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snugasabugbear · 2 years

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D&D Pride Prompts 2022: "Cottage", Zandek / Galax

Zandek was on the far side of the lake when he heard the teleportation, a sharp crackle that managed to travel all the way from the cottage and across the waters to his large, flat ears. It stood out well against the sounds he had grown used to while alone within the forest valley. The stillness of late summer had quieted the usual rustling of the trees, leaving it to the insects and birds to fill the air with their own melodies.

It was nearing evening, and he had just reached the treeline when the stark sound of magic drew his attention from his own song he had been humming. He stopped, taking a moment to readjust the entire trunk of a tree he had been carrying on his massive shoulder, and beamed as he heard the magic end with a light flourish. There was only one person he knew who crafted his spells with such embellishments, and him being here only meant one thing.

He set off quickly along the bank, moving as fast as he could without losing his grip on the tree trunk, a feat his eagerness made quite difficult. Less than two minutes later, Zandek had reached the path leading through a patch of wild shrubs and up to the cottage’s front door. It opened, and the small figure who emerged was barely out the door before she used her wings to leap into the air directly towards him. The blue kobold covered the distance between them before he even had time to set the log down. When she collided his chest and threw her arms around his neck (barely making it over his collarbone on either side) he let the trunk roll off his shoulder and thunderously crash onto the ground behind him without a second thought. What else could he do, of course, but wrap his own colossal arms around the person he loved more than anything else in the world after two whole months apart?

“Galax,” he breathed through a tusked smile. No words other than her name came to him to say, but it was the only one he needed. She only stopped pressing herself into his mane when he repeated it again, and turned her yellow-green eyes up towards him. He would never tire of the blissful smile she wore on her draconic face when she looked at him this way. Her sharp teeth poking from her mouth drew a chuckle out of him; they were something she had used time and time again to scare the many people who pissed her off, but to him they had been adorable for a decade now.

She put a hand on either side of his head, and he let her pull his forehead down to meet hers. They both closed their eyes, taking in nothing but each other’s presence.

“Missed you, Zan,” she whispered. She sounded tired, he thought, likely from the endless deliberation between the Circle of Eight and the Council of Waterdeep that she had been looped into some months ago.

“I missed you too.” He hadn’t know exactly when she would be back, but he had sworn every day since she left that he would provide for her every relief he could when she returned. A throat being cleared from the open door of the cottage finally drew their attention from each other to a tall, blonde human in impeccably clean white and gold robes.

“Didn’t she cast a message to you every single day?” Merridoch teased lightly, his finger running over a small goatee beneath his chin. “Sorry to interrupt, but it’s getting late and you won’t be getting rid of me until I get some of Zandek’s cooking.”

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Merridoch stayed true to his word, but Zandek was more than happy to prepare a dinner only one of his oldest friends was deserving of. Once Galax’s traveling things had been put away, the three congregated in the kitchen so they could talk while Zandek prepared their meal. Normally, he was limited by the ingredients that he and Galax had managed to stock up on. What they grew themselves they had in abundance, but any finer spices, seasons, or oils were entirely dependent on what they were able to find from traders who passed through the nearest village. However, this was not a problem when they had one of the most powerful conjuration wizards on the Sword Coast at hand. Within no time, Zandek was preparing a perfect spit-roast pheasant meal for the three of them, Merridoch conjuring nearly every new component as he needed it.

“Every time I’m here,” Merridoch said as he sat back in a cushioned chair, waving his hand idly and drawing a Moonshaen batter from the aether, “I feel like I understand what the rest of the world looks like to you, Galax.” He motioned to the spacious room around them, its ceiling reaching fourteen feet above the floor and a few of its tables standing over five feet tall. While the home technically only had one floor, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for someone to think it had two from a distance based on its height. When Zandek and Galax had started building the cottage, it had been an early decision to make it large enough for Zandek to move around comfortably. He’d greatly appreciated the improvement, no longer feeling like his nearly eight foot tall form was being confined like it had been by the low, cramped ceilings of Waterdeep. The house’s furniture had similarly been built with both his and Galax’s sizes in mind, leaving it filled with things like enormous cabinets right next to tiny arm chairs, giving the cottage an almost whimsical fairytale-like look in most rooms.

Galax snorted, perched on one of the shelves near Zandek. She had changed out of the stately outfit she had arrived in, a white and gold collared robe with long, flowing sleeves, into her more typical beige and brown bodice and hood.

“Hmm,” she squinted, a slight smirk on her face. “I don’t think you’ll know the experience of being me unless you also have to deal with a cocky wizard who thinks he’s charming enough to get away with whatever he wants.”

“Galax, please. I’ve cast Clone on myself multiple times. I know exactly what it’s like to deal with a wizard who is absolutely charming enough to get away with whatever he wants.”

“What I’m hearing is that the only person who can stand you is yourself.”

“What I’m hearing is you’re jealous I can give myself the gift of my own company.”

“We’ve got entirely different definitions of ‘gift’ then, Merri.”

Zandek couldn’t hide a grin as he listened to the two. Their version of friendship was not something he fully understood, but despite the bickering, or perhaps even because of it, he knew it was friendship nonetheless. He couldn’t help being reminded of the year they had spent adventuring together in Waterdeep, all of them living out of the bar previously known as Trollskull Manor but they had renamed “Leaf’s Spirits”. In spite of everything that had happened during that year: the explosion in the alley, nearly being killed by the Xanathar on multiple occasions, even the Blood War and the battle against the renegade demi-god that had called himself “The Emperor”, he would go through all of it again to keep what it had given him.

When the two had finished their current squabble, they told him some of what had occurred during Galax’s time away in Waterdeep, though they only went into light detail on most subjects. It wasn’t that Zandek didn’t care about the current events of the city he had once called home, it was simply that most things involving higher levels of the Waterdeep government went over his head. They did spend a bit more time on their meeting with one Rhyze Ascaelia, the newly named First Paladin of Valaeros. As far as Zandek could tell, the talks had largely been about how the city would approach relying on the divine in times of need, and if such a thing should even be considered after the incident with The Emperor. From the sound of Galax and Merridoch’s testimony, not very much had been agreed upon.

Over dinner their conversation turned towards the rest of their previous adventuring party. They had magic to thank for their ability to stay in contact with everyone regularly, but a short message spell still paled in comparison to getting to see them in person. Merridoch was the one who got to visit each person most regularly, and they couldn’t have someone better to tell the others the stories of their time on their own. It was nearly midnight when he reluctantly admitted he couldn’t delay his return to Waterdeep any longer.

“A wizard’s work is never finished it seems, something I wish I could have warned my younger self of before ever trying to become one,” he joked as he finished the teleportation circle they usually kept partially finished in one of the back rooms.

“Would that have really stopped you from learning magic?” Zandek asked from the doorway, Galax on his shoulder.

“Not in the slightest,” Merridoch said without hesitation, disappearing the piece of chalk into his hand with a wink. “Don’t be strangers, you two. And if you are, I might just drop by when you least expect it.”

“That really may not be the best idea, Merridoch,” Galax wryly remarked. “Surprising a cleric sounds like a good way to get a firebolt to the face.”

Merridoch laughed, turning back to them as the teleportation circle lit up behind him and pointing at the two with both index fingers.

“Counterspell.”

With a final smirk, he fell backwards into the circle and disappeared in a shower of golden sparks. The air crackled again as the magic dispersed, returning the room to darkness and silence other than the insects chirping outside.

“He’s truly incapable of not having the final word,” Galax sighed, shaking her head.

“I think just when he’s talking to you. How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, honestly. Would it be unreasonable to say I would prefer fighting The Emperor again over having to argue with the stubborn fucks on that council for another month?”

“You’re a lot braver than I am to go up against them in the first place.” He leaned his head into her as he walked them both through the main sitting room. Resting on the ground in the corner since it was too heavy to hang on the wall was his Starmaul. Zandek hadn’t looked at it closely for some time, and only now noticed the light layer of dust now forming on the large blue rock that made up its head. He smiled slightly, content in letting dust continue to gather on the weapon.

“How about I put out the rest of the lights? You can head to bed and I’ll be there soon.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, though she couldn’t finish the last word without yawning. Zandek chuckled, opening the door to their bedroom for her. Their ‘bed’ wasn’t on any sort of frame. Instead, there was a small horde of blankets, furs, and pillows covering the ground beneath the far wall, illuminated by the moonlight coming through the skylight that took up over half of this room’s ceiling. Zandek knelt down and offered his hand for Galax to use as a step from his shoulder to the floor. She put a hand on his cheek before he could stand and led him down again, his forehead pressing against the white line that ran from between her horns to the end of her nose. It was something they had done for so many years now, but it still made his heart beat faster every time. “Out of everything these last two months, falling asleep without you may have been the hardest part of all.” He sighed and leaned further into her. The exact same thing had been true for him.

“I’ll make sure not to be long, then,” he whispered, and kissed the scales between her eyes. “Welcome home, Galax.”

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daydreamidea · 2 years

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Happily Ever After

“Vee don’t cry now. This makeup took an hour alone, don’t you want Cameron to see it?”

This was the first time Vee had ever been all in white, the veil, the shoes, and the princess dress all sparkling white and lacy. She was trying so hard not to cry from her own reflection, looking at herself in the mirror and seeing every piece beautifully put together. Her hair was down and curling, and the makeup, it was just perfect. Sam was as supportive as ever, she had held fer hand through finding a dress, a venue, and she was so nice as to help with cake decisions. As much as they joke, Samantha was the maid of honour she needed, and as overwhelmed with happiness as she was, Sam was right there to help her.

“I think it’s just about time. You ready Vee?”

She couldn’t hold back her tears once Cameron started to cry, but being so overwhelmed with happiness was hard to handle. They would never live down the ‘cry baby wedding’, but plenty of their friends and family shed tears as well. Years later they still got teased for it, and whenever Cameron showed off their wedding photos someone would as ‘What happened with the eyes in the photo?’. But the photos always stayed hung on the wall, even dusty and slowly fading in brightness. Vee kept her dress in a box in their closet, hoping to wear it on their 50th anniversary.

#pride month #pridewrite2022 #original character #th2 #pw alt16 #oc cameron #oc vee

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pridewrite · 2 years

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Entries in Our Ao3 Collection: Week 2

Some of you have been posting your entries straight into our Ao3 Collection. We'd hate for them to miss the spotlight, so here is a list of everything posted in there for Week 2 of Pridewrite!

Day 9: Heart and Roses

His Heart by ughdotcom pw9, Our Flag Means Death

the way you're looking through my eyes, don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw9, Dracula (nsfw) (warning: dubcon, implied mind control and past CSA, homophobia)

Will's Heart by NicNack4U pw9, pw alt9, Hannibal

Day 10: Kiss and Holding Hands

but I need your lips on mine (can you kiss me more?) by This_ world_of_beautiful_monsters pw10, Star Wars: Clone Wars

Everytime We Touch by NicNack4U pw10, pw alt10, Doctor Who (nsfw)

Feels Like Falling In Love by Samunderthelights pw10, pw4, Harry Potter

Please Shut Up by ughdotcom pw10, Pacific Rim

Orange Cake by Samunderthelights pw10, pw15, Harry Potter

Day 11: Domestic and Poly

Domestic and Poly by NicNack4U pw11, pw alt11, Doctor Who (nsfw)

Finally Home by ughdotcom pw11, Pacific Rim

Ménage á TARDIS by NicNack4U pw11, pw alt11, Doctor Who

your local queer's guide to multi-species cohabitation by This_ world_of_beautiful_monsters pw11, TMNT (warning: referenced transphobia, abuse, medical experiments, torture [all referenced in lighthearted/dark comedy contexts])

Day 12: Meet-Cute and Demisexual

it's important to hold on (hold on) by This_world_of_beautiful _monsters pw12, TMNT

Meet-Cute by ughdotcom pw12, Pacific Rim

Meet Me at the YMCA by Fawn_Eyed_Girl pw12, Free!

We're All Booked by NicNack4U pw12, pw alt12, Doctor Who

Day 13: Content and Demiromantic

An Open Book by NicNack4U pw13, Doctor Who

Content by ughdotcom pw13, Supernatural

Day 14: Solidarity and A-Spec

a woman's sexuality is a moving target by NicNack4U pw alt14, Doctor Who

Shopping by ughdotcom pw14, Twilight

the music fills me good and it gets me every time by This_world _of_beautiful_monsters pw alt14, TMNT (nsfw) (warning: incest)

Day 15: Coffee and Platonic Relationship

coffee by 27twinsister pw15, Avataro Sentai Donbrothers

Coffee with Friends by NicNack4U pw15, Hey Arnold!

The Light of Hermann's Job by ughdotcom pw15, Pacific Rim

with friends like these, who needs by This_world_of_beautiful _monsters pw alt15, TMNT

Orange Cake by Samunderthelights pw10, pw15, Harry Potter

Day 16: Fake Relationship and Happily Ever After

love me like you do by NicNack4U pw16, Hannibal

Rockstars in Love by ughdotcom pw16, Pacific Rim

cracked glass fantasies by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt16, Cinderella (fairy tale) (nsfw) (warning sexism, threats of noncon, implied child abuse, unhealthy relationships, gore)

Changed All The Rules by AiyexAyen pw16, Who Rules The World

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tache-noire · 1 year

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#orange cassidy #santana #ortiz #jack evans #angelico #th2 #the hybrid 2 #i think i've posted this gifset before but whatever #look at my gifs boy #aew #all elite wrestling

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asagiri-fushimi-natsu · 2 years

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09: Rosas

El corazón de Sheska se acelera cuando el tren en el que viaja por fin se detiene. Con una inhalación entrecortada, cierra los ojos y cuenta hasta diez, resistiéndose a estrujar el ramo que mantiene contra su pecho.

Los números se suceden en su mente, mas su cuerpo permanece tenso y pronto las decenas se acumulan en un vano intento de consuelo. Está a punto de darle la bienvenida a las tres cifras cuando una voz masculina la regresa de su estupor.

—Discúlpeme, señorita, pero ya llegamos a Resembool. Debe bajarse aquí.

La castaña sondea su alrededor, encontrando que los pocos pasajeros que la acompañaban se desprendían de aquel mutismo con un vigor renovado que ella parece no poder alcanzar.

—A menos que usted desee regresar a Central —proporciona el guarda, confundiendo su vacilación con inquietud.

—No, no, todo está bien —le asegura Sheska, sonriendo como aprendió a hacer desde que obtuvo su primer empleo—. Resembool es mi parada, después de todo.

El hombre frente a ella hace un gesto de no creerle, pero le permite levantarse y la sigue en silencio hasta la salida del vagón. En cualquier otro momento, los sentidos de Sheska rezumarían peligro ante un extraño tan cercano a sus espaldas. Sin embargo, y por razones que no logra ubicar, el sujeto en cuestión le inspira cierta clase de confianza. Casi como…

—¿Tiene amigos que la acompañen a casa?

Está a punto de comentar su situación como visitante inesperada cuando toda su atención se ve robada por la persona que más anhelaba ver.

—Winry... —musita de forma ahogada, congelándose en su sitio. El malestar vuelve a extenderse en su cuerpo, haciéndola sentir inestable y ansiosa—. No... No creí...

—¿Que estaría aquí? —completa la mecánica de automail, firme como siempre mientras acorta los pasos que aún las separan—. Sabía que vendrías sin importar lo que pasara. Lo menos que podía hacer por ti era esperarte. —Sin embargo, a menos de un metro se detiene y el contacto visual se rompe—. Sabes que no tenías por qué molestarte.

—¡Claro que tenía! —refuta la mayor, envalentonada por la palmada en su hombro de lo que ahora reconoce como una muestra de apoyo paternal. Con los nervios a flor de piel, camina hasta pararse frente a su amiga y deja en sus manos el ramo de rosas—. Winry, ¡felicidades, felicidades, felicidades!

Los brazos de la cumpleañera se cierran en torno a las flores, contemplándolas con creciente euforia. Una sonrisa crece y la piel de sus cachetes se enrojece mientras ríe de alivio y alegría.

Sin dar respuesta, aborda a la castaña en un abrazo apretado y demandante con su diestra. El ramo se mantiene ileso gracias a su mano izquierda, mas su pulso titubea cuando Sheska la atrae contra su cuerpo y todas sus terminaciones nerviosas se desbocan. Suspira con la sensación de esos pechos maduros presionándola y jadea ante el perfume ajeno que la cercanía le ofrece.

Su rostro arde como despedida al crepúsculo porque ya no necesita del sol para mantenerse cálida. Siempre que la tenga a ella, Winry sabe que el frío no volverá a alcanzarla.

—Gracias por venir, Sheska.

—Nunca soñaría con perderme tu cumpleaños. —confiesa, ocultando el rostro en uno de los hombros descubiertos. Se muerde los labios cuando las primeras lágrimas caen—. Perdón. No quería llegar tan tarde, pero no podía dejarla así.

—No seas tan tonta o me voy a enojar.

—Pero...

—Es obvio que tu mamá tenía la prioridad —interrumpe la rubia, terminando el abrazo para hablar con toda la seriedad que la situación precisaba—. Y lo entiendo, Sheska, y no estoy molesta porque yo habría hecho lo mismo por mi abuela. ¿Y sabes qué más? —La aludida niega con la cabeza, sabiéndose incapaz de formular más palabras—. Sé que habrías hecho lo mismo que yo hice por ti. E incluso más porque eres demasiado, demasiado amable —acaba en un susurro, juntando sus frentes con un suave toque.

Los ojos azules y los verdes se sonríen, encontrando juntas un atisbo de paz. La vida sigue siendo tan dura como siempre, las recompensas a sus esfuerzos pocas veces son las que esperan obtener, pero todavía siguen luchando. Y, lo que es más importante, se tienen la una a la otra para no volver a luchar en soledad.

#pridewrite #pridewrite2022 #th2 #pw alt9 #f: fullmetal alchemist #c: sheska #c: winry rockbell #s: sheswin

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queenhollyberry90 · 2 years

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I find it interesting now that Jack Evans isn't with AEW anymore and Angelico is now getting tv time. He's going to lose but he's still getting tv time

#aew #aew dynamite #th2 #angelico #jack evans

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ziraelfell · 5 months

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The style of the First and Second Doctor who.

#doctor who #classic doctor who #classic who #meme #th2 Doctor

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the-kipsabian · 7 days

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angelico 💜

#thats it thats the post #i love him your honor #i also miss jack evans and th2 like crazy watching old episodes but god yeah. angelico ough #sigh #wrestling musing

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jimothantheclown · 3 months

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gay transgender, queer transsexual, or faggot transvestite

#th2 answer may shock you!!!!!!?!#yes #learning more about queer history -> better understanding of queerness and reclaiming fag #learning about gender history -> better understanding of queer gender and also #understanding why people describe themselves as transvestites still today #I don't know if the term is for me but yall rule #trans #transgender #transsexual

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thermodynamic-angel · 6 months

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Ggrghrghi f3el zickn wnd sl33py alreasdy iwadnnq kms

#i forgotqbor th2 heaviness.#mmmmmmmfun...#im ginn a bsgh mybead in5o a walll #꒰ঌ♡ 𝟽𝟽𝟽.ramble

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iloveyouitisruiningmylife · 9 months

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me @ your future partner

there is no future partner shut up

#wait i needed to say this first ill go listen to th2 song now #vio love

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daydreamidea · 2 years

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Coffee

“You put honey in your coffee?”

“It’s instant! I need to add something with more kick, you know?” A thin breeze flowed along the side walk, pushing along leaves in the early October air, swirling around Zarias thick winter boots. The pom-pom on her tuke bounced as he tilted her head back, dumping the dark coffee down her throat, continuing to walk along the pavement with her newly meet blonde companion on her left. Clydiscope’s white ankle boots crunched on some leaves as she skipped along, making new friends is always such an enjoyable time for her and just starting college left her scooping up people in conversations left and right.

Even little things like coffee were such a good conversation starter, and now Clydiscope was really invested in this girl, who had just introduced herself as Zaria a minute before. Immediately Clyde could tell she was cool, not just from the hoodie and gloves, but from the neck tattoo she could almost see and the nose piercing she completely could. Plus a coffee order that seemed blasphemous? Sign Clydiscope up as interested in this chick, and not just as a friend. Now out of the house Clyde could start dating and Zaria seemed like just the gateway drug her mother was always spouting warnings about, but in all the best ways.

That, or Clydiscope was just easy to impress by doing anything out of the total norm. Her mother was a cop turned nurse and her older sister was military showstopper, she grew up surrounded by upstanding citizen awards and praise for being such a well behaved child. Zaria alluded a confidence in herself that her older sister had and then some. She walked with confidence, drank her weird coffee with confidence, and screamed to everyone who passed by ‘I am here and you’re not changing that’.

It was everything Clydiscope loved about bad boys in films, the skater boy they sing about in music, and bad influences they warn about in PSA’s, all wrapped up in what Clyde though was the perfect visual package.

“You and I should get coffee some time! I would love to see the look on a baristas face when you ask for honey in a black coffee.”

“well well, forward much! Take me out to dinner first.”

“How about my number to start?”

#th2 #pw15 #pride month #pridewrite2022 #OC Zaria #OC Clydiscope #original character

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