Someone mentioned how they were having a hard time creating a world for their fantasy fiction geographically because they kept reinventing the island of Britain, which also happened to my good close enemy George R. R. Martin. I would like to suggest North Carolina. I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous but North Carolina has an awesome geographic setup for a fantasy kingdom, I think. Inhospitable barrier islands, constantly shifting shoals in the sound, swamps with alligators, venomous snakes and carnivorous plants, lots of very flat and somewhat sparsely populated farmland, foothills, mines, mountains full of mysterious phenomenon that were originally very difficult to navigate and people still get lost in today. It kind of rocks.
Pride of the Gate.
VP set featuring Wyll Ravengard, portrayed by Theo Solomon, and Theo's Tav. Gifting these to him at Lion City Faire (our local ren faire) this weekend. ๐
๐ซ Please ask before reposting!
Currently Watching: Magnet fishing where they find guns and explosives tossed into rivers, and Cold Case underwater vehicle recovery videos on Youtube where civilian divers find missing loved ones using sonar scanners.
Currently Reading: Bloodweave Fanfiction and randomly researching interesting topics
Current Obsession: Bloodweave, and the FIFA World Cup (Go Canada!). Im a massive soccer fan.
Last Google Search: Saturation Diving and the effects it has on the body
Currently Working On: Bloodweave fanfics (Viking fic, emBedded, etc), and not sure if this counts but getting ready for some rock hounding (mineral hunting).
No pressure tags to @queen-of-the-dots @tadpoledmermaid @labratscheese @blackbonewrites @felonius-glitch
A butterfly passed by her, a vivid orange that contrasted with her, almost as if it would brush against her. He looked down at her, taking her in. Now he could see that there was was a patch on her right side that was ripped open, red skin that had started to reknit itself together. The reason why she winced, still she held his gaze and there was a warmth in her that he couldn't place.
There was almost a disbelief in his eyes when he looked at her, as if the brown eyes that had usually looked like she was a fool had changed for a moment. She was used to it, used to the looks of confusion, the looks of disgust and rage. It was a part of what she always saw, she had become accustomed to it. A butterfly passed by her hand as she tucked some loose hair behind her air.
Read the first chapter of Papillon 'Me and the Devil' on AO3.
Tags for @bladesingerlily , @dapperpossum , @carnivaley and @asorceresswrites <3
Also a big thank you to the OG Octavia/Aradin @aerin67 who was never stopped believing in these two idiots (/lovingly).
Summary: Heartbroken with an unquiet mind, Gale Dekarious uses a blend of magic and tech to build himself the perfect girlfriend who can't ever leave him.
Please note: This is a not a kind story. I was heavily influenced by Paul Verhoeven's RoboCop, BuffyBot, and Weird Science.
OneShot Word Count: 4,360 Full fic on AO3
Custom work skin created by @dramatiquechipmunk
Tags and continuation of sample below.
Bright light returns. She stands on a low reinforced platform in the center of the workshop, posture perfect, the faint Weave-veins beneath her skin catching the glow of the floating orbs.
โGood evening, Gale of Waterdeep.โ
Two heat signatures register behind her. One is Gale. The other is unfamiliar. She detects elevated ethanol traces on Galeโs breath. Approximate blood alcohol: 0.08โ0.09%.
โFuck me, Dekarios,โ the tiefling says, circling her slowly. โThe resemblance challenges credulity. And sheโs not a prefab that you backdoored?โ
Galeโs hand settles at the small of her back, fingers splayed. โSheโs nearly one hundred percent Dekarios-derived. I splurged on some Gamate Luxe behavioral tweaks. Now that has beenย quiteย the journey, jailbreaking the restrictions.โ
His voice carries pride as he continues. โFull integration. Every system responsive. The dermal layer is nigh indistinguishable from living tissue. And the mucosal matrixโโ He laughs once, a little self-conscious. โWell. Itโs functional, I assure you.โ
MystraBot notices Galeโs cheeks darken and engages a sequence to match his blush.
The tiefling feeds his thumb into her mouth without warning, triggering her reflexive suction module. Galeโs fingers tense against her back.
Joined by a super cute burning Celeste emote today ๐
While I was off touching metaphorical grass, I collected tags from @bladesingerlily (Welcome back! ๐), @lucretiouswept @defira85 @cursed-nyxan @missfortunetherogue @litsenn @faeriiefire @unovafarm @shandoratheexplorer @nw39 @ele-millennial-weirdo and @alleiramagic. Please ping me if I missed anyone!
Fire is the theme today, so let's burn some shit down.
Warning for absolutely uncensored use of fire magic and general durgeness.
And, because a new Maphra cover is out, allow me to shamelessly use it for this Sunday's WIP.
It was a strange period of my life, if I am being entirely honest.
Fire had always lived within me. My magic was volatile by nature, flames curled around my heartbeat as naturally as blood through my veins, and it had never troubled me. I enjoyed it, if anything. There was a simple satisfaction in coaxing a fire to life in a cold stove, in filling an empty hearth with warmth at the flick of my fingers.
And if fire escaped where it ought not, it obeyed me just as readily. A lantern overturned at the docks, a spark caught by dry timber, a careless accident threatening to become a tragedyโI could command the flames into submission until enough water arrived to finish the work.
It is as natural to me as breathing.
Unfortunately, at that age, I also possessed a temper to rival any blaze.
For the first time in my life, I was truly free.
I had coin in my purse, no one watching over my shoulder, and a city sprawling endlessly before me. I indulged enthusiastically in all of it: good food, good wine, and whatever delightful company my gold could purchase. Freedom suited me perhaps a little too well.
It made me arrogant.
I knew I was powerful, and worse, I enjoyed knowing it.
So when someone wronged me, when they mistook politeness for encouragement and persisted after being told no, my patience often ran short. My anger flared quickly, and occasionally quite literally. Nothing serious, mind you. Usually. A scorched sleeve. A blistered hand. A brief lesson delivered through skin made uncomfortably aware of just how hot a sorceress could become when irritated.
I am not proud of it.
At least, not anymore.
And then there was the house.
To this day, I maintain that burning down an entire residence was a somewhat disproportionate response to the circumstances.
Still, it was a glorious night.
No pressure tags for: @ratchsellsfornax (BEHOLD: BURNING KELL EMOTE!๐) @ceremorph0sis @alrendriablaze @mellybaggins @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @should-be-persephone @dr4gonwriter @doomedlamb @wasteful-sam @babydinosaur930 @thepalelawyer @arlynx (back from shadowban prison!) @echoechowhiskey @purpleasters-inseptember @thelittlewolverine @thepickledmermaid @dutifullylazybread
This took me much longer than I expected, but it was a lot of fun to do! I saw this template a while back and last night felt like making it for my beloved Mal.
I thought it could be a fun little thing to do with OCs as a tag game here!
annaxmalina
pixelskylines
areudirty
jacobvanloon
blakekathryn
