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PolyMike Fanwork February!

First time making one of these lists so here!

I'm exited to see what y'all do with these >:3

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Text based :

Day 1 - Mike and Tenna

Day 2 - PolyMikes

Day 3 - Battat got Caught?

Day 4 - Pluey’s Fursona?!

Day 5 - Jongler’s “Friend”

Day 6 - Christmas Cheer

Day 7 - Department Lead

Day 8 - Arts And Crafts

Day 9 - Sleep

Day 10 - Breakfast

Day 11 - Weird Habits

Day 12 - Favorite Food

Day 13 - Hobbies

Day 14- Valentine's Day Kiss

Day 15 - Sewing

Day 16 - Role Swap

Day 17 - Game Night

Day 18 - Outcasts

Day 19 - Instrements

Day 20 - Cooking

Day 21 - Short

Day 22 - Cats

Day 23 - The Fun Gang

Day 24 - Petrify

Day 25 - Race

Day 26 - Angst

Day 27 - Fluff

Day 28 - Cowboy

[rose-garden-posts]

Dancing Around Your Fire

Hi guys im back posting another trolls fic. For those who love How to be the perfect hostage i promise i will update soon. For now here is some Johnkory for you! Fandom: Trolls Band together Ship: John Dory/Dickory Tags: Fluff, John Dory being an idiot, Yearning Summary: John dory fails at making coffee and Dickory has to show him how to actually make coffee. Featuring John Dory as the Cringefail dad, Dickory as the exacerbated Malewife, and Hickory as the homophobic dog with a heart. Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83987621

Please ignore my attempts at lyrics they are so bad. I am not a Lyricist.

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Torn paper glared at John from the bin, the smudged writing on the paper mocking his idiocy.

It's stupid to fall for your friend, John knew that. It was stupid for him to allow Dickory into his heart like this. Suddenly, the bin didn't seem like enough punishment for his stupid heart.

The paper crumpled in his hand as he walked to the kitchen opening the heavy metal door of the oven, and throwing the paper into the burning wood. The heavy metal door didn't muffle the thoughts rolling in his head. The melody calling like a siren singing the lyrics that now burned to ash.

'Fire hair burning my skin, brush of flesh ripping my heart. Handsome eyes and stony grin seeing all my sins.

I'm dancing around your fire worried of getting burned cause' I'm a fool at heart for falling for your flames'

He took a deep breath feeling dizzy from sudden weight on his heart. Hickory and Dickory were out of the house, meaning, thankfully no one was here to see pathetic display he'd become. Developing feelings for the troll that saved his stupid ass was bad enough. Now he couldn't stop writing yearning love songs about him.

He fell against the wall pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Why couldn't he just keep it together?

Letting out a sigh he let his hands drop to his sides, staring at the wood burning stove listening to the crackle of fire hopefully burning whats left of his shame. He needed to pull himself together, Dickory would be home soon and hickory would follow.

Pushing himself off the wall he pulled the kettle down from the top shelf. Might as well turn his shitty love song into something nice for his two roommates. Filling the kettle with water he placed it on the burner, opening the small kitchens cabinets he grab the coffee grounds. He stared at the contraption that Dickory used to make his coffee in the mornings. Hesitantly pulling the machine apart he tried to recall how the older man had shown him how to use it.

Stumbling through the steps he managed to make what he thought would be a good cup of Joe for Dickory. Placing the mug aside he grabbed a cup from the cabinet filling it with some local berry juice he picked up from the store that morning.

The door creaked open, whining against the push and pull of use.

"Dory?" Dickory called out peaking into the kitchen still dressed in his winter outerwear minus his shoes. His hair had been pulled back away from his face when he left that morning, but the wind must have pulled it out. Small rings of fire curled towards his face standing out in front of the green. He was giving John a weary look glancing towards the steaming mug.

"Dickory! I um I made ya' a cup of Joe, I remembered you typically enjoyed it after work and well.." He looked between Dickory and the cup before handing it to the other man. "Figured we could um share a cup together ya know?"

The weary look suddenly turned surprised and then soured. "We'll I appreciate the offer, but I'm not interested. I don't know what you think this is-"

"Wait- what. What I think what is? You always drink coffee when you get home I just figured we could have some together?" He interrupted pulling down a matching mug before filling it with coffee as well.

Dickory glared at him for a few more moments before moving to the table setting his cup down slightly louder than necessary. John knew that was a classic "I will murder you" sign from Dickory, but he couldn't help indulging his foolish heart with some time with the troll.

The coffee sloshed into his mug looking especially disgusting today, he really didn't know why Dickory liked this stuff. Maybe its a yodeling troll thing? Pulling down the sugar from its spot in the cabinet John made sure to pour at least a couple tablespoons within the mug. Then there was no more stalling he could do before moving over to the table with his sludge of coffee sugar.

"So- is there a reason we can't have coffee together?" He awkwardly started watching the liquid in his mug turn more disgusting by the second.

"No" Dickory said sipping his coffee before grimacing, "Scheiß- what the- what did you put in this?"

"Just coffee? Why whats wrong with it." John took a sip of his own coffee before promptly spitting back into the cup. "Ah- Well it is not supposed to taste like that."

"No it is not. Tell me you didn't use my good coffee grounds for this."

"Um.. I don't- I used the black bag that we keep next to the sugar and stuff."

"The black bag? I don't keep the coffee in the…"

Dickory trailed off looking down at his cup before up at John with the most disgusted shocked look. Clay used to give him that look a lot, it was a classic "John Dory do not tell me you are actually that stupid". It sent a small pang of homesickness through his heart, he wondered what his brothers were up to.

Before any classic self-loathing thoughts could form in his head though, the most incredible thing happened. Dickory's shocked frown smudged into a grin, then he was laughing. He was letting out this beautiful loud laughter that seemed to vibrate the air around him.

It was music, the feeling of a melody in his body, scorching fire on his finger tips.

Oh muses, He was so fucked.

He had to be blushing, did he leave the oven on for too long it felt so warm in the house all of a sudden.

"You used kümmel to make coffee?!" Dickory cried starting up his laughter all over again.

"How was I supposed to know, they look the same!" John defended, Dickory's laughter soothed most of the embarrassment but he had to defend his honor a little.

"They do not look similar at all!" Dickory argued back grinning wildly now, this vicious smile that made Johns stomach twist and flutter with unexplainable emotions. "Come on- I will show you how you're supposed to make coffee."

"What- no you don't have to"

"I cannot allow you near my spices ever again if you think coffee and kümmel look similar. Come." Dickory commanded hoping from his seat and walking the short distance to the kitchen counter. John followed hesitantly behind him, unsure how the fluttering in his stomach was supposed to make him feel.

Pulling a stepping stool from its place against the wall Dickory positioned himself in front of the dirty coffee maker grimacing at its misuse.

"Actually, you are banned from making coffee ever. How did you fuck this up?"

"I've told you it's not common in pop trolls t-"

"Yes- yes, it's not common for you people to eat anything that doesn't cause your bodies to rot from the inside out."

He pouted as Dickory grinned up at him looking way too smug for someone who just insulted an entire tribe of trolls.

"Just because you guys have to eat cheese and meats does not mean your better than my sweet diet." His sound argument was waved off as Dickory flipped his hair and began to clean the coffee maker. John shamefully watched like a drunk man seeing his next drink being made.

Dickory was not a young troll, and he didn't stay inside all day and write songs or preform in a boy band for most of his life. Instead, Dickory worked outside helping the community with construction or clearing paths or just helping with live stock. So, Dickory did not have John soft palms with squishy callouses only newly born from a life in the wilderness. No, Dickory's hands where cakey and rough. His callouses had callouses which in turn also had callouses. If he truly wanted he could have used his hands as a makeshift scrubber, the wrinkles could buff out any metal ware they had.

But even though his hands were rough and grimy in a way Johns had never been, it seemed that they always moved with a kindness John's hands could never understand. Dickory never said kind words, or even nice words for that matter, but his hands told of a gentleness softer then the inside of a gum drop. Even now while he's teasing John's stupidity about making a tea out of what was basically black pepper, his hands cradled the metal appliance like a baby. Gently scrubbing away grim and bits of kümmel.

The song from early wriggled into his head, and ear worm that had been fed well by his heart.

'I wonder if its reasonable be jealous of logs, to be envious when I see the way you cradle them

I wonder if its sane to yearn to be burned by you, to die in your merciful arms. I know its wrong baby- I know its wrong'

"Dory?" John looked up realizing that Dickory finished cleaning the coffeemaker and was know looking at him in a annoyed-concerned stare. "If ya just gonna watch me do dishes you at least could make yourself useful and grab the towel to dry them."

"I thought we were making coffee?" Still John grabbed the towel taking the wet dishes Dickory handed him. Sometimes Dickory made him feel…relaxed in a weird passive way. It was like someone had picked a weight of his shoulder that he never knew existed before. When Dickory was around that weight..it just wasn't as unbearable as it had always been his life.

"You didn't seem to be quiet interested in that. You're eye's glazed over like a dead fish when I started to explain how the machine worked."

"Well yeah, that's because it doesn't make a gosh darn lick of sense."

"John. You put a filter over the funnel and then put the coffee grounds in it and pour water over that. How is that too complicated for ya."

John elected to ignore that response by ensuring that the current plate was completely dry. Also trying to the fact this his heart practically did a complete jump for joy at Dickory saying his first name. Hopefully the flush he felt on his cheeks wasn't too noticeable.

"Oh all right look, ill even make ya a sweet one too." Dickory grumbled his hands setting up the coffee maker lovingly. "To accommodate your pop troll tooth rotting goals"

"Maybe the sugar helped my bones remember their goal was to grow upwards and not outwards."

"Watch it pop troll"

Despite his tone John was indulged once again with a sly grin from the shorter yodeler. Dickory placed the paper into the funnel- thing keeping eye contact with John as he did so.

"The filter is very essential for pour over coffee dor- John, without it the grounds would go into the water and make the coffee gritty."

His stomach seemed to flutter as Dickory's eyes never left his face, he could only nod mutely as the shorter one continued.

"So we put the coffee grounds which we keep in the white bucket in the pantry into this here funnel. Think ya can grab that for me John?"

He nodded his mouth felt way too dry to try and talk, and the grin Dickory had made his brain forget the difference between a flat and a sharp. The white bucket sat in the corner of the pantry just as Dickory said it would. It was a bit heaver than it looked though and he grunted when he picked it up.

"What, I thought pop trolls sugar diet made then have Superior strength?"

"Nah just the ability to be average height" he rasped placing the bucket in front of Dickory.

"What good is height if you can't carry a wee bucket of coffee."

The coffee grounds did admittedly look very different from the coo-mel or whatever he had used. Dickory pulled a spoon out of a draw and scooped two pile of coffee beans into the funnel. John filled the kettle up with water before putting it back on the stove. He did not feel the urge to jump for joy at Dickory's approving nod.

The silence seemed giggle at the two of them standing awkwardly. John was pointedly staring at the kettle like it would speed along its need to whistle. From the sound of it Dickory was messing with the bucket and putting it back in the pantry. It seemed from the other side of the room he found the courage to break the silence.

"So, John what made you want to have coffee with me?"

He turned looking at Dickory who was wearing the guarded expression again, although this time he was relaxed his hands moved restlessly through his hair pulling it out of its updo.

"Um well, I guess I just… wanted to?"

"And that's it, ya just wanted to have coffee with me"

"Yes. I was in the kitchen and realized you would be home soon and…well I like talking to you"

"You like talkin' to me?"

"Yeah? Although from your reaction I guess you don't feel the same."

"Nah, I don't mind talkin to you John. You're…pleasant company, for a pop troll"

"We really need to work on your racism dude" John grumbled, but Dickory was smiling at him and he couldn't muster up the energy to be disgruntled with the full force of butterfly's in his stomach. The shorter man seemed more relaxed now, his shoulders slumping down looking as beautiful as the mountains surrounding their little village.

Damn his biceps looked like they could crush the boulders at the base of those mountains.

"John, the kettle?" Dickory interrupted his smirk more shit eating at catching being ogled.

He turned to the screaming kettle next to him pulling it off the stove. "Right- right sorry got lost in thought."

"I'm sure ya did. Sit down before you ruin my coffee for the second time today"

Dickory moved next to him taking the kettle from his hands.

"What but-" He argued giving up easily as their hands brushed against the handle.

"Sit down I will bring ya the coffee." Dickory shooed turning away from John his hair falling down his back like the closing of a door.

He opened his mouth to argue but just takes his seat at the table scooting the "Kümmel Tea" away from him with a grimace. Dickory came over passing John a cup of coffee the same color as milk chocolate, while his own mug seemed to be pure black.

"I did ya the courtesy of sweetin' it for ya. Should up to pop standards with the amount of sugar I put in there."

Taking a sip John grimaced, it wasn't sweet exactly but… He took another sip finding the taste wasn't that bad. There was a bite of sweetness that seemed to draw him back in. Before he knew it the cup was almost empty of the milky liquid and there was a quiet buzz of energy that settled in his bones.

He glanced up taking another sip of the warm drink. Dickory was staring at him his eyes a warm and intense green that seemed to shimmer in the room. His coffee was barley been touched in front of him.

'Chase any chills away from here melt the icy December hold on my skin'

"John I should tell you something" Dickory began eyes dropping down to his mug, pulling it closer to himself. "This is-"

The squeaking of the door seemed to echo in the house. The two men froze as the shuffling of feet made its way into the kitchen. Hickory froze in the doorway staring at them.

"Are…are you two haven' a coffee?" He asked glancing at both of them and lingering on the coffee cups at the table.

John glanced down at his mug then Dickory, this seemed like a trick question. Their eyes met and it seemed like their was supposed to be a conversation happening but honestly John had no idea what to say. Somehow Dickory came to a conclusion from the look.

"Yes, we are having coffee what of it" There was a tone in Dickory's voice, it almost felt like he was challenging hickory to say something. What he'd have against the two of them having coffee though John had no idea.

"Nothing," Hickory quickly defended walking towards the fridge.

"I made you some juice, I thought we could have coffee together." John explained rubbing the back of his neck suddenly feeling very silly for making a cup of juice and then putting it next to entire jug of juice in the fridge. He glanced at Dickory, their gazes met for a second before the other quickly looked back over to hickory.

"You made me some juice?" Hickory asked sounding touched.

John frowned confused at the two brothers reaction. "Uh, yeah I thought you would appreciate it." He explained watching as hickory held the glass close to him like it was precious gift and not just a glass of juice. It was literally the simplest of gifts he could have ever given hickory.

The younger sat in the chair closest to John, which wasn't really true as there was only three chairs at the table and hickory just happened picked the last available. Still John couldn't help the simple joy the bloomed in his heart from the younger troll sitting next to him.

John looked up at Dickory feeling the warmth in his chest expand as he caught the other troll looking at hickory too. The older yodeler's eyes seemed soft as he gazed at his younger brother, and John felt the crush deepen as he saw the love the troll had for his family.

'Oh the warmth you've hidden in the flames, Oh the kindness you've seared away.

Let me burn baby, Let me burn'

[roselyn-ravenblade]

DwC August 2025

Day 3, 8/19

Twitterpated/Primal

@daily-writing-challenge

The chatterstone was busy from morning to night since people decided K’aresh was where they needed to be on the daily. It was all noise she didn’t tend to add too, as Rose never really had much to say. She never could start a good conversation, or keep it alive. Most of the time when she’d try, they talked over her or drove a topic elsewhere, or interrupted with an inside joke she wasn’t so privy to. 

It was a story of her entire life, if she let herself think about it all deeply enough. It no longer made her feel lonely as it did when she was a girl, those tender years where she was constantly trying to find acceptance. Like an awkward colt trying to prove it could run and kick the same as the other wild horses. She was quiet, and a little odd, but she had long learned how to stand on her own and embrace her own company. 

Of course her connection to the primal wild was nothing to shake a stick at. She’d made a breakthrough in Kul Tiras and found her father’s people, lured away from the suffocating noise of cities and idle chatter to know what it was to be a Thornspeaker. And even watching them with their odd rituals and simply living among nature, she saw in them something that she had always known: sometimes you must listen to a thousand tongues wag before you know the right time to speak.

And so, Rose listened to the lively chatter, carefully repotting newly growing bulbs in her garden when she found her moment to interject.

“Ehhh. Looks…like Ven’ari wants help with the bees again.”

“Goddam bees…”

“Well If you’re all just going to complain about it I’ll take the gold–”

“Oh! Hey! I’ll do it! Ffffffffff…” Roselyn scrambled for the chatterstone with her soil-caked fingers, and tried again with the actual transfer of her voice. “I’ll get the bees!”

“No, no Rose, you don’t really have to get in–”

“I WANT TO.” She was serious as stone, and realized how harsh she had come off in the aftermath. She let herself chuckle at her own expense. “I-I-I mean ehm. I’m already…out here. In Stormsong. She wants the bees from Stormsong, right?”

“Oh right. You live out there don’t you?”

“Y-yes and uh, it’s kind’ve important to handle the bees right so they aren’t hurt during transport cos they're SO important to a new ecosystem if you really want to get everything pollinated and promote a good fauna culture and even then you want to make sure that the imprinting goes well with a new Queen and that they aren’t too overworked or get sick or too overstimulated because it could all go a bit tit’s up if you lose a whole colony–”

“Rose. Rose, okay.” She could hear the Lady Shadowsun stifling back some laughter. 

“I think she’s kinda twitterpated with those bees, huh?” Another voice chimed in across the stones with an audible smile.

“Well, I definitely feel you’ll have this handled, Rose," the Lady once again spoke. Rose always liked that Safrona spoke to her, and not about her or of her, knowing the Druid was always listening. "I’ll put the contract in your name. I’ve given Ven’ari your chatter link, she’ll have a portal for you to the Eco-Dome when you have your bees.”

“Our bees,” Rose corrected.

[rose022]

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first kiss with Klaus Hargreeves! HC request (gender neutral)

HC for Klaus, first Kiss please ^^ his or readers...either works ^^ can you make so tall? 

this was so cute and fun to write! 

you and klaus are both teenagers and met at one of the many places he would sneak off to when his father was busy with his siblings 

he has never had feelings for anyone before like this and doesn’t quite understand this crush 

when diego asks who he has been spending all his time with his face goes red and diego realizes he likes someone 

“Now you can stop making out with your pillow” “Ben zip it” 

klaus talking to himself in the mirror trying to get up the courage to tell you how he feels 

every time you two hang out you can feel his eyes on you for a little longer than maybe whats intended and you start to realize you have feelings for him too

as much as diego talks, he is really all talk. klaus is the first one of his siblings to experience this 

attempting to ask a couple ghosts for advice, the old timey men are kinda assholes 

finally one night when he has snuck out of the house you two are watching the stars 

you are taller than him so he likes when the two of you just lay next to each other 

“Listen, Y/N, you are so fun, and accepting of exactly who I want to be. I really like you, I know I can only see you at night right now but I’m going to leave this house soon I promise-“

leaning down to kiss him 

he looks up at you with his green eyes unsure of what you were doing 

although this is your first kiss too, you know that you have to initiate it or it will never happen (no matter how many times allison reassured klaus he would be okay earlier that day) 

 you gently place your lips on his to shut him up and its a little clumsy at first but you soon get the hang of it

his hands find there way up and around your neck pulling you down with him 

“please only shut me up with your lips from now on” 

how is he already so smooth? 

before he says goodbye to you that night he stands on his toes and kisses your forehead, cheeks, and then finally lips 

he is a gentleman who wont kiss and tell, but vanya asked him as soon as he got home, how could he say no to her sweetness? also, his bright red cheeks and even brighter smile when he snuck back in gave it away

he was hoping his siblings would be sleeping but they had all waited up for him to hear about how it went 

that night he cant stop thinking of your lips and when he would see you next

the ghosts were proud of him 

five of course sneakily making fun of him in front of pogo the next morning 

[rose-tinted-pen]

need ideas for battat (or just any of the mikes) oneshots. please i beggith

[rose-tinted-pen]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙏𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨.

𝔸/ℕ : 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥 (𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕕) 𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕕! 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀’𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕠

Length: 640 Words

Angst-Centered

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Battat had never been one to care. He never had any friends like him. Every time, all he had gotten was disgust due to how different he was. The first time he had real friends, real people to connect with, he had just watched them petrify. His foot started to go numb, though he didn't check to see why. Deep down he already knew.

He looked over to the petrified bodies of his partners and started to break down.

Why are both of you first? I'm the one not from here, it's not fair. I wish I died with you all.

Wanting to get one last moment of peace, heads out into the streets of TV World, going from the housing district into the main studio. The streets were snowy and empty, making it impossible to see if the bright streetlights weren't there to guide him.

It was not that long of a walk, about 400 meters. Though it gets harder and harder the more his body starts to betray him. His skin feels like it's turning to ice because of the cold, or it might have been the gray spreading up his leg. He would deal with that later. He hoped someone at the studio could help him, or at least was alive and would talk to him in his final moments.

The main person he wanted to see alive was Tenna. Because Tenna is leading the dark world, if he is alive it shows that his home could recover quicker then if they needed a new boss. Though what he had heard over the radio from the other workers was that Tenna was having a freakout. Mike not being there to help may have made it worse.

Luckily they have access to the intercom system, lights, and radio signals from home. When they quit that huddled up, cuddling for the last time. They could all petrify together, at least that was the original plan.

He sees the gates of the building and puts his keys in, not caring to take them out. He makes it up the longest hallway, seeing the other Pippins and Zapper duo by the door, Romio and Zil. Now Zil stands there, frozen. With Romio nowhere in sight. He enters The Green Room.

The Green Room was desolate besides the petrified body of Ramb and Hally behind the counter. Hearing something outside he wanted to go see what it was, though to him it was probably a darker trying to save themselves. He now couldn't feel his entire left leg. Finally reaching the door, he sluggishly pushed it open, letting his body weight do the most work. He peers out and notices.. Tenna and the Lightners?

Lugging himself down the snowy way, he had lost feeling in the left side of his body, and it started to reach his head. Tenna seems to grow in size.

“How wonderful!! The family’s all back together again!!” Tenna says, looking the happiest he’s been in months.

Someone, no, something is coming behind him.

Warn him Battat.

Why aren't you doing anything? 

You’ve come so far Battat.

DON’T let him get hurt. 

MOVE BATTAT

DO SOMETHING PLEASE HE IS GOING TO GET HURT DO SOMETHING. PLE-

As the petrification reaches his mouth, fully engulfing him, he couldn’t move, couldn't talk, only watch. As the figure gets closer and closer, it strikes. Slicing the arms of his boss- no.. friend, off. His petrified body falls over from the impact and crashes to the floor, his arm breaking off. It hurt like nothing he’s ever experienced before.

The figure, a shadow like being, takes out the lightners and then goes away, it seems to have gone into a dark fountain. He never knew much about them, and he never will.

[roselyn-ravenblade]

Daily Writing Challenge (May 2025)

Day 5 / May 29

Restless / Faith

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The late night wound on through Stormsong, and Roselyn still sat at an overly cluttered desk with a restless abandon only the drunk or creatively tormented could really have. At least Rose thought that sudden urge to create must be a sort of torment. A very sensible person would have found sleep so many hours ago. She had her moments and her wit here or there, but she certainly was no sage or paragon of good habits. Art was sometimes pure compulsion. 

It wasn't as if she weren't comfortable. She did mean to sleep. Her little cottage was warm and cozy, she'd made a bit of evening tea with honey to relax with, and the fireflies hung prettily in the air outside her window, crickets harmonizing somehow just enough to lull her to a restful sleep. Even her large wicker bed and its very soft mattress seemed to wait, her swirl of throws and pillows particularly inviting a nestling right among them. She'd bought some particularly rib-sticking meat pies from an eatery all the way out in Stormwind for dinner, the Gilnean kind that were made with the sort of home made magic that used to put her in a pleasant coma when she was very young. 

But no, she was a mad woman at her desk now at 3 bells in the morning, trying to find some meaningful completion before she could dare rest. Life wasn't always filled with these little compulsions, of course. Her mind had mostly agreed with the tiredness that set in after her days as a lay sister some years ago, trading laborious work for efficient shelter in another Cathedral after Gilneas fell apart. And she'd waken each day before dawn as she was trained to for “faithful” tasks she felt no more personal devotion to than a dog felt for the collar it was forced to wear. 

Even working as a scout and sometimes cartographer for Empyrean Imports now was more duty and necessity than devoted compulsion. She was thankful for the opportunities Lady Shadowsun had given her, but Rose didn't want more to do with it than her current 3 day schedule allowed for, despite the many offers to become an official courier. It was only the promise of some stable pay; it was never her passion, mapmaking or scouting both. It all made her tired at the end of her day and certainly paid for her little cottage, but none of it completed her. 

No, completion was the finishing of lines of a collection of dumbfounded giant skippers this night, actually, something that drew out beats of laughter from her as it all came together. She'd lost her faith and sleep for many things throughout her life, but Rose knew she would somehow find room for both again once she figured out what swathe of color to use to highlight their silly, googly eyes and fishy tendrils.