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Incase anyone needed or wanted a damerey hug today, this is for you! <3
I couldn’t think of anything to go with the damereycreations prompt #4
So I made a damerey hug instead LOL
As always, all writers are welcome to write something for this art! <3
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Whumptober Day 4: Caged (Laurance Zvehlin)
Whumptober: @thethistlegirlwrites @linariouswrites @doubi-ixi
Cute dragon under the cut.
The dripping was getting annoying and the muttering was unnerving on several levels. Laurance twisted onto his side and peered through the dark. He was curled in a hanging cage. It was shaped funny, almost reminiscent of a rib cage. It was too small for Laurance’s frame and he had to fight off leg cramps every hour or so. He rubbed his calf muscle for a moment before reaching under the collar cutting off his magic to scratch at the rash that was starting to develop there.
“Stop moving,” a voice hissed. Laurance moved slowly back into a slightly more comfortable position and resisted the urge to sigh. His captor, who appeared to be a dark ethereal demon of some sort, didn’t tolerate noise or movement much. The demon didn’t seem to mind Laurance rolling for a better position, but he got very angry at anything else and Laurance didn’t feel like getting suffocated by dark forces again.
He waited a few minutes before he rolled onto his stomach, burying his head in his arms. He wondered if he should try to sleep. He didn’t need much sleep but it had two days without his usual three or four hours. But he didn’t really want to try with the demon nearby. It looked like the kind of demon that would do very bad things to dreams.
He heard something whisper practically in his ear and slowly lifted his head to look at the dark force through his matted hair. The demon reached out, cold tendrils wrapping around his face and arms. He shuddered at the amount of dark emotions just barely contained within this being. He held very still, doing his best to keep from startling the entity.
“Soooon,” the entity groaned. “You can help me, young one.”
Laurance stayed silent.
The entity slipped closer, surrounding the cage a little more. Laurance closed his eyes and put his head back into his arms. It felt like the entity was trying to make Laurance a part of himself. It reminded Laurance too much of when he was brought back to life. He took great pains to keep his breathing steady and slow. Now was not the time to have a panic attack.
The entity backed off suddenly, as if it was in pain. Laurance peered out the bottom of his cage down to the bone and rat strewn floor. There was a pale faced man standing in the middle of the room. The warlock dressed in black robes had his hands stretched out towards the entity.
“Not yet,” the warlock said soothingly as the entity hissed. “Wait just a little bit longer.”
Laurance forced tight muscles to curl up tighter as he shivered. His brush with the dark arcane made him feel more sick and weak than he had felt in his entire life.
FFxivWrite 2020 Prompt 4: Clinch
“GO! GO! GO! Get it back on the fuckin’ ship and get her in the air NOW!”
What had been a couple of distant thuds a moment ago had turned into a high-tempo thundering and Brem spent more than enough time hearing about the terrible shit that lives in forests to assume anything but the worst. The drop point was in trouble but she wasn’t about to lose a payment over wild beasts. While her crew was scrambling to haul the shipment they’d nearly finished unloading back onto the airship’s deck, the captain herself charged up a nearby hill to get a look at what was coming.
“Fuck..”
The single word falls from her lips nearly on dead air, and certainly got lost in the thrashing sounds of the approaching beast. Massive, jagged plates were piled upon one another and ripping through the underbrush as if it were barely there to start, and for a moment the creature’s head burst up through the plant life. A sharp, hook-like maw parts to release a bellowing cry, poking out from the shell it’s many pointed segments were built upon. There was another loud burst of sound from the draconic adamantoise as it continued it’s direct path towards her cargo, her ship, and her crew.
Almost immediately the over sized revolver she leaned on for violent problem solving found it’s way into her hands. As large as it was aim wasn’t going to be the issue, and it was rapidly addressing the problem of range on it’s own, so it was simply a matter of firing rounds down range at the creature and hoping for the best. The cracks of The Broadside manage to raise above the chaotic stomping of the beast, and the first of the shots does break a small chunk out of the beast’s unruly shell. Before any more can impact though the adamantoise throws itself into a turn and pulls itself into it’s shell, using it’s forward momentum and twisting to keep it spinning through the forest. Though she fires several more shots, the roegadyn could see the aetherical reinforcement rising up through those plates, and even hear her shots bouncing off of them to batter nearby trees.
The spin had slowed it a little, but it was clearly going to crest her hill and land upon the scrambling crew beneath well before they could finish reclaiming the cargo. They needed more time and there wasn’t anyone else that could provide it at the time. “This is such a fucking bad idea..” Another mutter runs under the woman’s breath as she holsters her gun, looking forward once more to the approaching creature with not but a pair of gloved hands raised. “This is stupid-thisisstupid-thisisstupid-thisisstu-” The swift chanting was offered up as she charged the better way down the hill she was on, continuing even as she forces an aetherical surge through her legs to launch herself in a leap forward towards the spinning nightmare. “THIS IS STUPID!” The words ring out loud and true as she twists a line of magical energy down the length of either arm, coalescing into coiled tongues constructed out of aether. Both fire forward from her palms and catch hold of the adamantoise’s and splat out to take a hard enough grip not to get flung off by it’s motions.
Clenching down into fists can’t come fast enough, and before the tongues can even start to constrict back into coils the roegadyn can feel her entire body get jerked into the centrifugal force of attaching herself to the whirling dragon. She just barely misses the first tree it should have slammed her into thanks to the pull of her own magical tethers. Instead of hauling the adamantoise towards her though, the woman is yanked violently forward towards those twin anchor points. Raw core strength legs her forcefully drag the bulk of her body forward, just barely getting into position to impact the shell boot-first instead of simply slamming into the side of it with her face. It takes a strain upon her, but she’s able to maintain the existence of those tongues longer than normal to keep herself attached to the creature, trying her best to ignore the relentless motion it was sweeping her through still.
The adamantoise itself had gone from driving directly to the ship and crew to spinning chaotically, trying to crash itself and it’s clinging attacker into trees, stones, anything to dislodge the pest. It managed to send her back crashing into some of it’s targets indirectly, enough that she wasn’t going to hold up to prolonged battery. She understood the stakes though, act now or end up another part of the trail of ruined forest that marked the thing’s path. Pushing against the forces whipping her around, the pirate rounds the lip of the shell without releasing her holds, driving her boot down into the marginally softer reptilian flesh there instead of the shell itself. Several hard stops eventually lead to a leap to try and slam both heels into the scaled limb she was aiming to beat into submission. In a mark of partial success, it pulled itself out of the way as the spinning stopped, the beast was coming out of it’s shell. Unfortunately it was a forelimb making room for that nasty maw to come surging forward to try and snap the annoying pest in half.
There wasn’t time for the string of horrible choices that lead her here to properly flash through her mind, only a matter of seconds before that thread was violently cut short. She’d even been kind enough to use those same sticky holds to propel herself right towards her doom for the beast. There was however time for one last terrible idea to try and keep the string going. The tongues were rapidly dissolving back the aether they were built from, and the giant of a woman snatched back at that energy and every onze of it she could muster within herself and starts forming them into magical plates, layering them on over another over and over again as she built a cocoon of hardened energy around herself not unlike the adamantoise’s own shell. The whole construct is barely locked into place as the hooked maw she was flying into snaps shut upon her. Or at least attempts to, as it closes full force upon her heavy shielding and there’s an audible pop as the draconic tortoise’s jaw snaps. A pained screech follows as the roegadyn and her defensive magics are flung from it’s broken mouth with a shake of it’s head. The beast turns and starts to charge back along the path it’d cut through the woods, wanting desperately to be anywhere but where this thing is.
It’s several long moments of laying curled within her aetherical bunker before she’s fully processed that the thing has left, and she’s finally able to let the tension out of the magical construct for the aether to spill back out once again. She’s breathless, drained, and likely sporting a few broken bones, but Brem starts to haul herself back up to her feet and struggle her way back towards the airship, leaning shoulder first into any tree she can find for support along the way. Her mind was already working away at how to tell that story without it sounding like she was an idiot.
Inktober
Day 4: Freeze
Prompt #4
Art Prompt:
Writing Prompt:
What happens when Poe, Rey, Finn, Rose and the rest of Black Squadron play Cards against Humanity?
Go forth and Create Fam <3
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(Credit for the base art goes to @ raibo888 on deviantart)
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A boy keeps the moon in his pocket.
A boy keeps the moon in his pocket. No one knows he has it. He keeps it tucked away most of the day, and only pulls it out at night when he’s alone. Sometimes it speaks to him. “I do not understand you, boy. Why do you not boast of your possession?” The boy just shrugs and continues studying the moon; the deep craters that leave shadows on her pale and serene surface. He tilts his head and hums. “How come you left the sky?” He asks quietly. The moon has come to expect this question now, for the boy asks her every night. The first time he asks she huffs. “Now I do not see how that is any of your concern.” She quips. But the boy does no waver and only blinks, the corner of his mouth tilting up into a shy grin. The next time, and the time after that, the moon counters his question with one of her own. “How come I never see you with other humans, boy?” Again the boy just shrugs. “Why do you stare at me all the time, boy?” The child finally smiles, the moon’s own glow reflected in his dark eyes. “Because,” he states simply, “you are beautiful.” “And how would a boy of so few years know what beauty is?” She inquires. “I may not know what it is,” he rests his chin upon his hand, “but I can feel it either way.” ————- The moon begins to wane. “What’s happening to you?” He asks. The moon pretends not to notice the tremble in his voice. “I’m waning. Changing. Everything changes, boy.” “I don’t want you to change.” He whimpers. The moon knows not why the boy sheds tears and sniffles into his elbow. ——— The boy does not take the moon out of his pocket for two nights. The moons is infuriated until the third night, when the boy shakily removes her from his pocket and gently places her in front of him like normal. She takes note of the darkened shadow that engulfs his eye. “Are you waning too, boy?” She asks, anger forgotten. “Humans don’t wane, moon.” He sniffles, but gives her the crooked smile anyway. “I suppose not physically.” She retorts, as a loud crash comes from beyond the boy’s room. The boy starts, fear blanketing his features before his smile turns apologetic and he reaches for the moon. “Must you hide me away so soon, boy-“ Darkness engulfs her once again, but the boy’s muffled cries still penetrate the void. ——- The boy takes her from his pocket the next night, his face even more shadowed than before. “Your light is fading.” He whispers. “As is yours.” She contemplates. “You’re still beautiful.” He grins. Genuine. The moon notices then. The shadowed face. The missing tooth. The slight tremble of his hands and voice. “Boy, why do you only take me out at night?” She asks. The boy shivers. “Your light,” he breathes, “makes me feel warm. I don’t like how dark the night gets.” The moon remains quiet for a moment. “That is why I left the sky.” She admits. The boy leans forward, mouth slightly agape. “The sky was lonely and dark, and no one ever noticed me there.” She breathes. “But- the stars?” The moons sighs. “The stars, millions of miles away, provided the warmth of a match. The warmest I’ve felt is there in your pocket.” The boy bites his lip. “Can’t you stay there forever?” His whisper barely audible. “I don’t want to be scared anymore.” The moon hears glass shatter from somewhere beyond the boy’s room, and notices his flinch. He reaches for her. “Tomorrow, boy, cast me up into the sky.” she states. He pauses. “But-“ “Please.” The boy’s head snaps to the left has his door swings open, and the moon’s waning light is hidden within his pocket once more. —— Another day passes. The boy gingerly removes the moon from his pocket with a struggle, his dominant hand now bound in a cast. “Are you sure about this?” He asks quietly. They are not in his room, such is habit, but outside beneath the stars. A breeze stirs his hair. “I am sure, boy.” If she was a crescent then he was a sliver. She thought his soul was indeed waning. “I’m scared.” His usual calm voice watery. “That is why you are to cast me up into the sky, child.” His brows crease in confusion. “Cast me up, and I shall illuminate the night for you. You shall never be alone again.” If the boy weeps silently as he releases her, his one free hand held up to the sky like a prayer, she tries not to notice. And if the tears she sheds as she reaches her peak among the stars streak across the sky like striking comets, she tries not to notice that either. The moon watches over the boy from that position, casting her brightest glow upon him. The boy stares up at her from his window each night, her beauty still felt. She’s not so lonely anymore, and he’s not so scared. —- The boy stops staring. The moon thought they had a promise. More comets streak across the sky. —— A pale star appears soon after, closer than any other had dared come to her. “Your light,” he says, “it’s beautiful.” The moon, for the first time in what felt like years, smiles. A sad smile, a knowing one. “Are you still scared child?” She whispers. The star laughs. “Though I have no pocket to keep you in, I shall keep you near me instead.” “Can’t you stay here forever?” The moon asks. “For that reason, I’ve been cast into the sky.” ——— A boy kept the moon in his pocket. The moon kept the boy in her glow.
Hunting
First time deciding where I lived!
My search began on Monday, but
seven meetings switched
into four meetings and three forgotten.
Unmet expectations already started.
I flipped a dozen switches,
searching for the perfect fit
where I can room
for $500 to $650/mo.
Didn’t matter after Monday,
the second place was swell,
another address, another beginning.
Easy decision, searching ended,
couldn’t have timed it better.
Quite a flip from the start.
Three rooms meet end to end,
three rooms where, only a matter of time, my life shall fit.
I place myself there,
where I shall be addressed as
the teacher on Allen Avenue.
I knew that my love for mermen would be too strong with such a prompt...♥ (And Victor’s long hair is just perfect for a merman)
