Prompt: Stamp

The early evening’s dying light streamed in through a large window, illuminating Illian’s workroom in a soft coral glow and casting shadows as it caught on the various magitek parts and enchanting materials strewn about every surface. He had already lit the work lamp on his desk, though he knew that soon the entire room would be dark save for that one little bubble of space if he didn’t take a break from his project to see the wall sconces lit. Sighing, he rose to do just that, striding over to the wall and flicking a wall switch next to the door. The sconces flared to life with a soft, yellow-white arcane glow, courtesy of the connection that the switch made to the crystals housed within, and soon enough Illian was sitting back down in front of the small machine he had taken apart to repurpose.

for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily, prompt #5 - activity: stargazing.

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She’s tried not to spend the whole evening just watching him. A challenge, but she’s always liked a challenge, and this feels like one of the biggest she’s faced. Don’t stare at James Potter. Don’t let yourself be drawn back into that orbit.

The thing is, she likes it. She finds herself seeking him out, now, sitting with him in the common room or ambling down to Quidditch practice at his side or sitting opposite him in the Great Hall, where she can look right into those beguiling hazel eyes and let that smile warm her to the tips of her fingers.

Yeah. She’s pretty far gone.

But she’d usually rather be there, with him but apart from him, than try to fight that pull, try to push back against whatever it is that’s deep inside her, desperate for his attention. She has never wanted to be that kind of girl, and especially not with him, but here she is, finding herself willing to do just about anything if it means he looks at her again and talks to her again.

Exams finished this morning, and the seventh years were given a later curfew to celebrate the occasion. The Gryffindors piled out of the Great Hall after lunch, collapsed in a heap by the lake, and had barely moved since, basking in the sun, brains overwhelmed, eyes hazy with exhaustion. At one point, moved by a sudden burst of energy, James had leapt up, stripped down to his boxers and raced Sirius into the cool, murky waters. Lily had allowed herself a minute or two of watching, as covertly as she could under the wide brim of her sunhat, admiring the way the droplets snaked down his torso, the way his muscles flexed and eased as he grappled with his best friend, cackling with glee.

She pretended to read her book for five minutes, then idled over to the shallows, lifting the hem of her dress to stand with Remus, taking in the scene as if she hadn’t been watching intently not that long ago. It was all a careful dance, this, being around him, hoping to catch his attention but not be seen to be doing it all at the same time. She even laced her fingers through Remus’ at one point, laughing just a little bit louder than she needed to at what he had said.

James didn’t look over.

summer of jily prompt #5 💫💫💫

activity: stargazing

lyric: I've got plenty of affection / I'd be glad to show you some time

“And now remember.. you do not tell Momma about this, alright?”

The roegadyn gave a playfully stern stare down from that one eye at the two-year old, getting several head bobbled nods and a giggle in reply. She holds a finger up to her lips before taking a cookie that was big even by her standards and bending it in half. Even divided, it was massive, sugary, and filled with sweet chunks of chocolate that the young boy had no business having. Most of all given it was about a bell away from dinner time and Sana already had the meal cooking. But tiny hands soon held their prize all the same.

The young geko’te immediately shoves as much of the cookie into his mouth as he can manage before gnawing away, only giggling a little through his chewing. As he works his way through that mouthful of pre-dinner dessert the boy takes to a broad, puffy cheeked grin and starts wiggling around and bouncing his arms through a simple little dance. One that his sea wolf mother immediately recognizes as the ‘I am getting away with being bad’ dance and can’t help but smile at it, at least this once.

My piece for the @damereycreations prompt #5

A little bit bloody, and pretty angsty :,)

Whumptober: @thethistlegirlwrites @linariouswrites @doubi-ixi​

Dragon art under cut

Kiera had freed her ankles and was just waiting for the moment the guards were just distracted enough to let her get out and find the others. The changing of the guards was a very careful dance. There were always eyes on the high risk, charismatic prisoner who still pretended she was still bound. Except one of the guards was still inexperienced. 

Kiera stood and opened the door smoothly, slipping into the shadows the instant his eyes were turned. She crept along the halls as quickly as she dared. She knew it wouldn’t be long before it was found out she had left. 

She turned a corner and could smell Laurance just ahead. She stepped up to the cell and peered in. Laurance was bound, gagged, and blindfolded. The bad guys were always so much more careful with semni than with anything else. 

Kiera opened the door and stepped in, hiding carefully in the shadows in the corner. It didn’t sound like anyone was looking for her yet. She turned her attention back to Laurance who had tilted his ears towards her and pulled his bound legs to his chest a little tighter. 

Kiera stepped across the room and reached behind his head to pull the blindfold off. Laurance flinched away as she did and opened his eyes as she reached for the gag. His eyes widened in panic. Kiera pulled his gag out, making his muffled words clear. “Trap!”

Kiera turned as three guards jumped her from seemingly behind the walls. Laurance lashed out with his legs, tripping one and Kiera smashed her palm into the face of the guard coming on her right. The left one stepped over the man Laurance tripped and swung at Kiera. She ducked down with a hiss and pushed off into his stomach, using Laurance’s knees as an axis to trip the guard. The man who had been the first to go down reached out his hand and hissed something in a strange language. Kiera went down with a choked cry as he managed to cast Hold Person on her. 

The three men stood over her as she lay on her side, unable to move. 

Laurance was silent as the guard hoisted Kiera up to take her back to her cell. She did hear his muffled shout of pain as she was being led down the hall. The mage was gagging him again and probably getting some payback for getting tripped up first thing when the scuffle started. Kiera knew she'd receive some pain as well, for causing the guards so much trouble. So much trouble for a failed escape. 

Dear Fairwind Family,

By now, you’ve most certainly been made aware of my absence. It wasn’t that I wanted to steal away in the middle of the night without proper goodbyes but I felt that it would be easier for all parties involved. My decision to leave is not based on any resentment towards any of you. If anything, I hold you all very dear to my heart and our connection through blood means that we are never truly separated. No matter the distance between us, I will always be thinking of you and home. 

The fact of the matter is that I could no longer live a lie. The expectations that I’ve always felt were being imposed upon me were not ones that I had chosen for myself. As much as everyone assumed I was meant to live the quiet life in the village, much like my mother and grandfather, that was never further from the truth.

 I am also my father’s daughter and my grandmother’s kin. Both were wanderers that appreciated the ties and warmth that came from living in our community. They were embraced even though they were outsiders and contributed so many happy memories for us all. My desire to see the world is not a reflection of you but I do not have it in me to be a fisherman’s wife. The world is so vast and filled with so many marvels that I wish to see. Mysteries that I want to unravel and people I want to meet. I want to taste new foods and see new sights. I want to learn all there is about things outside of the village. I want to grow, like wildflowers that spread across the hills despite the adversities they face. This isn’t a goodbye. I promise you that I will come back and visit. My home will always be with you all and as long as you are there, so will my heart. What allowance I can make, I will send back to help with the expenses of the cottage. I apologize for any inconvenience that it’s upkeep might entail but I wouldn’t trust its care to anyone else.

With all my love as I step into the great unknown,

Art Prompt:

Writing Prompt:

When she turned to Poe, Rey was smiling, until she wasn’t....

(Sorry, they can’t all be fluffy prompts where’s the fun in that 😊)

Go forth and Create Fam <3

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