#prompt14

Prompt: Starting a new job/meeting a coworker @jilytoberfest

“Welcome to Puddlemere, son.” 

“Thank you, sir.” James shook the man’s hand, trying hard not to wince at his booming voice or the blinding lights of the locker room. He and Sirius had gone out to celebrate his return to England, after two years playing abroad, and he was suffering the consequences of it today. 

“Let’s introduce you to the team, and I’ll show you around.” 

James nodded in agreement, wishing he’d remembered to pick up a hangover potion from the apothecary on his way over. Johnson, the team’s head coach, started his tour in the locker rooms– and showed James which locker was his. He was then shown the training grounds, the corporate offices, and the conditioning gym. 

“And our final stop of our tour,” said Johnson, “is the team training room. This is where you’ll work with trainers, healers, and physical therapists to stay in top condition for the season. We actually have a new staff member– well, she’s been here for almost two years now, so not really new new– who has helped our team tremendously.” 

“How so?” James asked, curious despite the pounding headache he was nursing. 

“Brilliant witch. Took muggle technology and recorded our players, and was able to analyze how to make them better players!” James tensed. Johnson’s description fit a very specific witch he knew, but would like to avoid at all costs. “Who is–” 

“Ah! Here she is now!” Johnson cut him off as they entered the training room, “Puddlemere’s secret weapon: Lily Evans!” 

James stopped dead in his tracks, the growing pit dread in his stomach suddenly eclipsed by the pounding of his heart in his chest. 

Evans turned to face them at the sound of her name. She seemed surprised to see them there, but she clearly knew he’d be stopping by at some point.  

“We were lucky enough to get Evans almost two years ago….” Johnson continued to speak, introducing the two new colleagues, but James had tuned him out. 

He couldn’t do anything but stare– taking in all that was the same and all that had changed since he’d last seen her, Merlin, two years ago. She had the same dark red hair, and the most piercing green eyes he’d ever seen. She no longer was the wisp of a girl she’d been, but now had the body of a woman –James noted appreciatively. She stood straighter, her shoulders back– more confident. But other than that, she was the same Lily Evans he’d always known. The one he’d loved most of his life. 

And suddenly he was back in sixth year. Enamored with a girl, now a woman, he’d never get to have. No– that wasn’t true. In school he had eventually won her over. He’d known what it felt like to be loved by Lily Evans. And then he’d gone and mucked it all up. He didn’t know if it was the distance or the time spent apart, but Lily Evans was even more than he’d remembered. But this was his penance. To be around her constantly, but unable to have Lily Evans ever again. 

“... was studying to be a healer before all that unpleasantness at the Ministry…” Johnson finally concluded his introductions. 

“Evans,” he said, praying his voice wouldn’t break. 

“Potter,” she returned, leveling a cool gaze his way, “It’s been a while.” 

Art Prompt:

Writing Prompt:

Finn and Rose are less than subtle when they find out that Poe and Rey are dating......

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Cute dragon under cut

Is something burning?

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Kiera was the holder of an icey wolf spirit. She used ice when she fought. She didn’t really get cold anymore. Which means, it goes without saying she hated heat. 

Kiera hissed out a sobbing breath as the Darke Market brander approached her next. She had just watched Rin and Anisha get branded. Rin was still shuddering on the table he was tied to. Anisha had barely made a noise. Her scales probably took the brunt of the damage. But, if Rin, the fire wolf spirit holder, was shuddering….

Kiera turned her head away as the woman with the brand stopped beside her. At least the woman had the decency to use a fresh piece of metal on each of them. 

The woman placed her hand on Kiera’s forehead to make sure she wouldn’t bang her head on the table. The hand was professional. It had to be. Everyone who was sold on the Darke market was branded. For many adventurers, this was the sign that you were climbing the ranks of your trade. It meant you were enough of an interesting hero to get caught and sold. This was almost the true initiation of an adventurer.

But Kiera would give anything to be out of this situation. She could feel the heat approaching her skin. The hair on her neck and arms stood out as she gritted her teeth, eye closed and braced for the pain. She didn’t feel it right away. Then, she felt the pressure of the metal against the bottom of her left ribcage and could sense the steam rising off her skin as her stifled ice powers tried to combat the heat. Then it pierced her to her soul. She shrieked, tears immediately spilling down her face. She wanted to writhe, but she knew that would only make the pain spread if the metal slipped. She dragged in a ragged breath and howled. 

The metal was removed and Kiera wished she was physically able to throw up. The smell of burned flesh was terrible. She could smell it from Rin and Anisha, but this was worse. It was her own flesh she was smelling. 

Laurance hissed and grunted as he was branded in turn. He had the highest pain threshold of the group, so he didn’t do much more than that when the brand was pressed into his ribcage. Kiera was still trying to get a hold on herself when the guards undid her restraints and half carried her across the hall. Shackles attached to the walls were done up on her wrists and ankles before they left.

“Dang, boi,” Anisha growled from across the room. “That was not okay.”

Kiera shuddered, hands hovering over the wound. It was still HOT. She hated it. She never wanted to be hot again. 

“Kara.”

Kiera opened her eyes in time to catch the scale Anisha had thrown to her. Kiera immediately pressed the underside of the scale, the side that had a slight fuzz to it, against the brand. She still hadn’t even looked to see the shape the mark had left. She knew what it looked like. She had seen it in the skins of other, older adventurers. 

She glanced around, everyone had one of Anisha’s scales pressed to their brand. It was a bit of a relief. Anisha’s scales had properties of healing. It could lessen the effects of poisons and drugs, prevent infections, and most importantly, act as a slight numbing agent. 

Rin watched her from where he was shackled, a worried look in his slightly dulled red eyes. She nodded slightly to him. 

“Well,” Laurance said caustically. “I suppose we’re ‘real’ adventurers, now. Maybe Thorton will shut up and start treating us like actual heroes.”

“I doubt it,” Anisha said, laying down as best she could and folding her hands over her twisted and melted Scaleon scales on her ribs. “People don’t just shut up after one excuse is taken away.”

“I wish he would,” Rin sighed, scraping his long maroon hair out of his eyes. “I’m getting really tired of him.”

“He’ll wash out of the program, soon enough,” Laurance shrugged. “I’ve seen him training and he’s not going to make it.”

“Kara, are you sure you’re okay?” Anisha asked, eyes on her especially pale friend.

Kiera took a slow breath, focusing on the pressure of the cuffs on her ankles. “It’s hot.”

Anisha nodded sympathetically. “When we get home, I’ll let you hoard all of the ice packs.”

“If we get home. This is the Darke Market,” Kiera said bitterly.

“And we’re The Adventurers,” Rin replied. “These Darke Suckers never stood a chance.”

That made Kiera smile faintly.

He’d always been set apart. Whether it was because of his name, his race, his family or his height even, Zachariah had never really felt like he was a part of the Gridanian community. For one, he was a Keeper and even though Gridania had the pretense of ‘everyone was welcome’ that welcome didn’t include Keepers or Duskwights. It didn’t help that his family was both. Well, he wasn’t but… 

Zack grimaced, leaning against his lance as he watched the fighters spar and thought about his complicated family.

His mother met his father when she was already pregnant with Zack, a strange but apparently not too rare bond between a Keeper of the Moon and a Duskwight. When he was born, his mom figured that they were not going to be a traditional family and so said ‘screw it’ the traditional naming system for Miqo’te him and his siblings, giving them all more traditional hyur and elezen names. There were times though that Zack really wished that parents would think about how hard it would be for their kids before they made decisions like that.  

It wasn’t easy growing up or going to school in Gridania, and he knew for his younger siblings that it was even worse! The number of times that he had to defend his little sisters and got in trouble for it was insane. Still, they made it through. Even though they were not welcome to be part of the larger society, they still had their small tight knit family to support them.  

“Zack! You’re up!” his trainer called for him to come be the next fight. He stood and spun the lance in his hand with practiced ease as he grinned and moved towards his opponent. The elezen leered back at him. 

“You’re going down, cat.” he snarled. 

Zack could only roll his eyes. Really? Was that the best they could ever come up with? He shrugged and put himself into a combat position and began the fight. Someday, maybe they would accept him. Someday, or maybe he just needed to leave the Shroud all together and go somewhere else where they might actually accept him. 

And here let me show two prompts:

13. Corrupted, featuring Shattered Dream

14. Sing, featuring CodeSwitch!Dream, named as Dusk.

For the prompt 13, I chose to reference a small part of a fanfic that I read where Dream turns to Shattered Dream and Killer gets heartbroken after seeing this.

For the prompt 14, I used the song that many of us know from Wander Over Yonder, the one named as "I'm the Bad Guy"; and how in CodeSwitch, Dusk takes Nightmare's place as the King and Killer remains in the same role, I thought about doing this one.

Anyways! Hope you like it

Shattered!Dream: erroredart

CodeSwitch: zooliwrites24

Tiny fuzzy ears occasionally twitch in the infant’s early moments of sleep, settling in for a nap in her mother’s arms while getting rocked back and forth. It wasn’t safe yet to move her over to the crib, Tempest had learned that lesson finally. So instead she’d continue to sit with Little Storm and let the creaking of the chair’s movement and her own low purr continue to work as a lullaby. Though if she was being more honest that was only part of the reasoning behind it. Pregnancy and most of all the delivery had been an ordeal, she was a small woman and her wife very much not, leading to a sizeable bundle of joy she was currently holding. It felt like she’d been tired for the last two moons solid with the last days of carrying and the early days of caring for an infant. But she’d look down at those twitchy little ears and it would all wash away for a bit again.

Sore as her body was and as worn as her arms in particular were, she was more than content to keep hold of the weight of the child in her hold. She may not be one for deep thought about the future often, but she knew how long it had been since she’d seen her own mother regularly, and thought a great deal recently about how long it’d taken her to meet Kasen’s mother and the strain between them that had stretched on for years. She didn’t fully understand what all was wrong there, but she did know that it had taken her wife a great deal to even start trying to reach out. And from it all the decision had firmly been made in her mind already. It didn’t matter how tired she became, how much work it would take, or what she would have to do...

“You are stunning. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Captain [----].”

“No, I mean, your name.”