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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

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. 

“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.

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What happens when Poe, Rey, Finn, Rose and the rest of Black Squadron play Cards against Humanity?

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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