Shana Storyteller

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[shanastoryteller]

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I started in 2017 and now they’re a ... thing. I’ve answered over 2000 holiday prompt asks to date and I’m planning to continue to do them. So here’s how they work! 

You can send me a prompt whenever, but I get a LOT of asks and a LOT of prompts, so the chance of me filling it are pretty low, but it’s okay for you to randomly send me a prompt if you want to. 

HOWEVER

The prompts you’ve probably seen, my “ask prompts” are holiday prompt fills. I open them until I receive a certain amount (these days that tends to only be for about 2-5 minutes) and then prompts are closed and I answer them throughout the next month or two, usually up until it’s time for the next prompts to open. 

Once the prompts are open, people send me: “Happy _______” and a fandom or pairing or they can ask for continuations of past prompts. I only commit to giving three sentence responses, but often they’re longer. 

Unless I don’t know the fandom, I will answer every prompt that comes in during the short “open” period. So it’s to your benefit to choose a fandom you know I’m at least passingly familiar with. 

Prompts open on the first of the month on February (Happy Valentine’s Day), April (Happy Birthday), June (Happy Pride), October (Happy Halloween) and December (Happy Holidays). I may do them other times (I sometimes will do one for St. Patrick’s Day) but these are the ones you can count on. 

I don’t commit to opening them at a specific time, so I just recommend keeping an eye on my blog on the days they open if you want to submit one. 

Good luck! 

[shanastoryteller]

wbt ch 7 progress report: 5k

[shanastoryteller]

wbt ch 7 progress report: 4k

[shanastoryteller]

Me: man work kicked my ass this week can't wait until Friday when I can focus on writing and cleaning my apartment

My coworker at 4pm: drinks? 👀

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday!Could you continue the eternal winter/prince's court one?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34

Thanatos has always felt Zagreus's warmth.

Flames lick at his feet, he lives his life as if walking across coals, but it's more than that. Zagreus bleeds like a mortal, hot red blood in his veins, and it gives him a physical warmth that other gods lack. Hestia and Apollo burn and Hephaestus's skin absorbs the heat of his forge but it's only Zagreus who has that gentle, constant warmth.

The only time he's cold to the touch is when he's dead.

"What are you thinking about?" Zagreus asks, appearing out of nowhere and flinging an arm across his shoulders. The House of Hades always has a lingering chill in the air but Thanatos can't feel it while Zagreus is pressed into his side.

He looks Zagreus over, but he seems unharmed. Of course he does. Death heals all wounds. But Zagreus doesn't die that often these days, moving between the levels of the underworld and his Court and the mortal plane as easily as moving from one room to the next.

There was a time when he thought the power hanging over Zagreus was borrowed. It seems foolish now when he knows how Zagreus's protection blankets the mortal world, when he knows of the temples and sacrifices the people make to the deity they simply call Prince.

Zagreus frowns, pulling him even closer. It's not comfortable. Thanatos has no desire to move. "Than?"

"Nothing, my prince," he answers and Zagreus rolls his eyes.

He's gotten too used to being warm.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday! Anything SIAT

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There is screaming and then fire and the things is they'd only stopped in this town for a drink and nothing more.

"We better help," Godric says, six drinks deep and sword hand still steady as always.

"We don't even know what we're getting involved in," Salazar points out. They were also forced to travel overnight after the magistrate accused Godric of cheating and Helga had gotten so offended on his behalf that she'd challenged the magistrate to a duel herself. Which would have been fine, she has little talent for swordplay but her wand skills more than make up for that. Except then the magistrate had cheated and Godric, Helga, and Rowena had been incensed to the point threatening to have him overthrown and obviously they couldn't stay at the inn they'd already paid for after that.

Salazar understood ideologically, but Helga had still won. Couldn't they have just taken their victory and gotten a decent night's sleep? And now this?

Rowena hooks her elbow with his and drags him along. He doesn't put up much resistance. "We'll figure out what the problem is when we get there."

The problem ends up being a serpent that's approximately six inches long.

"Hello, darling," he hisses, using wandless and soundless magic to smother the flames around them.

"Zar," Helga says sharply, "that's-"

"I know," he answers as he crouches down and holds out his hand. She licks the air in front of his fingers and then tentatively slithers onto his hand, curling up in the center of his palm.

"This is your fault," Rowena says to Godric, who just laughs.

[heymeowmao]

暗河传 | Blood River E17 ° Does your dream count as a real dream?

[movielosophy]

Blood River | He doesn't mind being an errand man for Mu Yu.

[heymeowmao]

暗河传 | Blood River E25 ° Right now above us hangs the bright moon.

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

Same

[allthefoolmine]

Reblog if you too do not want to share outside with them.

[godlessondheimite]

In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.

[nobodys-odyssey]

Taylor Swift does this

[godlessondheimite]

no she doesn’t

[nobodys-odyssey]

You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.

[dancinbutterfly]

#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic

[angelsaxis]

i went to queer history and signaling and i didnt see taylor swift

[sirnoblesquid]

got a little bit bored and did this

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday!

Anything Roswell, please

a continuation of 1 2

Flint doesn't like Alex. He's annoying and holier than thou and he never listens to Dad no matter what Dad does to him and instead of giving in and making life easier for all of them, he takes beating after beating and makes him watch.

When Dad's hitting Alex, he's stone faced, uncaring and unmoving. When Alex is getting hit, he's all furious glares and bared bloody teeth, like some sort of mindless animal that refuses to learn its lesson.

Alex and Dad are always so completely focused on each other, and it's for the best, because it means neither of them see it when he and Greg flinch.

It's not that Dad never hits him or Greg, never pins them down and uses his strength as a threat, it's just not that often. It's something that other people might not even have a problem with, even, tough love or discipline or something like that. There's no reason for him to take it any further with them. They back down, they back off, they say Yessir and do whatever it is that Dad wants them to and then everything's fine again.

When Alex curls his lip back, derisive and mocking even with blood everywhere, he looks like Mom.

Flint knows that he and Alex look alike in a lot of ways. But he's never looked in the mirror and seen their mother, not like how sometimes he sees her so clearly when looking at Alex.

He knows that Alex thinks that Dad had some sort of sixth sense about him being gay, but Flint doesn't think so. He thinks that before he had the gay thing to pin it all on, it was just that Alex reminded him a little too much of Mom.

Alex's refusal to fall in line makes all their lives worse and Flint resents him for it. But he's still his little brother and as much as he irritates the fuck out of him and drives him nuts and no matter the shit his stubbornness puts him through, Flint doesn't like seeing him hurt. That's half the fucking problem.

He really doesn't want him dead.

It's not looking good. None of his stuff gone. Blood in the shed. All his friends insisting they haven't heard from him. His phone left behind. That fucking hammer.

But it's not hopeless. Not yet.

They haven't found a body.

"We should drive out to the desert tonight," Clay says, chair tipped back while he flips a gold dollar coin between his fingers. Flint hates those things. He doesn't even know why Clay has one.

Greg frowns, arms crossed. He looks tired. He's looked tired since he's shown up. Dad seems to have bought the story of a change of schedule for Greg, but there's no excuse they could give to explain Clay, so he's staying at the only motel in town and the three of them are in his cramped shitty room and Flint has a count in his head constantly reminding him how many days it's been since anyone's seen his little brother.

"For what?" Greg asks.

Clay's chair lands forward and a muscle in his cheek twitches before he says, "Loose dirt."

[heymeowmao]

暗河传 | Blood River E14-15 ° New Year's Eve

[numerodix]

[gongsjun]

BLOOD RIVER | EP14

[logically-asexual]

deadliest killer in the jianghu i guess