Hi! I'm Abby, a gal who enjoys gaming in her free time. This lil tumblr is a space to express more creativity through writing, virtual photography and some graphic design. I'm a big time yapper so don't be shy 💛 😌
Deia wore the night like a second skin, yet turned her face to sunlight with the hunger of something once buried alive. Gale carried daylight in his smile, yet loved the dark for all the stars it dared to keep. Somehow, between her shadow and his warmth, they made a sky wide enough for both of them.
I was tagged by the sweetest @carnivaley @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @gortashsrighthand @saylofwaterdeep @the-shadowfell-darkroom @deianestormborn thank you so much, your creations are incredible 💛
Low key no pressure tag @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @doomedlamb @wasteful-sam @alstromeri-a @mogruith @purpleasters-inseptember @optimisticgrey and @bladesingerlily
I spent a while trying to figure out what Disney character Ophelia would be, then I remembered a "what other couple vibes does your ship have" test I took for Durgetash a months ago. Number 8 on the list were Han Solo and Princess Leia
She likes getting paid ("A gold pouch a day keeps the Bhaalists away")
Arrows of many targets + auto crits from surprise + reverb boots = basically a shotgun - pew pew pew
She loves flying (and falling). The Emperor only needed to mention it, and she slurped up that space gummy. In a modern AU, she'd relocate cars. Not steal per se, just relocate them. For the thrill of it. In a space AU, she'd have a spaceship
Frustrating Enver is one of her favourite things to do, it's very fun (if he stopped getting frustrated, she'd stop frustrating him, so really, it's his fault)
Have been wanting to share these for a while, but wanted to finish them all first. Decided I needed the motivation to finish the second half 😉 Enjoy Part One of my Mummy AU nonsense:
“No harm ever came from reading a book.” *ominous whooshing wind* “That happens a lot around here.”
“You’re wondering, what is place like me doing in girl like this?” “Yeah, something like that.”
A then couple of themed and close-to-scene shots:
And a kissy pic for good measure 😉
Tagging @dr4gonwriter and @bhaal-battle-beer-bard ( @judasiskariot ) 😘
Thank you for the tags @lucretiouswept @deianestormborn @optimisticgrey @gortashsrighthand @wasteful-sam and @the-shadowfell-darkroom 💕 I'm doing my best to catch up slowly 🫡
no pressure tags @wasteful-sam @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @onlytavs @thecampjuicebox @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @monrayne @purpleasters-inseptember @scoldingdarjeeling @michanvalentine @ratchsellsfornax @alliskit @starlit-serpent @mogruith @spillingteanotpermitted and anyone else who wants to join in 💕
Elysande, the nixie.
A spirit who dwells in rivers, lakes, and streams, often appearing as a beautiful person to lure people closer. She leads travelers into the water, where they may never return.
Keith, the golem.
A guardian made of clay brought to life through magic to defend those who created it, crushing any threat that stands in its way.
Shioban, the dryad.
A graceful nymph of the woods born from the soul of a tree, sharing its life from the first bud to its last autumn.
Roy, the lesky.
A powerful forest spirit who wanders the deep woods in many forms. The one who finds joy in confusing travelers with shifting paths.
Saelseris, the lidérc.
A dark creature that sits on the chests of the sleeping, stealing their breath and trapping them between sleep and waking.
Obscyr, the dullahan.
A headless horseman on a black horse who rides through the night carrying his own severed head. Wherever he stops, death is said to follow.
Thanks for the tags @deianestormborn @thesanguinesonnet and @litsenn 💕Somehow it surprises me that none of them got the same results. 🤔
(@onlytavs I borrowed your son, hope you don't mind 💕 @bhaal-battle-beer-bard, @wasteful-sam i borrowed your daughters, i know you don't mind 😂)
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no pressure tags @wasteful-sam @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @onlytavs @thecampjuicebox @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream @monrayne @purpleasters-inseptember @scoldingdarjeeling @michanvalentine @ratchsellsfornax and anyone else who wants to join in, consider yourself tagged 💕
Saelseris | till the end of forever
you need to be loved unconditionally. you need to be reminded that love is not temporary, that you deserve it. that those who love you will not leave. you need to be loved the way angels love humanity. or how devils love angels. you need to be loved in greatness, in fullness, you need to be loved hard and fierce. loud, shout it to the ends of the earth, your love won’t leave. you need to be loved when nothing else will be. you need to realize you are worthy even through the end.
Obscyr | like you can love again
you need to be loved in a way that shows you love is sacred, it is divine. you need to be loved so purely, so lightly, so you can learn to love. you need to be loved in the way oceans rise, but also fall. you need to be loved in the way wind rushes through leaves. you need to be loved gently, and patiently, and understanding. you need to be loved in a way that even if you cannot love, you will still be loved.
Keith | like a child loves the rain
you need to be loved in happiness and foolishness. a puppy love, a love so purely good, so full of happiness it makes your stomach ache. you need to be loved in a way that reminds you of the childhood you didn’t get to have. you need to be loved as if you’re feeling the rain fall upon your cheeks for the first time. refreshing, and clean.
Elysande | like the snow melts
you need to be loved patiently. you need to feel the love slowly creeping in, a warning, a way to back away if you’re too scared. you need to be loved cautiously, as if you’re fragile. you need to be loved gently, because love is messy and muddy and makes your socks wet and hurts if the sun gets too close. but you need to let yourself be loved, because when you do, it’ll feel like spring.
Shioban | like lovers watching the sunset
calm, focused, tender. you need to be loved in the way teenagers kiss in the rain and giggle behind hands. you need to be loved like a child, taken care of, watched over, focused on. you need to feel the warmth of the sun, you need to feel the love rushing through your veins. you need to be reminded that love is worth it, and it’s beautiful to experience. you need to be loved in a way that is refreshing, again and again.
tagged by my adored @rdekarios @optimisticgrey @fireflyeyes and @doomedlamb
On Pinterest, search “[your OC’s name] core” and show us the first six results!
Hope nothing here is AI-something. Pinterest has been wild. Also, yes, makes sense. Her name is Stormborn, after all. Funny enough, if I only put Deiane, the results are very Regency Era coded. It was meant to be after all.
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No better way to participate in Self-Indulgent Sunday than sharing a smutty one-shot provoked by those shots I took. Right? Right?
Tagged by my lovely @faeriiefire. A snippet below, and a link to Ao3 (yes, I am doing this properly now). Enjoy :)
“I would never attempt anything of the sort without your permission,” he says, voice lower now. “Nor without rules.”
“Rules,” Deia echoes, though she is already walking toward him.
“Yes.” Gale’s gaze follows her with open, helpless appreciation. “A word to stop. A word to slow. Your magic held close enough that I can feel if anything turns wrong. Mine open enough that you can pull it apart if you wish.”
She stops in front of him. Her robe slips another inch from one shoulder.
“And if I don’t wish?”
The corner of his mouth lifts.
“Then I am rather hoping you will enjoy yourself.”
Deia looks down at him. For a long moment, she says nothing. Then she reaches out and touches two fingers beneath his chin, lifting his face a fraction higher. His eyes darken at the small command, though he does not move otherwise. That is another thing she loves. How much power he can hold still. How much restraint lives in him, waiting, polished bright and sharp from years of use.
“You have been thinking about this,” she says.
Gale exhales through his nose, caught.
“A little.”
“Liar.”
“A moderate amount.”
“Gale.”
“A disgraceful amount,” he admits, and the honesty in it is so immediate, so warm beneath the wickedness, that something low in her belly tightens.
Deia smiles.
“There he is.”
That undoing thing happens to his face. The one she still does not think he knows about. As if some part of him, even now, after everything, cannot quite believe she wants the hidden edges too. The arrogance, the appetite, the cleverness turned indulgent. The man who does not only worship, but wants.
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Read the rest on Ao3.
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