Hannah Moone the Privateer

well landlubbers and skyfarers… pittyober….. just a week away!

[WRITTEN PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT]

INFO/RULES:

Each day has 2 prompts. The first prompts are more specific, while the secondary prompts are vaguer. You don’t have to do both of them! You can choose one, combine them, and even combine different days. Also, don’t worry about getting every day, skipping days is fine! This is a no pressure challenge that is simply for fun.

Artwork, writing, physical crafts and more is all welcome. Whatever you feel like making for a prompt is open game. Have fun and be creative!

This is not meant to overshadow or compete with Wiztober. I made Pittyober with the people who have less interest in Wizard101 in mind, including myself.

I’d love if you tagged your works with “pittyober” or “pittyober 2022″. I want to make sure I see everyone’s creations!!

Feel free to start making stuff before October begins. I will be doing this myself. Also, don’t feel that you have to post specific prompts on specific days. Posting stuff late or early is fine!

OC and canon are both welcome. AU and crossover are also welcome. Like I said, have fun and be creative!!!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

The Armada dragoons + haywire companion only have four fingers, like the Elite and other Armada bots do.

Yet the only Elite + Armada bot who has five fingers is Rooke.

Marissa still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. They’d been fighting some Armada soldiers, but that wasn’t the problem. No, no, the Armada soldiers were easy, and she and Hannah were far more experienced.

That was why it so shocking to feel a searing pain in her dominant shoulder as they finished off the clockworks. A scream of pain was torn from her throat as the blood bubbled forth, staining bright pink a dark red.

Shocked, struggling to keep her breathing under control, the Iron Dove looked up into the eyes of her attacker.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” she gasped. “It was an accident, I swear! You’ve heard of accidental stabbings before, right?!”

“…”

Marissa said nothing at first, slowly reaching for the dagger in her shoulder and carefully pulling it out. She discarded the bloodied dagger and slowly lowered herself to the ground, her free hand moving to the open wound. Her hand glowed faintly green as she concentrated her energy.

“I’ll also try to help you,” she sighed. “I’m really really sorry!”

Marissa’s hands trembled a little as she carefully began to clean the wound, peeling away part of her ruined shirt to do. She barely batted an eyelash at the bare skin that was revealed, or the ugly, bloody mess, used to seeing far worse.

Marissa still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. They’d been fighting some Armada soldiers, but that wasn’t the problem. No, no, the Armada soldiers were easy, and she and Hannah were far more experienced.

That was why it so shocking to feel a searing pain in her dominant shoulder as they finished off the clockworks. A scream of pain was torn from her throat as the blood bubbled forth, staining bright pink a dark red.

Shocked, struggling to keep her breathing under control, the Iron Dove looked up into the eyes of her attacker.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” she gasped. “It was an accident, I swear! You’ve heard of accidental stabbings before, right?!”

“…”

Marissa said nothing at first, slowly reaching for the dagger in her shoulder and carefully pulling it out. She discarded the bloodied dagger and slowly lowered herself to the ground, her free hand moving to the open wound. Her hand glowed faintly green as she concentrated her energy.

“I’ll also try to help you,” she sighed. “I’m really really sorry!”

Marissa still wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. They’d been fighting some Armada soldiers, but that wasn’t the problem. No, no, the Armada soldiers were easy, and she and Hannah were far more experienced.

That was why it so shocking to feel a searing pain in her dominant shoulder as they finished off the clockworks. A scream of pain was torn from her throat as the blood bubbled forth, staining bright pink a dark red.

Shocked, struggling to keep her breathing under control, the Iron Dove looked up into the eyes of her attacker.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” she gasped. “It was an accident, I swear! You’ve heard of accidental stabbings before, right?!”