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A commission for @melniibone, featuring the player characters in a DND campaign. I had a lot of fun working on the animals that represent them as well!

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she lies curled, a cockle shell in a cocoon of feather down - gaze steadfastly hooked to the heat of the candle flame by her bed; fists clenched fast under her chin, as if hanging over a great drop which whispers enticingly beneath her toes.

it is, not altogether, an unfamiliar feeling.

far away in a different bed, at a different time - the same lucy lay and considered the consequences. but then, just as now - between one breath and another - her mind is made.

she moves with quiet but sudden determination, donning a robe of olive and ermine before collecting the candle, and flipping the corner of the rug in the middle of her room aside with a dexterous foot - exposing the trap door beneath. it would see her swiftly to the kitchens, and from there - places princesses nor queens should ultimately attempt.

when bare feet find the icy step drawn ever down, she adapts. she went into the wardrobe much the same her second visit {save for the gardener’s wellies}. she slips phantom flashed as a ghost past the guards watch, keeping to the wall and away from the crack of light which spills into the long hall leading to the cells.

once safely out of further sight, she slows; the tension of hidden flight now coiled serpentine against her shoulders and scalp…a sort of muting of space and sound save for the hushed and hollow screaming of her mind.

she shakes her woody dark head softly, the act dispelling the clutch that tried to silently grasp for sustenance and continued untenuous grip. she finds her breath even, and knows from that example alone - she is safe to enter.

she approaches the prisoner’s cell with cold sole and one question; the flickering of her held candle casting shadows and superstitions in an aberrant and otherworldly dance.

“have you been fed?”

@melniibone

#melniibone #possible character ;; lucy pevensie #did lucy use her trap door to the kitchen for midnight snacks and cause she’s almost certain one of not both of her brothers #are standing watch in the hall and other hidden passage cause they know she’s the most reckless?#or she at least thinks they might be #one has to plan accordingly when you are the youngest and the most liable to get into trouble #so welcome to our dungeon?

😊 : a blog that always makes you smile 🌸 : your favorite original character 🏆 : a blog that deserves more recognition 💌 : a mutual you want to cheer on today 🎨 : someone whose creativity you admire

positivity meme.

😊 : @maeikar is an easy choice for this one. always so down to write anything i possibly throw at them, or ship whatever i can conceive of. a great mutual who is a shining light in the asoiaf community !!

🌸, 🏆 : @strengthinus hits both of these points so hard. not only my real life partner, but if you're hunting for some incredible ocs with lots of different verses and storylines, their multi is the place to be !! give them more love.

💌 : @brokenmagxc because arthur's birthday was recently !! abi loves their son as much as i love mine. also, abi's just always down to listen to things that they know nothing about just so i have someone to rant about my hyperfixations to while oz is at work. <3

🎨 : @melniibone for yes and - ing all of my impulses, including making dornish a real, actualized language complete with grammar and vocabulary based on my wild idea of " hey, what if we actually fleshed this out more ? " jumped in headfirst, and i cannot thank flint enough.

#・❥・ooc.#maeikar #strengthinus #brokenmagxc #melniibone #IS ANYONE SURPRISED BY THIS LIST I DONT THINK SO

RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS.

@melniibone : SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk. ( reverse )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he carries the man with an awkward sort of reverence in his eyes. elric leans heavily upon siegfried's shoulder. not that the weight affects him, not that he even feels it. it is the silence that hangs between them that unsettles him ( filled only with the albino's occasional grunts and siegfried's awkward accompanying hums ) . this man isn't what he'd call a friend. and yet, somehow, siegfried dearly hopes he is alright after his magic trick.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i've never seen anything like that before. ” he compliments a bit uncertainly. what else is he to say ? what is there to say ? the other has conjured up a tempest, out of the very air around them. siegfried is only familiar with alberich's magic. he knows the dwarf is powerful. but even he can not control the weather.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ but . . . personally, ” he starts anew when they've arrived where siegfried has steered them. slowly and carefully he pulls elric's arm from around his shoulders before maneuvering the man down upon a tree stump. it doesn't go as gently as siegfried would have hoped and elric lands on his behind with a dull thud.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to gloss over his mistake the dragonslayer lets out a forced chuckle. “ —i would have preferred a gentle rain. ” he finishes his sentence finally. for a moment he only stares down at elric's limp form where a head of platinum hair leans against his belly. siegfried holds him upright by his shoulders, but in order to escape the awkward position he opts to crouch before the exhausted melnibonéan.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀curtains of white hair hang in front of the warrior's eyes. and siegfried knows not what to do with one who is still barely there. perhaps he should be checking if his eyes are still in focus, check if his skin has gone as cold as that of a corpse. the thought puts a sinking feeling in his stomach. he should call to alberich for help. and if he can offer nothing else by himself, then he at least should offer comfort. or something . . . a piece of his mind, or soul, if that is what he must give to keep the other interested and awake.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ . . . do you like the rain ? ” he asks softly, seeming unlike his usual self, even when it is the opposite case. though surely different from the way they've spoken to each other before. “ i like it because when it rains there aren't as many people around. ”

#melniibone #*not a friend YET #chinhands #v: mainverse.#answered.

@melniibone ;;

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 how primly stood, shoulders back, chin up, a degree more rigid than usual. Her memories were full of holes, blurred dreams of the past covered in lacy gauze. Everyone's secrets were starting to spill out. It was only a matter of time until her own came to light, but she spoke around the subject as best she could to hide it until there was no other option.

"I was a courtesan until recently, if you would believe it." True, she wore road dust near-daily by now, but it was an unfortunate necessity that came with stomping around the Storm Coast in search of a cure. "There was precious little need for magic until very recently. One must be grateful for how easy it is to cast fireball, no?"

#v: bg3 #melniibone #surpriiise

if you're not reacting like @melniibone to our threads im gonna assume you hate me

#melniibone #this genuinely made my day skdsmdkm #10/10 beside manor is killing me #like im actually laughing so hard outloud ????#i dont think that sea bitch has ever been to medical school #ꫂ᭪݁ . ( ooc )

PROMPTS FOR THAT ONE BRAND OF DYNAMIC PT. 2 @melniibone said: “ when i said i’d kill for you, i meant it. ”

❝ i can see that, ❞ she mutters dryly, grimacing down at the hopelessly irreparable damage done to a figure she'd hoped to interrogate, nearly cleaved in two. his eyes are still open, as is his mouth, split yet locked in a cry for help. or agony.

there's a disturbing sight for all her future nightmares.

the expanding pool of his blood slowly advances, violently bright against the same sun-bleached landscape that stretches for miles. silence reigns & alara pinches the bridge of her nose, wrestling with what to say.

❝ perhaps – next time – sir elric, you needn't overkill for me. i mean, just look at him; not even a speak with dead spell will work at this rate. ❞

#melniibone #( ♛. ) ⸻ all's well that ends... not as bad as it could have : answered.#listen idk why unintended comedy was the first genre that came into my head for this but here we are laksdjf #she said you're too good at your job elric. overqualified.#on the plus side. she's actually trying to /not/ sound like an ingrate. which is rare.#scopohobia /#a thing i did not think about when doing my commission/aes refresh. tagging just in case.

@melniibone says : ❛ you told me it was a scratch . this is not a scratch . ❜

❛ IT IS a scratch . ❜ HIS VOICE COMES OUT strained , rendering the tone of his words perhaps a touch more DEFENSIVE than he’s intending . he’s not ENTIRELY WRONG : it IS technically only a SCRATCH . a DEEP AND ANGRY one , maybe , but leon knows ( or tells himself , rather ) it’s ONLY because his nature predisposes him to rather PASSIONATE amounts of blood loss .

he turns AWAY from the other man quickly , WRESTING his blood soaked shirt away from his torso and DISCARDING the tattered remains . the SLASH across his chest leaves a trail of WELTS and RED SKIN from his collar bone , trailing off to the side just beneath his ribs .

crouching down , leon searches through HIS THINGS — a task made significantly more DIFFICULT without the help of his MAGICAL CLAWS ( he has NO MANA left , now . he’ll have to IMPROVISE ) . finally , he pulls out a SMALL FLASK filled with an ultra-clear fluid . pinching it between his forearms , he YANKS the cork off with his teeth ; the BURNING SMELL of distilled alcohol filling his nostrils . SPITTING IT OUT , he glances behind his shoulder and flashes his companion a LARGE GRIN intended to REASSURE .