably well aware of The Meteor that landed just outside of town. Last time I saw him he was pretty fixated on that. Could be near the crash site. Beyond that, he’s a bit of a wild card. I reckon we could catch him Fighting by some bars. Your call where we start.

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[whereserpentswalk]

There's an ancient super soldier. She looks like a human to most, with a slender but muscular build, and tattoos covering her dark brown skin. But there's something uncanny about her, something that makes her seem off even when she tries to dress in modern clothes. It's like she's trying to be human but isn't. There's a reason why she can't even hold down a job as a cover for what she is, even the way she acts is uncanny.

Most of her freinds wonder about her. She probably lived to see humanity at its peak, during the reign of Atlantis and the Fomorians, when earth's technology was at its peak. Some people wonder of she's an android, or some sort of clone, she's not, even if she hasn't eaten or slept in thousands of years. Even her freinds don't fully know what she is. She's the type of person who most people only talk about in the past tense, whose life would have been convenient for society if she had died during the flood. Even the cryptids and the ufos don't understand her now.

She gaurds something. Perhaps a tomb. A lot of people assume it's something powerful, but when archeologists did scans they picked up that whatever might have been important there was rotted away. It's historically important but that's it, and she'll let no one in.

There's the memory of someone or something in there. Someone who was close to her probably, who she thought she would gaurd forever, so now she does. She'd weep for whatever lost memory it is, whatever memory stands of someone who will be erased from history when she dies. Whoever it was is someone who she would stand for in the cold for a thousand years, someone who she'll never hold again, never see smile again, yet still her loyalty does not waver.

[libraryleopard]

Adult short fiction collection

Follows trans women from rural Canada to Brooklyn as they navigate loss, love, sex, transition, and family

Complex, multifaceted trans characters

Favorite stories: "Bleak," "10 Hot Tips for Shopping Success," and "Winning"

[tale-told]

Superior

The effects of time, are, at times, incredible. The last time we had met was in an exploding volcano—a rather unstable situation for a lair or anything else—and we were trading punches as the Lord Blackridge cackled maniacally about the end of the world. It wasn’t the end of the world then, though it was close to it. The whole superhero/villain dichotomy was on the way out; I just couldn’t see…

[alipmortuza]

This is Orion Voss .He is the main character of my story.check out my story at wattpad and enjoy

[rikkiwildfire]

Hurt yourself in your confusion for FREE on Patreon and Tumblr!

[dnschmidt]

The Crows

Sir Eric found Beatrix standing in the clearing behind her hut. Black birds were swooping down and dropping coins, rings, and other gifts at her feet.

"What is this?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I need money for a new cauldron!" the witch said. "So I started a crow funding campaign!"