RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS.

@melniibone : SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk. ( reverse )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he carries the man with an awkward sort of reverence in his eyes. elric leans heavily upon siegfried's shoulder. not that the weight affects him, not that he even feels it. it is the silence that hangs between them that unsettles him ( filled only with the albino's occasional grunts and siegfried's awkward accompanying hums ) . this man isn't what he'd call a friend. and yet, somehow, siegfried dearly hopes he is alright after his magic trick.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i've never seen anything like that before. ” he compliments a bit uncertainly. what else is he to say ? what is there to say ? the other has conjured up a tempest, out of the very air around them. siegfried is only familiar with alberich's magic. he knows the dwarf is powerful. but even he can not control the weather.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ but . . . personally, ” he starts anew when they've arrived where siegfried has steered them. slowly and carefully he pulls elric's arm from around his shoulders before maneuvering the man down upon a tree stump. it doesn't go as gently as siegfried would have hoped and elric lands on his behind with a dull thud.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to gloss over his mistake the dragonslayer lets out a forced chuckle. “ —i would have preferred a gentle rain. ” he finishes his sentence finally. for a moment he only stares down at elric's limp form where a head of platinum hair leans against his belly. siegfried holds him upright by his shoulders, but in order to escape the awkward position he opts to crouch before the exhausted melnibonéan.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀curtains of white hair hang in front of the warrior's eyes. and siegfried knows not what to do with one who is still barely there. perhaps he should be checking if his eyes are still in focus, check if his skin has gone as cold as that of a corpse. the thought puts a sinking feeling in his stomach. he should call to alberich for help. and if he can offer nothing else by himself, then he at least should offer comfort. or something . . . a piece of his mind, or soul, if that is what he must give to keep the other interested and awake.

A commission for @melniibone, featuring the player characters in a DND campaign. I had a lot of fun working on the animals that represent them as well!

it is, not altogether, an unfamiliar feeling.

far away in a different bed, at a different time - the same lucy lay and considered the consequences. but then, just as now - between one breath and another - her mind is made.

she moves with quiet but sudden determination, donning a robe of olive and ermine before collecting the candle, and flipping the corner of the rug in the middle of her room aside with a dexterous foot - exposing the trap door beneath. it would see her swiftly to the kitchens, and from there - places princesses nor queens should ultimately attempt.

when bare feet find the icy step drawn ever down, she adapts. she went into the wardrobe much the same her second visit {save for the gardener’s wellies}. she slips phantom flashed as a ghost past the guards watch, keeping to the wall and away from the crack of light which spills into the long hall leading to the cells.

once safely out of further sight, she slows; the tension of hidden flight now coiled serpentine against her shoulders and scalp…a sort of muting of space and sound save for the hushed and hollow screaming of her mind.

she shakes her woody dark head softly, the act dispelling the clutch that tried to silently grasp for sustenance and continued untenuous grip. she finds her breath even, and knows from that example alone - she is safe to enter.

she approaches the prisoner’s cell with cold sole and one question; the flickering of her held candle casting shadows and superstitions in an aberrant and otherworldly dance.

“have you been fed?”

positivity meme.

😊 : @maeikar is an easy choice for this one. always so down to write anything i possibly throw at them, or ship whatever i can conceive of. a great mutual who is a shining light in the asoiaf community !!

🌸, 🏆 : @strengthinus hits both of these points so hard. not only my real life partner, but if you're hunting for some incredible ocs with lots of different verses and storylines, their multi is the place to be !! give them more love.

💌 : @brokenmagxc because arthur's birthday was recently !! abi loves their son as much as i love mine. also, abi's just always down to listen to things that they know nothing about just so i have someone to rant about my hyperfixations to while oz is at work. <3

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 how primly stood, shoulders back, chin up, a degree more rigid than usual. Her memories were full of holes, blurred dreams of the past covered in lacy gauze. Everyone's secrets were starting to spill out. It was only a matter of time until her own came to light, but she spoke around the subject as best she could to hide it until there was no other option.

PROMPTS FOR THAT ONE BRAND OF DYNAMIC PT. 2 @melniibone said: “ when i said i’d kill for you, i meant it. ”

❝       i  can  see  that,       ❞  she  mutters  dryly,  grimacing  down  at  the  hopelessly  irreparable  damage  done  to  a  figure  she'd  hoped  to  interrogate,  nearly  cleaved  in  two.  his  eyes  are  still  open,  as  is  his  mouth,  split  yet  locked  in  a  cry  for  help.  or  agony. 

there's  a  disturbing  sight  for  all her  future  nightmares.

the  expanding  pool  of  his  blood  slowly  advances,  violently  bright  against  the  same sun-bleached  landscape  that  stretches  for  miles.  silence  reigns  &  alara  pinches  the  bridge  of  her  nose,  wrestling  with  what  to  say.

@melniibone  says  :  ❛  you  told  me  it  was  a  scratch  .  this  is  not  a  scratch  .  ❜

❛  IT  IS  a  scratch  .  ❜  HIS  VOICE  COMES  OUT  strained  ,  rendering  the  tone  of  his  words  perhaps  a  touch  more  DEFENSIVE  than  he’s  intending  .  he’s  not  ENTIRELY  WRONG  :  it  IS  technically  only  a  SCRATCH  .  a  DEEP  AND  ANGRY  one  ,  maybe  ,  but  leon  knows  (  or  tells  himself  ,  rather  )  it’s  ONLY  because  his  nature  predisposes  him  to  rather  PASSIONATE  amounts  of  blood  loss  .

he  turns  AWAY  from  the  other  man  quickly  ,  WRESTING  his  blood  soaked  shirt  away  from  his  torso  and  DISCARDING  the  tattered  remains  .  the  SLASH  across  his  chest  leaves  a  trail  of  WELTS  and  RED  SKIN  from  his  collar  bone  ,  trailing  off  to  the  side  just  beneath  his  ribs  . 

crouching  down  ,  leon  searches  through  HIS  THINGS  —  a  task  made  significantly  more  DIFFICULT  without  the  help  of  his  MAGICAL  CLAWS  (  he  has  NO  MANA  left  ,  now  .  he’ll  have  to  IMPROVISE  )  .  finally  ,  he  pulls  out  a  SMALL  FLASK  filled  with  an  ultra-clear  fluid  .  pinching  it  between  his  forearms  ,  he  YANKS  the  cork  off  with  his  teeth  ;  the  BURNING  SMELL  of  distilled  alcohol  filling  his  nostrils  .  SPITTING  IT  OUT  ,  he  glances  behind  his  shoulder  and  flashes  his  companion  a  LARGE  GRIN  intended  to  REASSURE  .

❛  just  needs  a  little  DISINFECTING  ~  see  ?  don’t  worry  your  PRETTY  HEAD  about  it  ,  YOUR  MAJESTY  .  ❜