#wintertide

As this evening progressed, the Uchiha was finding himself growing rather restless. Being surrounded by so many, yet he felt a stranger. Unfamiliar faces ... He wasn't use to this, but yet a part of him also knew the feeling all too well. It was almost like back in his time at home. No longer the same Uchiha, a stranger to all. Luckily, he was not the enemy of anyone here. Something he preferred to stay that way. He'd say it shouldn't be too hard, but this place, this island, would hold that unpredictability. His thoughts and attention seem to be caught by the glimmer of silver. Glancing over, he would catch one in a fetching dress yet it seemed to be accompanied by something along this one's skin. Whatever scales those may be, it fit rather well with her choice of attire.

What happens when your best friend comes from a different culture, a country where he is considered less because his designation. And even though you love him you have to watch how it slowly destroys him. Can he fight back? Can you help him with your love? These are the questions for Dean. If you want to know the answer, you should read iamianweareme's story, Chained To a Comet on AO3.

Here is the LINK TO THE FIC.

And to the masterpost.

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Sketch Dump 2025

Dungeon: The Bleakfather’s Throne

The world is heavy here, cold knaws at the bones of your companions making every step forward a struggle and the desolate wind sounds like a lamentation. Coming over the rise you see it, the regal corpse that rivals the surrounding mountains for imposing grandeur, the source of this dread season that seeks to smother all good things beneath its sorrow. 

Not all archfey are tricksters or stag-crowned gentry. Like the realm they inhabit, they embody stories, emotions, and the strongest aspects of nature.  The Bleakfather is an aspect of winter at it’s most cruel and deadly, as well as the sorrow that saps the will to go on living, all too common in those long, dark months. For ages untold he has sat his mountain-hewn throne, mummified by the cold winds of his domain as the depths of his misery chokes every spark of life from the land. 

So titanic in size, the bleakfather’s throne is itself a fortress inhabited by ice giants who claim decent from the archfey and raid in his name. They fear their father’s stirring from his glacial malaise, and so listen for his voice on the wind and scour the surrounding lands for any note of happiness that would defy the tyrant’s sorrowful reign. 

Adventure Hooks: 

With his eyes on becoming Jarl of the Bleakfather’s Children, an upstart Jotunn by the name of Talfjarn has assembled a warband and is going raiding in the realm of mortals, hunting the coast on longships the size of wargalleys with an enchanted storm at their back. Though he’s willing to crack towns open in the hopes of gathering pillage and slaves, he’s heard tell of a dragon slumbering somewhere up river that he wishes to test his mettle against. 

The giants have constructed a great temple in the vault of their father’s sword hand, where the trophies of great battles are heaped and the haunted wind howls between his pillar like fingers. Here there shamans divine the Bleakfather’s will, and listen for disturbances that might dare wake him.  Unluckily for our heroes, a celebration they attended ended up getting rowdy enough that its echoes were heard all the way in the feywild..and now a squad of towering winter warriors will be showing up to crash the party and put an end to their good times.   

Love is stored in your best friend getting you a custom book embosser for the solstice.

Valentine's Day dinner look 🏹♥️