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Pity the Mayfly (ch. 3/?) - an Astarion/Tav fic

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Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

You had come to the Gate to forget your past, discard your elven name, and pursue alchemy against your family's wishes. On a visit to your old keep, you're found by the Nautiloid, and everything tilts sideways.

“No.”

You blink. “No?”

The human druid crosses her arms. “Absolutely no outsiders.” She jerks her chin towards you. “And certainly not to some wayward wood elf with ridiculous paint on her eyes.”

You knew you shouldn’t have done your makeup again. You rub your forehead. “Terribly unkind of you, saer.” It's a struggle to keep frustration out of your voice, but there’s a literal, actual bear snarling at you right now, and you'd rather leave with all of your limbs intact. “We wish an audience with your healer.”

Wyll puts a hand on your shoulder. “Please,” he says to the druid. “She is a worshipper of the Oak Father. She offers medicine.”

Annoyance flares in you. “Wyll—”

“It’s still medicine,” he whispers to you.

A dwarven druid, who has been silent this entire time, finally speaks. “You must be the wood elf Kagha mentioned.” He beckons to the human. “Jeorna, this one knows about the viper bites. Let her through.”

Jeorna rolls her eyes at you. “Fine. You’re apparently wanted, woodling.” She looks down at the dwarf. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she hisses.

The dwarf ignores her and beckons you forward. When Wyll automatically follows behind you, Jeorna shakes her head. “No.” She points to you. “Just the alchemist.” In a low, warning tone, she adds, “Behave yourself.”

You look back at Wyll. He raises both hands in supplication. “I’ll be near the training rings,” he says. “Come right back when you’re able.”

The dwarven druid— Mino— all but frogmarches you through the Grove. It's a small, almost claustrophobic place. Wayward animals doze, graze, and wander through the grass. You feel an odd shiver of recognition when you pass a stone statue of Silvanus. Fox’s Keep had a larger idol near the Elders’s Hall, though it had long since mossed over with time. This statue, however, looked nearly new. The prayers around it are in a language you can't place. Magic hangs thick in the air, teasing at your skin like humidity on a summer’s day. A few druids meet your eye as you pass them; none are wood elves, and you feel relief.

Mino leads you down into the caves, deeper still than the tiefling camp, until the rock opens up into a large alcove. Your eyes need several seconds to adjust. A wolf, dozing in the corner, lifts its head, regards you with its dark orange eyes.

“Kagha,” he calls, and his voice echoes through the chamber.

Two other druids-- the only other residents in the chamber-- are focused on something in the center of the room. At Mino's voice, they turn to regard you.

A human druid steps aside. “A woodling,” he says. He isn’t smiling. “You’ve wandered far.”

You remove your hat. “Blessings of the Oak Father be upon you.”

The man’s eyebrow raises, but he still doesn’t smile. You clear your throat, look away from him. The wolf’s lips curl into a snarl. You look down at your feet.

Mino speaks beside you: “This is the one Kagha asked for.”

You look up at the other druid. With a start, you recognize her as a wood elf. It's too late to run, but your legs itch all the same.

It seems she's recognized you in turn, because she speaks to you in Elvish. “Welcome, sister.”

You feel vaguely dizzy. You take a step backwards and clear your throat. “Well met, sister,” you respond in turn. Your Elvish is clumsy, unpracticed: Even in the keeps, you preferred Commonspeech.

“Are you the one going by a child’s name?” the woman asks in Common. “Is there any particular reason why?”

Fuck, you think. Fuck fuck fuck.

“It’s my preferred name,” you answer. “What might I call you?”

Mino steps away from you. The human druid looks between you and the other wood elf, his curiosity plain. You feel cool sweat trickle down your collar, into your undershirt.

The other wood elf tilts her head. “You may call me Kagha,” she says. “What is your elven name, sister?”

“Just Tav is fine,” you say, though your mouth is dry.

There’s a heavy pause after that. Kagha’s smirk widens, and for a moment, you think, I’m not going to get away from this, I can’t—

“Tav it is, sister,” says Kagha. To something— someone— at her feet, she says, “And where do you think you’re going?”

There’s a tiefling girl at her feet, no taller than Kagha’s waist. She’s crying heavily. “I didn’t…” she gasps, “I wasn’t— trying to— I’m sorry—”

Something on the ground moves, and you bite your tongue to keep from exclaiming. A horned opalite tree snake rears its head high in the air. You blanch when it turns to the girl. The child wails and turns away, as if to escape, but the human druid grabs her wrist and forces her upright. Even he looks a little ill as he catches Kagha’s eye.

“Please, Kagha,” he says quietly. He spares an uneasy glance at the snake. “Even Halsin wouldn’t—”

“Halsin,” Kagha snaps, “isn’t here, Rath.”

The tiefling girl is nearly incoherent, struggling in Rath’s grip. The snake sways back and forth as it stares at her. You know an intimidation display when you see one.

“Don’t,” you shout, and both druids turn to you. “That snake will kill her.”

Kagha narrows her eyes at you. “That’s the plan.”

The girl doubles over on herself, pushing at Rath’s hand around her wrist. “Let go!” she screams. Rath looks uncomfortable for a moment as he instinctively bats her hand away. At the last second, his face stills, and he yanks the tiefling girl upright again.

Kagha laughs.

Anger flares in you, red-hot. You stride forward and snatch the snake by the neck, just behind its head.

Rath gasps. The horned opalite tree snake makes an abortive little sound as it writhes in your grip. As you loft it in the air, away from the tiefling girl, its body curls around your forearm. It squeezes, hard—

You turn the snake’s head to face you. “Oh, no, little one,” you say to it. “You’re no constrictor. You can’t fool me.”

Was it you or— was there a flash of indignation in the snake’s eyes?

From your side, Mino draws a blade. Rath takes a step forward, dragging the tiefling girl along with him. “How dare you—”

Kagha raises a hand. Both men hesitate.

She addresses you in Elvish: “Unhand Teela immediately, sister.”

You reply in Common: “You can’t let her bite the child.” Staring Kagha down is difficult, but you try anyway. “At her age, she’ll die. Painfully. That is not the way of the Oak Father.”

The snake’s— Teela’s— tail flicks against your arm. Kagha scoffs. For a moment, you worry you've overstepped, that the snake will be turned on you--

“Do not harm the child," Kagha says to the snake. "Return to me.”

Teela begins to unwind herself from your arm. You guide her to the ground. Teela's species could lunge several feet, and so you leap back in anticipation.

Luckily, Teela ignores you entirely. Kagha kneels, and Teela crawls her way up her waiting arm.

“What know you of the Oak Father?” Kagha asks, her voice ice. Before you can answer, Kagha waves at the girl. “Begone, thief. Stay out of my sight.”

The girl hesitates. She stares at you, her dark eyes wide and wondering. Teela settles on Kagha's shoulders.

You kneel to her level. “Go on, little sprout,” you whisper.

It’s as if your voice shocks the child awake. With a cry, she shoves past you and sprints up the stairs. Her sobs follow her all the way up until, finally, they disappear.

Kagha strokes Teela’s head as you straighten up. “You haven’t answered my question," she says.

You grit your teeth. “Tav is my name.”

“We’ve established this.” Kagha briefly turns to Rath, who bows. “Go and fetch Nettie.”

Rath nods and walks further into the cave. Kagha continues: “Where is your home?”

“My mother is Fox’s Keep.” The words are beginning to exhaust you. “I live within the Gate.”

“Far from both,” Kagha replies. “You seek a healer this far east?”

“I and my party—” This still feels surreal; you’ve never had a party. You’ve always walked in proximity to other groups, or you hitchhiked on other people’s carriages. You clear your throat. “We’re all trying to get home, but we have a…parasite. We seek assistance from your healer, but it seems he’s missing.”

“She’s right here,” says a new voice. Rath has returned with a dwarven druid in tow. He steps aside, and the woman puts her hand over her heart. “I’ll take her, Kagha.”

Kagha wordlessly gestures to Nettie and steps aside. Teela stares intently at you; her tongue flicks incessantly, scenting the air. Her neck curls into a small s: ready to bite, should you come too close. You don’t plan on it.

As Nettie leads you into the back of the cave, she speaks to you over her shoulder. “A tadpole, then?”

“Yes!” You rush to keep up with her. “Can you remove it?”

Nettie pauses to give you a strange look. “I’m going to be honest—”

The two of you step up into a wide library. It's completely empty, and you realize Nettie has repurposed it into a study. You would kill for space like this. The animal statues appear to stare at you as Nettie weaves past tables. “Master Halsin would’ve known what to do with you," she says, "But I’m interested in trying.”

She stops at a small apothecary along the back wall. As she rummages through a shelf, you glance over the potions sitting around: Potion of Hill Giant Strength, Potion of Angelic Reprieve. Several other plant species sit around in haphazard piles. A salt of something-or-other sits, paste-like, at the bottom of a mortar.

Nettie shoves a small stack of books out of her way. “As far as I know, there’s a cure for the mind-flayer tadpoles. Everything will be fine in no time, but this cure doesn’t come cheap.”

“Gold is no object—”

Nettie looks over her shoulder at you as she rummages more. “Gold isn’t of use to us.”

I beg to differ, you think bitterly. What you say is, “Fine.”

You shrug off your pack and open it. You tilt it forward so she can see the bottles inside. “This is Lesser Harpy Spider antivenom," you say. "I can make some for the Rosebush viper.”

“We have rosebush viper antivenom already,” Nettie says, exasperated.

What? Why were the druids keeping it for themselves? You point to the cave ceiling. “Do the tieflings know this? Because they’re getting bitten left and right.”

Nettie throws up a hand and turns back to the apothecary. “Then that’s their problem. It’s a difficult recipe, besides. Pain in the arse to make.”

“Let me look at it, then,” you say, pressing both hands to your chest in supplication. “Please, Nettie.”

She spins on her heel to face you, frustration in every line of her face. “The arrogance about you— rosebush viper antivenom is hard for any alchemist, and the yield is low. You’re not going to be any different.”

“Then I offer one more set of hands. All I need is the recipe. I can milk the viper myself.”

Nettie puts both hands on her hips and shakes her head. “Then that’s two things you ask of me.”

“If we can find Halsin— if we can get you your archdruid back— then will that repay our debt?” You’re begging now, but the tadpole aches behind your eye. Nettie’s jaw ticks. She stares down at the floor.

A thought occurs to you:

—steal it steal it steal steal steal take steal it steal--

It’s a tiny, hissing voice: insectoid, high-pitched, like the Intellect Devourer from yesterday. It feels like you, or it feels like a you that’s been buried deep inside you for decades, one just awakening now. Something pops behind your eye, and you hiss in pain. Even the low light of the cave becomes excruciating. You cover your eyes and turn away from Nettie.

“Poor thing,” she murmurs. “Let’s cure you now, and we can haggle later.”

You feel her grab your forearm. Thankfully, the tadpole stops squirming, and you open your eyes. Nettie holds a long thorn in one hand. As you watch, she lines it up with your radial artery. The plant smells acrid, almost like grave dirt.

It's a briar from a Kelemvor’s Kiss. You know: you’ve handled it yourself, dozens of times. It burns the skin open as surely as wildfire. You writhe in her grip. “No!"

“Hold still,” Nettie grunts. Her fingers tighten painfully around your wrist.

“That is poison.” You twist your own arm, struggling to escape Nettie’s grip, but the druid is stronger. “Nettie! Absolutely not!”

“This is—” She grunts again, yanks you towards her, “—the only way—”

“I have antivenom for that, too,” you snap. It isn’t wholly a lie, but said antivenom is miles away from the Grove. “I’ll just cure myself and be on my way.”

Nettie glares up at you. “Not for this strain, you don’t. Hold still—”

The thorn brushes against your skin; you can already feel a hot itch start from where it touches you. Panic flares in your brain, and the tadpole squirms again. If you don't get out soon, she will let the briar's poison eat you from the inside-out.

You raise your other hand. “Let me go!”

And Nettie stumbles backwards, coughing. You’ve only thrown up smoke, just enough to disorient her, but you must’ve been desperate enough to overcast: it obscures the air, and no matter how much Nettie waves, it doesn’t dissipate for several minutes. The briar drops to the floor.

You draw your staff—

“Hold,” Nettie wheezes. Her silhouette holds up both hands. “No need for violence. A fight doesn’t cure you any faster.”

You can barely hold the staff straight. “You don’t have a cure,” you say.

“The cure is death.” Nettie coughs again, waves around on a shaky inhale. You can finally see her face paint again. “You’re going to either die a mind-flayer, or die with your wits about you.” She points an accusing finger. “I know which I’d choose.”

“If I’m dead, you’ll never find Halsin.”

You expect Nettie to laugh in your face. It’s a flimsy bluff; surely she knew that. To your surprise, Nettie merely sighs. “I know. And I’m not enough to serve the whole community.” She clears her throat. “People keep getting themselves in messes.”

You remember her accusation around the antivenom: the arrogance about you.

You lower your staff. “You literally can’t keep up,” you say quietly.

“I’m one person.” Nettie puts both hands on her hips. The smoke is gone now, and she suddenly looks exhausted. “How am I meant to cure every idiot who wanders into a snake den?” She pinches her fingers together, points them at herself with emphasis. “It’s meant to be Master Halsin and I,” she says. “We’re meant to work together. Now it's just me."

You’ve strained your hands trying to keep up with orders before. This is an exhaustion you know intimately; you can almost hear the screaming voices reverberate in your shop. It was all the worse when you hadn't been able to sleep for your pain.

You holster your staff across your back. “All the more reason to get him back, Nettie.” You hold out a hand. “You don’t deserve this.”

Nettie waves you off. “Maybe I don’t, but it’s the way of things, so.”

“I’ll see what I can do, yeah? Give me the antivenom recipe and a few hours.” You look meaningfully at her workbench. “And past that, we plan on looking for Halsin.”

Nettie scoffs, but she lets her arms hang limp. “Go on, then.” She jerks her head towards a shelf a few feet away. “Second scroll from the right.”

"I won't let you down," you say.

When you move towards the bench, she grabs your wrist again. You balk, but Nettie has nothing in her hands to threaten you with, and you breathe in deeply, trying to calm yourself. Her voice is low, conspiratorial: “Look at me, woodling, and listen well.”

You meet her eyes; they’re fierce, determined. Nettie continues, “You have to promise me you won’t let yourself go illithid.” She snatches a dark bottle up from her workbench, presses it into your palm. “Take this before you turn. Promise me you will.”

It’s wyvern poison, judging by the label. The viscous black fluid sloshes around as Nettie folds your fingers over the bottle. You have no intention of taking it— you know all too well how it works— but you can’t say no to her, not when she looks so desperate. Besides, would you even want the risk yourself? Hadn't you just spoken to Astarion about this?

“I promise, Nettie,” you say.

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You purposefully don't tell Wyll about Kagha's race: about how she was a wood elf, about how she saw right through your name. Everything else, however, you report to him.

Wyll doesn't take the news well. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Tav.” He rubs his forehead. “We’ll be squids before we find that druid.”

Screaming children run around your feet, waving wooden swords at each other. You keep your voice low. “She gave me wyvern poison and told me to take it. We’ve hit a dead end here.”

Wyll shakes his head. He watches the tiefling children with a keen eye. “The druid it is then,” he sighs. He puts both hands on his hips. “There’s got to be another way,” he mumbles to himself.

You proffer the scroll. “At least she gave me an antivenom recipe,” you say, but it’s half-hearted.

Wyll looks to you. “For the tadpole?”

You wince. “For the, um. The vipers, actually.”

Wyll exhales, hard, and shakes his head. He wanders a few steps away, stares at the ceiling, breathes deeply.

When he returns to you, he points to the scroll. “That will help. Those bloody things are all over, and their bite stings worse than a devil's tongue."

“I don’t think anyone deserves to get bitten.” You unroll the recipe, skimming it for the first time, and— oh. Nettie was right. This will be a pain in the ass to complete. At least you’ll have something to do. “She’s doing all this by herself. No wonder she’s antsy.”

When you look back to Wyll, he wears a soft smile. “Kind of you to offer your help,” he says, and it isn’t sarcastic at all. You smile back.

“Who’s training these children?” comes Lae’zel’s voice from the other side of the ring. She looks at the excited children with blatant disgust. “They are unsupervised.”

Wyll unsheathes his rapier. “Go make your witches’s brew,” he says over his shoulder. “Looks like I’m due to supervise.”

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Later in the afternoon, Wyll, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart leave to scout to the west. Gale returns to your little camp to study. This leaves you and Astarion alone.

He eyes you up and down, and then he smiles. “Let’s stay away from each other."

“Agreed,” you say. You have to find ingredients for the antivenom, anyway. The last thing you needed was Astarion in your ear, whining about charity.

There are merchants all over the tiefling camp. It’s a wonder how anyone ekes a living at all, given lack of coin and resources. Asking around points you to an older, human woman in one dim corner. You have to pass a tiefling loudly bragging about his internship with Lorroakan, and you shove the jealousy down.

The human lights up as you approach. “Hello, petal!” She clasps both hands together. “You look like you’re in need of something.”

You have to fight to be heard over the wizard tiefling. “I'm in need of quite a bit of somethings.” You unfold a small piece of parchment from your pack. “I have quite the list.”

“Let Auntie take care of you, then.” The woman tilts her head. “Tell me everything.”

The merchant, it turns out, is knowledgeable and well-equipped. Speaking with her feels easy; the tension of the Grove melts off of you as you card through her wares. She even has rosebush viper venom ready. For this, you trade off the last of your Lesser Harpy Spider antivenom. After all, you could always make more when you got home; you need to survive to do that, and Nettie needed the antivenom immediately. Having something to do— someone to talk shop with— calms your anxiety, if briefly.

If you weren’t illithid yet, and if there was truly no cure for the tadpole, you might as well work to distract yourself. It wasn’t the first time you had worked your way through pain: you’ve done plenty a late-night horizontal study in your bed, using Mage Hand to hold your books aloft. Judging by the blood in your smallclothes this morning, it was only a matter of time before it hit you again.

Hesitantly, you ask the merchant— who insists you call her Auntie— if she has any Yellow Gnoll’s Ear.

She hums in thought. “For pain, dearest? What ails you?”

“Inflammation, actually.” You recall the Upper City healer’s explanation. “I…I struggle.” You lower your voice. “With my—” You cough, averting your eyes. “My cycle.”

The woman holds her hands up high. “Ah,” she sighs, “the curse of being a woman.”

It’s a little more than that, you think, but you stay quiet.

The women shakes a finger at you, smiling. “I’m fresh out, unluckily for you. But if you come down to my cottage, I know I’ve got a box-full, and more besides. We’ll get you fixed up in a shake of a lamb’s tail.”

You perk up. If the cottage wasn't far, you could try convincing the group to go. “Where?”

“Why, just south of here. Down the path, where the river splits.” The woman waves a hand. “You can’t miss it, petal. Let Auntie Ethel take care of you.”

You push away the voice in the back of your head, the one saying, Something is wrong. “I’ll try to make time,” you say. You kneel to close your pack, which now bulges with bottles and raw ingredients. Ethel had been unfairly generous with you, and you had more than enough supplies for your party. You’d surely be up all night for Nettie’s antivenom, but maybe the recipe was faster than it looked. You fumble with your pack’s latch and curse under your breath.

“Allow me,” Ethel says, and she snaps her fingers. The air crackles with magic— brief, smelling like ozone and wet leaves— and your pack snaps shut.

“Thank you,” you gasp. As you stand, you heave it onto your shoulder with a grunt. “I didn’t think to do that. Perhaps that Yellow Knoll's Ear is needed more than I realize."

“Don’t worry yourself a whit, petal.” She waves a hand. “Off you go, then. And visit your Auntie soon, won’t you?”

You hesitate. Something was definitely wrong.

You stare at Ethel for a moment, but her smile only grows— impossibly— wider. The tadpole twitches.

You nod at her. “Be well then, Ethel.”

“Please, dearie,” she simpers, with that too-wide smile. “Call me Auntie.”

You clear your throat and turn away from her.

The pack is heavy. At least you were getting some well-needed exercise; wasn’t that what the healer had suggested? The last thing you wanted to do when you were screaming with pain was exercise. Better to get it in while you were still well.

But if you didn't get that Yellow Gnoll's Ear...

You try to distract yourself at another merchant’s table. This one is piled high with clothes of all colors and fabrics. You slow as you pick through, gently nudging shirt sleeves and robe collars out of the way to look at the wares hidden below. Your other set of robes was still that embarrassing, dirty orange. You set your pack down on the floor. You didn't have much money, but you could try to haggle.

Astarion’s voice floats to you: “—and really, who was I to say no, with them looking so delectable—”

You scan the crowd for him. After a minute, you spot him at a potion seller's booth several tables away. The merchant's red cheeks have turned a dark violet shade with embarrassment. They giggle, averting their eyes from him. Astarion carries on with renewed vigor, gesturing wildly.

“Welcome, stranger,” says a voice in front of you: a drow in a long black robe. They steeple their fingers as they look appraisingly at you. “Might I be of assistance?”

You realize you still have a fresh set of robes in your hands. They’re a rich blue velvet; you eye them with envy. “Oh.” You set them down and try to smooth out the wrinkles. “Just browsing, unfortunately."

The drow makes a thoughtful noise and nods at the robes. “A pity,” they say. Their voice is tranquil, almost musical. “Those would have matched your eyes quite splendidly.”

Well, that was a change from the druids; maybe it was worth doing your face after all. You shrug and rub the back of your neck. “Thank you for noticing.”

“Another victim of the Nautiloid, I presume?”

“You presume correctly.” You press your hand to your chest. “Tav.”

The drow bows to you. “Xane,” they say. “Pleasure.”

Folded among Xane’s wares is a white ruffled shirt. You hesitate. The construction is sturdy, stitched with care. Embroidered roses trail up one side of the the chest in off-white thread; you run your finger over them.

Unbidden, you think of Astarion mending his clothes. His shirt had been so thin, and he was wearing the very same doublet with it this morning. You remember his knobby spine, his shaking fingers on the needle. How long had he owned those clothes?

“May I?” you ask, gesturing to the shirt.

Xane nods. “Be my guest.”

You skim your fingers over the shirt's ruffles. Cotton fabric: durable, yet soft on the skin. You shake it out and hold it up to your torso. It’s a little oversized, but you figure Astarion’s a little broader than you, anyway. It would fit him perfectly, and it would last longer, too.

Xane hums with approval. “That looks good on you.” They pinch the shirt’s waist, tilting their head thoughtfully. “Perhaps it will need taking in. For a small fee, I can do it for you by nightfall.”

“This isn’t for me,” you say. “It’s for my…”

You glance at Astarion, who has leaned entirely over the table to flirt with the potion seller. The story he tells would make a whore blush, and the tiefling claps her hands with delight.

Astarion puts his hand behind his back. Something shiny and golden glints between his fingers: a ring, pilfered from the merchant's table. As he laughs, he tilts it between his knuckles and slips it onto his pinky.

You look back at the drow before they can follow your gaze. “Friend,” you say to Xane.

Xane raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Why don’t you bring your friend here? Let’s see how it fits them, yes?”

You turn again. Astarion’s back to browsing the potion seller’s wares as they attend to another customer. His right hand, now sporting the stolen ring, makes a fist behind his back. A twitch of his thumb, and the ring slides into his back pocket.

“Astarion,” you call.

He jumps. His head whips around to you. “Yes, darling?”

You jerk your head towards the drow. “Come over here and give me your opinion on something.”

Astarion grins. “Oh, finally. You’ve come to your senses and decided to wear something nicer than those beaten-up old robes.” As he approaches you, he presses his fingers to his lips. “Mm.” He stops at your side and shakes his head. “No.” He points to the shirt in your arms. “That’s all wrong for you.”

“It’s not for me,” you say.

“It’s not?” Astarion leans into you, his grin turning a little smug around the edges. “Oh, tell. Who’s it for?”

You unfold the shirt and hold it up to Astarion’s chest. All at once, Astarion’s smirk disappears, and he goes very still.

Xane smiles, makes a noise of understanding. “I see,” they say, clasping their hands together. “A better fit for the gentleman.”

The drow was right: the shirt is just to the width of Astarion’s shoulders. You feel a little bit of pride, seeing Astarion so speechless. “A perfect fit for him,” you say.

Astarion stutters. “I…for me?”

You nod at Xane. “I think that does it. We’ll take it.”

“Fifty,” Xane replies. They’re already reaching for their coin purse in anticipation.

Fifty gold pieces: steep, but it was less than such a shirt would cost in the Gate. You open your own purse to dig out a fifty-gold piece. You were running low on coin; perhaps you could sell off some ingredients to make up the difference. Before you can second-guess yourself, you hand the coin off to Xane.

“How much?” Astarion asks you quietly.

“Think nothing of it.” You push the shirt into his arms. You gently pat his shoulder. “It’s a gift. It’ll look good on you.”

He stiffens under your touch. You look up.

Astarion—

Astarion is white as a ghost. His lips press into a thin line as he stares at you.

You take a few steps back, your smile falling. “Oh. I’m sorry, Astarion.”

A beat. Then—

Astarion throws his head back and laughs. “Aren’t you polite?” He rubs the shirt’s fabric between thumb and index finger, looking down on it with a critical tilt to his head. “I suppose it’ll do,” he muses aloud. “Though I’ll have to take it in, slightly.”

Xane tsks. “I firmly disagree, saer—”

“Ah.” Astarion holds up a finger. “I know what I’m doing. But,” and here he gives Xane a pinched smirk, “Thank you.”

You bow to the merchant “I’m so sorry about him,” you say. “Moon elves, you know.”

Xane shakes their head as they hold your coin up to the light. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, unfortunately.” They're as placid as ever.

Astarion huffs indignantly. “Rude girl,” he snaps at you. “If you hadn’t just spoiled me, I might’ve had to do something about your attitude.”

It’s just a shirt, you think. How were you spoiling him? Surely he could afford it.

Couldn’t he?

You pocket your coin purse and wish Xane a good day. As you turn to go, someone grabs your wrist.

“Wait a moment,” Astarion says, sounding frantic. He drapes the shirt— carefully— over his forearm. “Fifty, was it?” As you turn to face him, he digs out his coin purse from his pack. It’s beaten around the edges, just like yours. “I wish you’d warned me,” he grumbles. “We’re not exactly high rollers out here.”

You wave a hand at him. “No! No. Astarion, it’s…”

Astarion scowls at you. “Absolutely not. I don’t do debts.” He retrieves a few coins, holds them out in a closed fist. “Let me give you the gold and be rid of it. Then we can put this behind us.”

You make a gentle pushing motion with both hands. “I’ll not have it.”

“I’ve got to pay you back somehow,” Astarion snaps, but there’s a desperate edge to his voice. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it.”

Astarion looks livid. You inhale sharply. “Um.”

You look around. You needed something concrete— something you needed, just as badly as he had needed a new shirt. There are a few tieflings having a meal just feet from you. Above them, radiant sunlight filters down from a crack in the cave wall.

“Name it,” Astarion says, “But don’t you dare hold this over my head.”

“Just…you can...” You think back to the awful, watery coffee from camp that morning, and it clicks.

“You can…buy me coffee!” You give Astarion your brightest smile; you’re sure you look faintly manic. “How’s that?”

Astarion withdraws his hand, raises an eyebrow at you. “Fifty gold pieces buys an awful lot of coffee,” he drawls; suspicion laces through every syllable. “I’d rather take coin, myself.”

His words feel familiar; you’re hesitant to acknowledge why. “Just the one cup will do,” you say. You tuck your hands behind your back; you’re the very picture of nonchalance. “One cup of good coffee, yeah? And we'll call it even.”

He’s still staring at you as if you’ve transformed into a Candlekeep dart frog, but he drops each coin, one by one, back into his purse. “Aren’t you a cheap date?” he murmurs.

“If you’re going to survive the chill at night,” you say, nodding to the new shirt, “You need something more durable than what you’ve got on. This isn’t the Upper City, you know.”

Astarion huffs again. “No,” he says. “I suppose it isn’t.”

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True to Nettie's word, the rosebush viper antivenom is dastardly. You stay up as long as you can and only eke out two bottles's worth. When the sky begins to turn navy, you slip into a quick trance.

You wake to the smell of hot coffee in your tent. A large wooden mug sits just outside the entrance, steaming with black coffee. You sniff it experimentally, but you can smell no poison.

Your first mouthful tastes thick and heady, almost burnt. You hum with satisfaction.

Astarion is on you the second you step out. “There,” he says, nodding to the coffee in your hands. “We’re even now.” He sneers at you, waves a hand dismissively. “Put on your face, won’t you? You look exhausted.”

You note, with satisfaction, that he’s wearing the new shirt.

#astarion ancunin #tavstarion #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #pity the mayfly #look at me posting fic in the middle of the night lmao

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indietourney · 4 months

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Hey, is there a list of competitors that has there names instead of icons? Some of these I want to check out but, I don't recognize them by their icons.

Hiya! You're in luck :D

I've been keeping a list of titles to keep track of the competitors since the beginning, for my sake and now for yours too. Feast your eyes!

Logic & Optics The Witness, Monument Valley, The Room (series), FEZ

It Takes a Village Owlboy, Night in the Woods, Bug Fables, Spiritfarer

Like Clockwork Cook, Serve, Delicious! (trilogy), Bejeweled 3, Satisfactory, Creeper World (series)

Darkness Falls The End is Nigh, Rainworld, LISA: The Painful, Brutal Orchestra

The “Flash”backs FireBoy & WaterGirl (series), The Bart Bonte Collection, Duck Life (series), Learn to Fly (trilogy)

The Walls are Written GRIS, Titan Souls, Flower, FAR: Lone Sails

Four Square Fair Just Shapes & Beats, thomas was alone, 140, Super Hexagon

The Gun Show Deep Rock Galactic, ShellShock Live, Risk of Rain 2, Nuclear Throne

Heart of the Cards One Step From Eden, 100% Orange Juice!, Dicey Dungeons, Rounds

My Home Away From Home Cult of the Lamb, Aground, Stardew Valley, Forager

Test of Temperament Give Up (series), I Wanna Be The Guy, Jump King, The Impossible Quiz (series)

Team-Building Exercises ibb & obb, Sky: Children of the Light, Vitamin Connection, Pico Park

Retrogradation Creepy Castle, Tower of Heaven, The Messenger, Old School Musical

Speed Menace Freedom Planet (duology), Spark the Electric Jester (trilogy), SpeedRunners, Azure Striker Gunvolt (trilogy)

Blood for the Blood God They Bleed Pixels, Dead Cells, Hotline Miami (duology), ULTRAKILL

Jump Up, Super Stars! Electronic Super Joy (duology), Umihara Kawase (series), Woodle Tree (series), Yooka-Laylee (series)

Traveling Companions Alto's Adventure (series), Fruit Ninja (series), Plants VS. Zombies (classic), Canabalt

The Chessmasters Bloons TD (series), GemCraft (series), Wargroove (duology), Pit People

Just Plain Adorable Sushi Cat (series), Pikuniku, A Short Hike, Petal Crash

LevelWare D.I.Y. osu!, Baba is You, Levelhead, Crayon Physics Deluxe

“Flash”bang Deep Sea Hunter (duology), Age of War (duology), Raft Wars (series), Bubble Tanks (series)

Untold Horrors LIMBO, Fran Bow, Dread X Collection (series), Yume Nikki (series)

Answer: Fisticuffs Tunche, Skullgirls: 2nd Encore, Guacamelee (duology), Them's Fightin' Herds

Neverending Dungeons Darkest Dungeon (duology), Rogue Glitch, Loop Hero, Noita

Please check each of these games out as time allows and as you desire. Use the divisions to roughly sort the competitors by genre and theme :)

And happy new year to everyone! I'm in the midst of winter break, and as such I can happily say I intend to resume progress on this project after an unpredictably indefinite hiatus. Thank you all for staying tuned!

- Zettaflake

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aquadestinyswriting · 5 months

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Seven Snippets, Seven People

I got tagged for this ages ago by @druidx, and again more recently by @athenswrites. I think I do have seven snippets, so let's get this started. Placing said snippets under a cut to save peoples' dashes. I might have shared a couple of these previously, but I wanted to share them again, just because.

No Pressure tags: @sparrow-orion-writes , @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @freedominique

The sight of the shining white, if somewhat cracked and charred, marble of Toreguarde seemed like a far distant memory to the majority of the adventuring party who had just landed in front of the city gates.The owl archons that had transported the motley group of humanoids, single dragon and large awakened wolf bowed deeply and flew back up into the swiftly closing portal above.

“Down p’ease.” he stated, already leaning away from his mother in anticipation of his request being granted. Meredith huffed another sigh as she readjusted her grip and hauled the little man back towards her, “Not yet, Gavid.” she said patiently, “It’s busy, and I don’t want ye getting lost before we’ve even got to where we’re staying.” Gavid simply pouted and grumbled some more, crossing his chubby little arms defiantly, “Not get lost.” he muttered, “I a big boy.” Meredith bit back her chuckle and hugged the little boy, "I know ye are Gavid, but folks round here are a lot bigger than back home. I'll let ye down when we get to where we're staying, aye?" All she got in response was a huffy ‘harrumph’ while her son sulked.

Tick, scrape, tick, scrape, tick.... Selene’s brow twitched as she stared at the mechanical monstrosity that was now sitting on the dresser in the master bedroom of the cottage she and Edwin shared. Why, in all the Gods’ names was there a timekeeper in here?! Edwin poked his head around the door from the corridor outside, “Alright, I managed to find Bridget’s boot. It was stuffed under…” he trailed off, brows bunching together as he looked up only to see his partner glaring daggers at the silvered clockwork item. Selene shifted her gaze to the door, her eyes narrowing further upon seeing the perplexed expression under Edwin’s beard, “Edwin, why is this in here?” she asked, gesturing to the timekeeper with a nod of her head, her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

Selene huffed as she looked out of the window at the rain outside. She had rather been hoping it would stop so that Caitr could spend some time outdoors and properly burn off the energy she still had in abundance. The Arcane Librarian was brought out of her thoughts by a muttering voice in her ear, “Stupid godsdamned idiot of a man…” Dwena’s voice grumbled through the Whisper spell. Selene bit back her snort as she replied, “Which one?” she asked, “I mean, I can help you if it’s Thaddeus or Thazaar but not so much if it’s your husband.” The auburn haired wizard could practically see Dwena rolling her eyes, “No, it’s the new divination specialist, he’s pretty full of himself.” came the reply, “In any case, Thazaar’s called an emergency meeting and asked me to get hold of you.”

"So mind telling me why you didn't want to go to Arborea?" Elowyn looked to Meredith, who was leaning back in her seat. The Woodling quickly looked back to the view out of the tavern window, feeling a flush of embarrassment on her ears. Meredith grinned widely, propping her elbows on the table, chin resting on her knuckles, "So, have ye actually been back to see her again yet, or are ye trying to avoid bumping into her again?"Elowyn almost spat out the water she'd just taken a sip of. She quickly swallowed the liquid, somehow managing to avoid choking as she turned to glare at the smirking dwarf, "I'm not -- how did you. --?" She stammered, before flinging a napkin in Meredith's face. Meredith simply laughed, "While I ken that ye're still as embarrassed about the damn 'livin' saint' thing as I am; I do remember being told ye had to visit the place again with the others at one point. All I did was put two an' two together." She pointed out. Elowyn huffed, but couldn't quite manage to stay annoyed at the woman beaming at her from across the table,

“Abouna, you’re staring.” The mild-mannered voice of the Woodling matriarch startling Edwin out of his reverie. He blinked and tore his gaze away from where the Grand Magus had just exited the office and looked down at the greying woman. Oakrose placed the book in her arms on the table and looked over to the door, “I must admit, it’s nice to have Selene come round more often again. Poor love’s not really been over so much since Alexis up and left.” Edwin tried to ignore the guilty pang in his gut at the statement, and instead focused his attention on the parchment in front of him, “She’s probably just making sure I’m settled in alright. I’m amazed she’s found the time, given everything going on.” he replied smoothly. Oakrose shrugged and fluffed up some cushions on the chair next to the fireplace, “If you say so Abouna.” she said, “Now, give us a holler if you need anything. And might I suggest that next time you take to staring at the Grand Magus, you focus your attention a little higher.” she added, smirking to herself and humming as she left. Once the middle-aged Woodling was gone, Edwin let his head fall onto the desk with a hefty ‘thump’, his ears burning and turning an interesting shade of maroon, “Galana preserve.” he groaned, “Do all Woodlings have eyes as sharp as Alexis?” he muttered.

“I’m sorry, but we can only allow those who truly follow the Earth Mother entry, you’ll need to find help elsewhere. Good day.” Morag huffed a distressed sigh and shook her head as the old cleric who’d opened the door of the local temple of Throff went to close it. She jerked her head up as Gruk growled and Hilde made a noise of protest. The smith’s hand shot out and held the door firm, “Ye want proof that we’re not just some filthy Moradhir here to ruin yer day by reminding ye that Kherillim loves all her children, ‘true’ worshippers or no?” he asked. He raised his voice and straightened his back as the cleric glared at him, “I am Gruk, son of Ovak son of Garuld and I claim the heritage of the Stonespeaker clan, the unbroken lineage Blessed by Kherillim Herself. Now let us in before I end up doin’ something we’ll both end up regretting!” Morag blinked. Of course she’d heard that Gruk’s father had been adopted, but to claim the name of an extinct clan? She glanced over to Hilde, who was nodding fervently along with her father’s speech, “An’ if you need some actual, paper proof, here!” she added, pulling a thick roll of parchment from out of her pack and thrusting it into the cleric’s hands. She shrugged as the rest of her family sent her puzzled looks, “What? Auld Derek had it out anyway. I think this is the amended one he’d been working on after Merri handed that old journal to him.” she added. Gruk rolled his eyes at his oldest daughter, returning his attention to the cleric, who’s eyes had widened, “Th- that’s not possible. The Stonespeaker line were all executed by decree of King Jotunn during the last set of Purges.” he stammered. He looked back up at Gruk, most of the colour draining from his face. Gruk snorted, “Then d’ye mind telling Throff that? Because, apparently, She’s seen fit to Mark ma youngest daughter and I’m no’ exactly happy about that either.”

#writeblr tag games #seven snippets seven people #writeblr community #titan fighting fantasy

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101ocs · 2 months

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//📼 sam :3

//GRAAAH MY BABY!!!!! he was seven at this time so not transitioned yet :3

TW: Humiliation.

“And the best soloist award is given to…Sam Vega!”

Sam couldn’t believe it when she heard her name being announced. Everyone clapped for her in the audience and on the stage she sat on, smiling and burning their eyes into her relentlessly. Her face heated up in a second or less. Standing across the stage was her ballet director, who coached her to stand up and take the trophy that the judges thought she deserved. Sam obeyed her orders and approached the announcer’s podium. The cheering continued.

“Congratulations! How do you feel earning this award today, honey?” the announcer asked with a bright smile, clearly not understanding just how horrible this was for the little girl standing in front of her.

The microphone waved in her face. Sam’s eyes began to water.

“Guh…” her voice echoed throughout the theater louder than she had anticipated. Clutching at her white skirt she wore her solo piece ‘Angelic Snow,’ she tried her hardest to get the answer out. “G-Guh…go-oo-ood.”

That cheering she heard devolved into quiet snickering and whispers across the crowd. The trophy was gifted to her along with a vibrant blue sash to proclaim her victory. The microphone remained in her face despite the obvious indication that she was uncomfortable.

“And what dance company are you from, sweetie?”

Sam’s lips quivered. Trying her hardest not to burst into tears, she hurriedly leaned in toward the device to reply and get it over with. “Wuh-W…Wuh-oo-oo-oo…Woodl-l-lyn Dan…Dan…” She slaughtered it. The subtle giggles shifted into hollering laughter in less than a second. Attempting to finish her sentence, tears shot from her sage eyes and off her face. “Dan-ce S…S…Stu-Studio.”

Once she was finished completing her answer, the laughter mixed in with cheering again. And even though people still tried to support her by clapping and whistling, all she could hear was the faint sound of laughter continuing to ring throughout the auditorium.

When it was finally over and she took her bow, Sam rushed back to her team and sobbed uncontrollably. Her coach took the little girl off the stage to comfort her thoroughly. But by the time she looked into her eyes, she knew this would haunt her for the rest of her life.

#sam 🍄#[🧡]#oc ask game #vie <33

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druidx · 2 years

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Last line tag

I got tagged by @zmwrites <3

This is from A Treatise on Woodlings, a pamphlet by Jarmo Parker of Gumthane on the elusive woodling race of Allansia (aka a glorified list of headcanons). Here he cautions the unawary about the detrimental effects of tannins...

Woodlings sometimes do not leach all the tannins from the oak-nut; I found myself on occasion feeling quite unwell, after a bevy of acorn coffee, bread, cake, and candied nuts had been consumed.

Tagging: @strosmkai-rum @spacetimewraithwrites @wildswrites @tetrodotoxincs @odysseywritings @ayzrules @morganwriteblr @my-writblr @bexminx @writingingraves @dreamwishing @aalinaaaaaa @wardenoftheabyss @pleaseloathemyveryexistence @jaguarthecat @catharticallysarcastic

#writing #tag game #last line tag #wandering words #fighting fantasy #titan fighting fantasy #original character

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thunderboltage · 2 years

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🎶 The best time to wear a striped sweater

Is all the time 🎶

#he a lil frizzy from the static electricity #still cute tho <3 #but what im tryna say is that we ready for that sweater weather cause having 100°F heat for over a week is so broke #pokemon #whimsicott #grass pokemon #fairy pokemon #doodle woodle #i my me mine

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heartsfourdazai · 3 months

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౨ৎ. KISSING YOUR FRECKLES

SYNOPSIS: basically just the bsd men kissing your freckles all over your body bc i headcanon chuuya with face freckles.

FEATURING: chuuya nakahara, dazai osamu, nikolai gogol

WARNINGS: tooth-roting fluff<3 hopefully not too short, but short enough to be detailed, unedited writing

MUTUAL MENTIONS: @justcallmesakira , @silverbladexyz , @ruified , @riiwrites , @ruanais , @rusmii , @elizais , @pinklacydovey , @atsquie , @atlasnessie

MENTIONS:@yaeeko , @weeeezyrain , @actinglikewriter , @fyocute , @candyomgg , @hopelessbluebird , @nikolaisredpompom , @valenxvalen , @m3lody-fee , @ mehanimefun-fun , @leyla3x0 , @astr3eaa , @my-loved-figure-skates , @caayye , @periodslay , @chuuya-brainrot , @h3ll0kitty3 , @woodle , @funnelcakechurro , @t3chn0chan , @na-ps , @sleepy-and-lazy , @krabby-patty010 , @crystalzoldyck99 , @saffronaliii , @yakistraw , @spencerleni , @ttachyxx , @merscarolscaramoucheplease , @terururuko , @onlinewhisper14 , @iratherawan , @anonymousnomedhera , @moth-of-mythos , @star-light18464 , @tojisth0tt , @waiting-for-cass-to-save-me , @trickingsociety , @semipathyopera , @deathrealmm , @probablyzombiedinosaurs

white = couldnt properly tag

you poke chuuyas face over and over as he tried to cook dinner peacefully, well it was peaceful until his childish partner bothered him by poking him.

more specific, his freckles.

"babe?" he asked all suddenly, causing you to daze out of your trance, "huh?" you asked, looking at your boyfriend with a curious expression, "has anyone ever told you, you have beautiful freckles?"

he blushed slightly as you continued to poke your freckles again.

"i mean, shitty dazai mentioned them once, however he made fun of them instead of calling them..." he blushed at the word you used, "beautiful..."

you rolled your eyes, "that man never knows what he's talking about! I'm serious, there very pretty..." you smiled, "thanks." chuuya nods, going back to his cooking.

it wasn't hard to ignore you though, your pokes made him flinch every time because of just how sensitive his face was.

"yours are...too.." he complimented and you paused your poking on his face, "r-really?" now it was your turn to blush, which made chuuya grin, "yeah doll, I'd say there the most prettiest of them all." he leaned close to your face, turning off the stove to not caused a fire as he brought his lips closer to your cheeks, "chuuya! what-about dinner??" your mind was racing as you felt your boyfriends hot breath on your face; "it's basically done, but i'm not with you, sweetheart!"

you yelped as he suddenly pinned you to the wall and started to kiss your cheeks, more specifically your freckles on your cheeks, which caused bubbly laughter to escape from your lips chuuya could kiss for hours on end.

"chuhuya!" you laughed, "you may just have more pretty freckles then i have, what do you think?" you shake your head, giggling your top off, "no??" he gasped dramaticly making you laugh more, "well, allow me to prove you wrong, doll~"

your day was filled with chasing and kissing from your boyfriend<3

"should i cover these up?"

your voice caused your boyfriend to look up at you as he sat on your bed. you were in front of your makeup mirror that was on your desk, that was covered with school paper, makeup supplies, candies, and a whole lot of who knows what else.

he watched ad you held up concealer to your freckled face dazai would die for. he let's out a extremely dramatic gasp, almost cauing you to jump out of your seat as you looked back at him with a "what the fuck happened" face.

"ARE YOU UNWELL, WOMEN??"

"excuse me-AAHA??" you screamed as your boyfriend tackled you to the bed with him. you squirmed on top of him as he grunts, turning you on your stomach as he laid on the bed.

"dazai- what the hell- hehey!"

your anger turned into giggles as you felt his lips peck your face over and over. you were trapped in his massive bear hug as he held you tightly against his chest.

"stoahap!!" you giggled, trying to turn your head away from the boy who grabbed your chin gently to keep kissing your freckles, "now, what makes you think you should cover your adorable freckles?" he asked, taking a pause to kissing you to pinch your cheeks.

"it wahaas just a question!!" you yelped as he kept kissing you.

"it was a stupid question..these are so cute on you, bella~ dont you dare be ashamed of them!!"

"nikolaiahaha!! sto-AHWOW!!" you yelped once again as your boyfriend cuddled you into his arms and bite your cheek.

"i told you to stop biting mee!!"

you glared at him as he gave you a cheeky grin before nibbling on your cheeks, "ihmf cantfmp hempgf it-"

"yeah, you can help it!" you pout as he started to gently kiss your cheeks again. they were soft at first before he suddenly dug his teeth into the flesh of your skin.

"you told me you wanted to KISS my freckles, not BITE them off!!"

you weren't wrong-

he wanted to kiss them soooo bad. how could he not want to, they were soooo cute on you!!! made you look like a child, and when you smiled they moved with your smile and it made his heart melt.

"your cheeks are just so soft, dove, it's a challenge not to bite those cute cheeks of yours~"

as he started to kiss your freckles again, you grew more comfortable and leaned your head to his chest- "OW- okay- IHIM done!!"

just as your about to walk off, your felt yourself get dropped back onto nikolai's lap-

"noooo, don't leave~ lemme kiss youuu!!!" he tried to kiss your cheeks again, even your lip, bit you leaned away.

this went on for the next hour.

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thearmyprof · 1 year

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Waiting for Sunflowers to Bloom Ch. 3

Rating: M

Pairing: Jin/Jungkook

Word count: ~17k (ch. 3: 3,776)

Chapter: 3/5

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol!AU, Fantasy, Fairy Tale

Warnings: No major warnings, see tags below for more details

Prince Jungkook was foretold to have a prosperous and fulfilling life, as long as he weathered the storms on the horizon first. Luckily, he has his trusted companion and best friend, Seokjin, and a wood full of fae folk to help him. A bedtime story about a kind-hearted prince that defeats evil, heals his people, and finds love along the way.

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44570485

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Minor Violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Fairy Tale with a Twist, Fairy tale remix, Nymph Kim Namjoon | RM, Dragon Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Leprechaun Min Yoongi | Suga, Pixie Park Jimin (BTS), Changeling Kim Taehyung | V, Protective Bangtan Boys | BTS, minor character death

CHAPTER THREE.

Time slips away. Jungkook celebrates his seventeenth birthday with his new found woodling friends. They keep their soft spoken promises to not leave him alone. This is made easier as autumn shifts into winter again. Winter is even harsher this year than last. The snow falls heavily and no one wants to spend much time outdoors. Hobi eventually retreats to his room to fall into his annual slumber. This year, though, with Hobi’s consent, Jungkook visits him often to curl up among the dragon’s warm scales to nap and spend time with his sleeping friend.

The woodling fae companions notice, ever since the unfortunate poisoning incident, that Jungkook is wont to have days of melancholy. As the snow piles higher, and excuses to get outside for sunshine and physical activity grow scarce, they often catch Jungkook staring into the fire or sleeping all day with Hobi.

One evening, during one of these melancholy days, Yoongi and Namjoon find Jungkook nestled by the fire. They sit down in the chairs next to him without him noticing their arrival. Only when Namjoon reaches out a hand and gently shakes Jungkook’s shoulder does the younger man blink at them in recognition.

“Little princeling, is everything alright?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook nods in response, his brows pinched a little in confusion.

Namjoon gives Jungkook’s shoulder a squeeze. He asks, “Is there something that ails you?”

“I’m fine, hyungs,” Jungkook says.

Both older men look at Jungkook for a moment in silence. Jungkook goes back to staring into the fire.

“What are you thinking about, princeling?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook hums before saying, “Wondering about home. Well, no, wondering about my friend. He said he would come to me after he settled things at the castle. But I’ve heard nothing from him in a year.”

The wood nymph and the leprechaun exchange a loaded glance. Yoongi says, “Is this the captain of the guard? You’ve not spoken of him much.”

“We grew up together. He was my attendant before the Queen promoted him. Seokjin hyung. I miss him dearly. I hope he is faring well.”

Jungkook pulls his legs up to his chest, tucking his feet into the cushion of the chair.

“We’ve not had much news from the human kingdom,” Namjoon says, tone cautious. “I could send for information and maybe see if we can find out what is delaying your friend.”

Jungkook brightens at this. He says, “Really? Oh, that would be wonderful. Thank you, hyung.”

“It will take a while. Much of the woodland is sleeping now. News will come more readily once spring returns,” Namjoon warns.

Jungkook nods his head vigorously. He looks more awake than he has in days. He says, “That’s okay, hyung. Any news will be welcome when it comes. I just hope all is well.”

“I will do what I can, little princeling,” Namjoon says. He gives Jungkook a warm, dimpled smile.

Jungkook returns the smile as he says, “Thank you, hyung.”

No news comes until late spring. And it does not come from Namjoon’s connections at all, but from Jimin and Taehyung recently returned from a trip to a nearby settlement to trade. They had spent time meeting up with fae from other realms while they traded magical potions and goods. These fae brought tidings of the human kingdoms.

“There are rumblings of war, hyung,” Jimin says to Namjoon.

Both Namjoon and Jungkook had been reading quietly by the fire after dinner, when the pair of travelers settled down next to them to bring the tidings.

“War?” Jungkook asks with a meek voice.

Both Jimin and Taehyung nod grimly.

“There seems to be a lot of unrest in your realm, little princeling,” Taehyung continues. “Ill rumors are spreading because the King has not been sighted by a soul in six months. Meanwhile, the military seems to be recalling troops and stockpiling goods, weapons, and armor.”

“How can the kingdom go to war if there is no King to lead the troops?” Namjoon asks.

Jimin coughs quietly, as if to clear his throat. He says, “I have one theory. I think the Queen might have assumed a shadow rule. She’s been practically acting as regent for years now. If she’s been vying for control of the realm, this is the next logical step.”

“And what of the King?” Jungkook whispers. He’s visibly paled in the last few minutes.

“I’m sorry, princeling,” Jimin murmurs as he runs a comforting hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Taehyung nods and says, “If no one has seen him, it’s probably not good news, dear princeling.”

Jungkook nods slowly and swallows the lump in his throat. He doesn’t understand his emotions. He barely knows his father. The King spent more time with courtiers and advisors, rarely deigning to set his eyes on the prince. He feels silly being sad about the news of his possible death.

“We will try to find out more, princeling,” Namjoon says.

As the summer grows late, no more news comes from the human kingdom. The same troubling rumors of military expansion and possibly war on the horizon doesn’t abate. Jungkook spends the season outdoors, traveling the forest and spending time with the plants and creatures there.

One of Jungkook’s favorite tasks becomes healing the small injuries of woodland creatures. Turns out the young prince has a talent for potions and salves after reading through the fae’s large library. He collects healing plants from the woods, turning them into concoctions and balms that speed recovery, keep fevers at bay, and aid in sleep.

The woodland creatures learn through the whispers of the forest of Jungkook’s healing prowess. Soon, Jungkook finds that creatures purposefully cross his path during his wandering in order to be treated. He takes to carrying around a sack of healing items in order to help who he can.

One afternoon, while wandering a path looking for a particular herb Jungkook was running low on, the Prince comes across a small doe. Her leg looks like it had been potentially caught in a trap, but somehow pulled free. She is limping, barely able to walk at all.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Jungkook murmurs.

He sets to begin helping the deer immediately, pulling out his salves for aiding the recovery. He bandages the leg, whispering kind words to the doe as he works. He sings a lullaby that Seokjin used to sing to him when he was a boy and the deer waits patiently for his nimble fingers to finish their healing.

“You should be okay now,” Jungkook says. “Be careful for the next few days to not lose the bandaging.”

The doe immediately stands up, clearly relieved to have more ability to move now. She darts off into the woods, leaving Jungkook to clean up his supplies.

Where the doe had lain, there remains a beautiful silver comb. Looking at it, Jungkook is reminded of something else from his childhood—of Seokjin fixing the prince’s unruly hair, his tender ministrations easing Jungkook’s nerves before going before the King and courtiers. Jungkook slips the comb into his bag to bring home with him.

Back at home, Jungkook finds his dragon friend lazily sitting by the creek in his human form. The sunlight beams down, warming Hobi’s body as he lets one hand skim the moving water.

“Hey, hyung, have a good day?” Jungkook asks.

Hobi hums an assent. “What about you, little princeling?”

“I helped an injured doe,” Jungkook says. “She gave me this comb as a gift. Isn’t it pretty?”

Jungkook holds the silver comb up to the sunlight to show the dragon the present. Hobi’s eyes flash wide, when he catches the glimpse of something on the metal in the sun.

“Drop it, princeling,” Hobi barks.

Jungkook drops the comb immediately. Hobi rushes forward and grabs the prince’s hand. He pulls Jungkook to the creek and thrusts his hand under the running water.

“There is poison on the tines of that comb, little princeling,” Hobi murmurs as he makes sure Jungkook’s hand is completely clean. “I will have to look more closely to see what type of poison. You said it was a doe that gave it to you?”

Jungkook nods mutely watching the cold creek water run over his hand.

“Probably someone in disguise. I’ll tell Namjoon when he returns. He’ll hopefully be able to gain some more information. Don’t worry, little princeling.”

The news from the human-kind grows more grim as the autumn leaves begin to show their many colors on the deciduous trees heralding in Jungkook’s eighteenth year of life. Armies are amassing along the border, on both sides of the border, of two of the human realms—the birthplace of Jungkook and the birthplace of Jungkook’s stepmother. As the whispering of war grows, Jungkook’s worry and melancholy grow as well.

“It doesn’t make sense though,” Jungkook muses over a meal one day. “Why would the Queen go to war with her parents’ kingdom?”

“We don’t know what trials she faced in her birth realm,” Namjoon says, his jaw tense. “Perhaps it was not a happy place for her.”

Jungkook nods at this. An unhappy childhood in a cold castle without nary a sighting of his own parents, he can understand that.

“I do worry about all the soldiers drawn into this feud,” Jimin sighs. “Come spring, when the fighting begins in earnest, there will be many casualties.”

Jungkook feels the pang in his heart as he thinks of Seokjin. When he last saw his friend, he was the head of the royal guard. Surely, he is involved in the war efforts.

“Where are you, our little princeling?” Taehyung says in Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook gives Taehyung a wan smile. He says, “Sorry, I am worried. For the people. For my friend. It all leaves my heart uneasy.”

After Taehyung gives the prince a sad smile, Jungkook turns and asks Namjoon, “Still no word about the King?”

Namjoon shakes his head sadly. “I fear when we do finally receive news, it will be ill-tidings.”

“Come,” Hobi speaks up in a bright voice. “I saw frost on the grass this morning. I grow sleepier by the day. Let’s talk of happier things tonight, while I can enjoy being awake with you all.”

The fae all smile at Hobi fondly. Jungkook leans into his dragon friend softly.

“Yes,” Jungkook says. “Let us speak of happier things.”

As spring blossoms and the earth warms, the normally joyful atmosphere is dampened with a tension, felt throughout the forest. The normal celebration at the renewal of life feels muted and the occupants of the little cottage find themselves on edge waiting for the ill tidings to come.

All except for Jungkook, who seems to have taken on more energy after the winter slumber. From sun up to sun down he spends outdoors, traveling the length and breadth of the forest. Most days, he convinces someone to go with him—the fae still unsure about leaving their youngest charge alone after the repeated attempts on his life.

Sooner rather than later, the news they were fearing came. On the same day, the birds brought tiding of violence erupting on the borders and the trees brought the strongest rumors yet of the King’s passing. The war has begun. The fae look to their princeling cautiously, seeing only the tick in his jaw as any indication he heard any of the reports at all.

The next morning Jungkook heads out again, only returning in mid afternoon to start working on the earth outside the cottage. He tills and plants in a small patch of land. When one by one the fae come by to ask what he is planting, he just smiles softly and says, “You shall see.”

Spring warms into summer, although the air remains tense and subdued. Every morning brings messages of new battles fought along the borders. Tales of refugees fleeing the towns on the line between the two territories come by woodland creatures and travelers alike.

Each of the fae do what they can to help the innocents caught up in the violence. Yoongi and Namjoon organize supplies and bring them to the camps that have sprung up just outside the forest. Jimin and Taehyung travel further to bring medicine and food to the large makeshift hospital that is erected in the East. Hobi leaves for weeks at a time and no one is quite sure what he is doing.

Jungkook, on the other hand, sticks to his routine. He tends to his garden and travels his route around the cottage, collecting supplies and herbs for the home and helping those that cross his path. Along with the wildlife he’s grown accustomed to healing, he now also helps the occasional refugee that comes his way. He does his best to not make a fuss about such interactions, as he knows his fae companions are sure to not wanting him spending too much time with strangers.

However, he craves the moments he comes across a new person. Each traveler brings news from the frontlines of the battles and those fighting. He just knows Seokjin is out there fighting, but he has yet to receive any word of him. With each passing day, Jungkook refuses to give up hope that he will hear news of his friend.

Jungkook crosses the creek after tending to his garden and follows his now well-worn trail into the forest. Midsummer is coming up soon and the berries are beginning to ripen. Jungkook stops along his walk to gather many into his satchel that he brought along specifically for this purpose. The black juice of the berries stains his fingertips purple as he sneaks a few into his mouth. The berries are still warm from the sun and incredibly sweet.

When he cannot fill his bag any further, Jungkook continues on his way down the trail. Birds are singing quietly, as they have been doing this year, subdued as the rest of the world. A gray rabbit crosses his path and stops to sniff the air towards him. Jungkook kneels down to be closer to eye-level with the bunny.

“Hello, there,” Jungkook says. A smile graces his lips.

The rabbit thumps its hind leg once and then continues on its way back into the underbrush.

Jungkook continues his walk.

Later in the afternoon, Jungkook comes across a young girl, sitting under a large evergreen tree. She’s dirty and her clothes are certainly worse-for-wear. If Jungkook were to guess, he thinks she is about ten years old, maybe a bit older, depending on how malnourished she truly is. Next to her is a bag that looks almost as big as her torso. Propped up on the bag is a large stick that Jungkook imagines she’s been using to help her walk and maybe to defend herself as well.

“Hail, there,” Jungkook says, smiling. “What brings you this far into the forest, young miss?”

The girl’s eyes widen a bit upon seeing Jungkook. She stands on shaky legs and attempts a bow. Jungkook fights the impulse to run forward to catch her from falling. She manages to right herself, instead.

“Hello, good sir,” the girl says in a small voice. “I have been traveling to escape the war that consumed my village with fire. I seem to have gotten lost from my party, however. Are you familiar with these parts?”

“I am, yes,” Jungkook says with a nod. “Tell me which way you would like to go and I will direct you there.”

After chatting with the girl and confirming she is not injured in any way, Jungkook gives her directions towards where she says is her encampment. Despite not wanting to relay yet another story to the fae about interacting with a stranger, Jungkook will need to tell them that it seems like another refugee encampment has sprung up along their borders.

Jungkook triest to prod for news of Seokjin, but this girl seems to not know much beyond news of her own kin. The prince tries not to let the lack of information on his friend hurt and instead focuses on the hope that the next traveler will have information.

“Good sir, please,” the girl says as they stand ready to part ways. She pulls out a shiny red apple from her bag and hands it to the prince. “Please, take this as a token of my appreciation.”

Jungkook waves the gift away immediately with both hands. He says, “I couldn’t possibly take your food from you.”

“No, it’s quite alright. I have more in my bag. I found a lovely tree bearing many fruit on my way here. Please, it would mean a lot to me to know you would receive this,” the girl implores. She has a small pout on her lips that pulls on Jungkook’s heartstrings.

He says, “If you insist, I will take it. I will even be sure to enjoy it before I am home again.”

He takes the apple and carefully places it in the pocket of his cloak. The girl beams at him, making the whole exchange worth it.

“Farewell, good sir,” the girl waves as she makes her way into the forest.

Jungkook continues his walk without any more interruptions until he is back at the creek outside their cottage. The last of the sun is still shining on the grass and Jungkook decides to soak it in before going inside to see who is home this evening.

He lays on the grass, feeling the gentle heat of the sun and listening to the babbling of the creek nearby. He pulls out the apple the girl had given him and takes a large bite. By his second bite, he starts to wonder if maybe the sun is too strong. Of course, that doesn’t make sense, the sun is retreating in the sky now, it shouldn’t be getting warmer. Maybe he’s just tired.

He closes his eyes and relaxes all of his limbs into the grass, letting the rest of the apple roll away from him. He feels heavy, as if a hefty blanket has been draped across his body. Yes, he’s tired, he thinks. He decides it can’t hurt to just nap here for a while.

When Jungkook awakens, he is surrounded by darkness. His first thought is that it’s strange no one from the house thought to bring him inside at sunset. Surely, someone would have come looking for him. However, when he tries to sit up, he finds that he cannot move. He feels heavy or as if he is under water. He strains to make anything out in the darkness and cannot see anything but black. He tries to listen and hears nothing.

Then from far away, he hears a familiar voice. Namjoon, he thinks. But the sound is muffled, hard to make out. He focuses all his energy into turning the fuzzy sound into intelligible words, but soon grows tired. When sleepiness overtakes him, he decides to rest and try again later. He falls back into his dreamless slumber.

Namjoon had found Jungkook, sleeping by the creek, shortly after sunset. The woods had whispered to him that the young prince was still napping there and the trees were worried. Hurrying back from his supply run, Namjoon discovered the princeling sound asleep in the grass where he had lain down that afternoon. A light dew had collected on his body.

Namjoon didn’t truly worry until he couldn’t wake the princeling up. He rushed the boy into the house and took him to the fire to warm up and dry off. No one else would be home until tomorrow. Namjoon cursed his luck.

After warming him up by the fire, Namjoon took Jungkook upstairs to the princeling’s bedroom. There, Namjoon tucked his sleeping charge into the comforters before rushing to his library to see if he could determine what was wrong with the boy. He also sent word to the forest to collect as much information as possible on what had transpired.

When the other fae rushed home upon getting frantic messages from Namjoon, they each did what they could to wake their little princeling. However, both mundane and magical attempts were of no use.

Two weeks passed and none of the fae had ventured out of the house, each taking turns sitting with Jungkook while he slept. When they weren’t sitting with the prince, they were working on potions, spells, and research to see what could be done to rouse him.

One day, about two weeks before Jungkook’s nineteenth birthday, Jimin goes out to collect plants from the forest. He has an idea for a poultice that might help the princeling. However, only moments after he leaves the cottage he comes running back inside.

“Hyungs! Taehyung! Come quickly!” he yells into the house.

All the fae come running down the stairs, panicked looks on their faces.

“What is it, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi asks, pulling on his boots. Everyone else is doing the same while looking towards the pixie.

“Just come look outside!” Jimin shouts. He throws the front door open again and waves everyone out.

What the fae see when they look towards where Jimin is pointing has them collectively gasping. Out, where mere weeks ago there had been a garden of growing green plants, now stood a field of bright yellow sunflowers all trained towards the sun just beginning to show over the treeline.

“He planted sunflowers,” Taehyung breathes out in wonder.

“A whole field of sunflowers,” Yoongi murmurs.

Suddenly, they are all pulled away from the sight by a loud sob. They whip around to see Hobi kneeling on the ground, head bowed, shoulders shaking with his cries. The rest of the fae are quick to rush towards him and envelope him in a group hug.

“What if he doesn’t wake up?” Hobi gasps out between sobs.

Yoongi shushes him and says, “We can’t know that will happen. Perhaps he is like you and just needs to rest for a while. Soon he will be awake again and smiling for us.”

Jimin sniffles and says, “He needs to awaken to see his sunflowers.”

“Let’s bring some up to him now,” Namjoon suggests. “We can leave enough to enjoy out here and still fill his room full of sunshine.”

The others agree and get to work brightening the whole cottage with yellow sunflowers.

Hobi casts a spell on the cut flowers in the cottage to give them longevity so they may bloom for a full year. This way, no matter when Jungkook finally wakes, he will see the beauty and light he has brought all of his fae friends in the little cottage in the woods.

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Chapter 4 >

#bts ff #bts fic #bts jin #bts jungkook #fairy tales #fae bts #musicbingo23 #wood nymph kim namjoon #leprechaun min yoongi #dragon jung hoseok #pixie park jimin #changeling kim taehyung #thearmyprof #fairy tale remix

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fromthebushess · 2 years

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Cherise as a pokémon :D

// so I tried typing Cherise's name on this AI generator that then turned it into a pokémon

I tried 3 times and they all look horrifying

First with my username

Then with "Cherise Woodling"

WHICH I ABSOLUTELY HATE OH GOD

and then with just her first name which turned her into an egirl pokemon

#ooc

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realtime1960s · 2 years

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July 28, 1962 - The Mets won their second game in a little over 24 hours today. Gene Woodling struck the critical blow, a pinch-hit, 2-run homer, as Casey Stengel’s men whipped the Cardinals in St. Louis, 9-8, before 17,179 irritated fans at Busch Stadium. It was a nice present for Stengel, whose 73rd birthday was celebrated after the game at a party conducted by the Mets’ front office. Actually, Casey’s birthday is Monday, but that is an open date for all but All-Star players, so the Mets decided to hold the celebration early. Before beating the Redbirds for the second time in 3 games of a 5-game series — they split a doubleheader last night — the New Yorkers lost a 3-0 lead and fell behind, 5-3. Woodling’s homer in the fifth put the Mets ahead to stay. #MLB #baseball #OTD #1960s #mets #cardinals

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aquadestinyswriting · 1 year

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7 Snippets, 7 People

This has been in my mentions for a while and I only now just remembered it was there. Thanks to @captain-kraken for the tag.

Tagging: @druidx, @asher-orion-writes, @homesteadchronicles, @warriorbookworm, @mariahwritesstuff, @ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds (yes, I know that's 8)

Snippets under the cut to save peoples' dashes because some of these might be quite long. All of them taken from various wips that are sitting in my folders.

Untitled Drabble

“Edwin, why is this in here?” she asked, gesturing to the timekeeper with a nod of her head, her arms crossed tightly across her chest. Edwin glanced over to the timekeeper. The silvered finish glowed in the bright sunshine gleaming through the window, spots on the ceiling refracting off the spinning weights at the bottom as they circled one way, then the other, ticking gently before each pause then change in rotation. He looked back at Selene, who was looking more and more irritated the longer she stood there.

2. Untitled-Elowyn visits Fangthane post-DNS

“Leave yer things in the hall fer now. Get yersel’s in and settled first.” he said, chivvying Elowyn to the sofa. Aurianna leapt down from the woodling’s shoulder, the graceful cat landing on a cushion and settling down with a purr of contentment. Elowyn huffed slightly, but didn’t stop the grin that had spread across her face,

“Seriously, Gruk, it wouldn’t have taken two minutes to put our bags out of the way.” she protested. Gruk scoffed,

“Ye might have gotten a teleport intae the mountain, but ye still had to travel all the way here from the Cathedral.” he retorted, “Now, sit.”

3. The Family Meets Gavid

“Yoruk, what’ve I told ye about minding yer language aboot the wean?” his companion sighed, wrapping the dwarflet sitting in her arms up a bit tighter, stepping off the boat behind him. The dwarflet grumbled and pushed the blanket away with a pout, pointing to the ground,

“Not yet, Gavid.” she said patiently, “It’s busy, and I don’t want ye getting lost before we’ve even got to where we’re staying.” Gavid simply pouted and grumbled some more, crossing his chubby little arms defiantly,

“Not get lost.” he muttered, “I a big boy.” Meredith bit back her chuckle and hugged the little boy,

"I know ye are Gavid, but folks round here are a lot bigger than back home. I'll let ye down when we get to where we're staying, aye?" All she got in response was a huffy ‘harrumph’ while her son sulked.

4. Where Selene comes clean about being Ace

Edwin drummed his fingers on the table, thinking. Things had been going well as far as his life went, especially now that Allansia had been spared annihilation for the second, or was it the third or fourth time, in the last thirty years. Well, things would be going even better if he could just get Selene to sit still for five minutes whenever he brought up the prospect of having an actual family together. He glanced at the timekeeper ticking away on the windowsill, the bright spring sunshine partially obscuring it, but not enough for him to be unable to tell what time it was. The Abouna grumbled to himself,

“Half an hour,'' she said. It’s been almost an hour now.” A shadow fell over his face, causing the bearded man to look up into the rafters of his kitchen. Chrackle blinked at him from his perch,

“On way.” the magpie croaked, “Dwena cornered Mistress after meeting.” Edwin huffed a sigh,

“Gnomes, I swear.”

5. Extra Planar Road Trip

“Finally.” he muttered, “Right, I’ll pass on the info to the Cathedral so they can get a portal sorted out. In the meantime, the pair o’ ye can get to packin’. The sooner the pair of ye are out of danger, the happier we’ll all be.” he added, gesturing between Elowyn and Meredith.

“The happier everyone else will be ye mean.” Meredith groused, “I don’t see His Nibs or his family being shipped off plane every time there’s an assassination attempt.” Yoruk sent his wife a lop-sided smile,

“Oh, believe me, if Uncle Groh thought he could get away with suggesting it, he would.” He laid an encouraging hand on his wife’s shoulder and squeezed it, “It’s not going to be for long and I’m sure you and Elowyn can find enough mischief to get into to keep me and Aurianna on our toes.”

6. Beautiful World

“At least you made it back without spilling the beer.” Edwin slid into his seat with a huff,

“You learn not to pretty quick when you’re living with dwarves.” he said, “The slightest drop and they’re ribbing you all night.” he raised an eyebrow as Selene continued not to lift her head, but instead pat around the table for the mug, grabbing it and dragging it over towards her as she carried on writing, “What are you even doing anyway?”

7. Scene from the original The Trouble with Meredith wip

Once she had cleaned up and washed out her hair and beard, Meredith cautiously opened the package her mother had sent. In it was her favourite everyday dress, some fresh underclothes and an envelope with some kind of loose herb mixture inside with a separate note;

Meredith,

I hope that, following the attempted assassination of the King last night, that you are well and unharmed. Seeing as you didn’t come directly home after that disaster, I thought it prudent to send you a fresh set of clothes and underwear so you wouldn’t need to travel back in your good gown.

Given that I know exactly what else happened last night, I have also sent you a Moon Tea mixture. Take it as soon as you get up! Once you get home I’ll make you some more and then we’ll have a little chat about this concept called ��Personal Responsibility’. You’re lucky that your father is as gullible as he is, or he’d be round there right now, making a new cloak out of your beloved, if Ionah hasn’t got to you both first.

See you soon,

Love, Mum.

#writeblr tag games #aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #I should get around to writing some more for a lot of these #I have too many wips #all snippets are entirely out of context

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traggy-faggy · 3 years

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Hey everyone look

This is a picture of my horse softly chewing on my nose as I hold him like baby.

#woodle tag #woodle <3 #dogs #puppy #dog #dogblr #petblr #cute #pat has a face

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druidx · 2 years

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Writing Bucket List tag game

I was tagged by @writingonesdreams, TY! <3

Rules: list WIPs (and/or general story types/ genres) you would like to finish in your lifetime. Optionally, add reasons for what's stopping you and how far you want to get them (publish/post etc)

WIPs I would Like to Finish (in no particular order)

The MOW Files Novel (Original Universe - The MOW Files)

I would like to Self-Publish this one, or at least post online. The problem with this one is it's very old now and would need to be completely re-plotted, re-written, re-everything-ed.

NaNoWriMo 2017 (modern-ish au) (Fighting Fantasy World of Titan)

As this is technically based on an existing IP with characters belonging to other people, simply posting online would be enough. My issue with this one is the central plot feels awkward, but it's too interwoven to remove it. Also, it needs heavy editing.

Elowyn Investigations (Fighting Fantasy World of Titan)

I would love to post this one, but again, it needs a lot of editing and maybe some re-writes and I don't feel like I have time.

Igazinyoka (Original Universe - The Cryptid series)

I would like to Self-Publish this one, or at least post online. Again, editing is my nemesis. There might also be some plotholes that need filling.

The Skinwalker (Original Universe - The Cryptid series)

I would like to Self-Publish this one, or at least post online. Again, editing is my nemesis. This one not only has sinkholes to eat a town but also needs some secondary plots to fill out the narrative a bit more.

Tales of the Starbound (Starbound)

This is a series of short stories and fanfic so online posting only. Some of the stories only need a spit-shine, but one of them could probably become a novella of its own.

Write-up/ Novelization of D&D adventures (Fighting Fantasy World of Titan)

I want to get these professionally bound for my friends (and maybe posted online too). This lot is a huge challenge - there's over 15 years worth of D&D notes that I want to write up as a novelization, but my notes are sparse, scattered, or generally incomplete. They're also told in a jumble of formats that need deciphering. I'd also want to try and consolidate things like travel time & distance, iron out plot wrinkles and nip & tuck any loose threads or plot holes.

What Alexis Did Next (Fighting Fantasy World of Titan)

I'd like to post this online. My block here is 1, editing; 2, plot holes; and 3, there is a huge chunk missing in the middle about a place that doesn't excite me, so I don't wanna write it.

The Ruby Falls (MOAU) (TES IV: Oblivion)

This is my current main WIP and will be posted online. It's just... huge. It needs so much work and I'm running out of steam with it.

Who watches the Watchman (Fighting Fantasy World of Titan)

Posted online. It needs a bit of editing, but mostly I just can't stick the landing. I have been stuck on the ending of this fic for a year and a bit now. I had an ending in mind... and IDK, I just can't make it work :(

mow files nano10 (Original Universe - The MOW Files)

Posted online or self-pub. TBH I'm on the verge of abandoning this one. It's 10 years old and so clunky. It's not finished and I've forgotten where I was going with the plot, exactly, and I'm not sure it's worth continuing with this one.

My Blade for Thee, Your Son to Be (TES IV: Oblivion)

Posting this one online. I underestimated the size of it, TBH, and it turned from a cute fun idea to a potential entire recharacterization of a main NPC, which is frankly incredibly daunting.

A Treatise on Woodlings (Fighting Fantasy World of Titan)

Post online. This is my glorified list of headcanons. It was supposed to be short! And it grew unwieldy and I ran out of steam. I might go back to this one and see if I can finish it off at least, now I've got a bit more experience with the fictional-non-fiction style.

#tag game #Writing Bucket List #meta wandering words #this has been in my drafts for so long

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peachyunjinnie · 4 years

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any blogs you wanna send love to? they don't have to be writers— i'm trying to prove a point here!❤️️❤️️

this is 1.5k and is officially more than most of my fics- ENJOY I GUESS??

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@jisungsjheekies lin! you are really with woodles and nicole the biggest blogs that are supporting me and i could not tell you how that literally boosted my energy and my ideas to post! your appreciation posts were just something i would see every single day and would really love! you are such a great writer and your selca is WOW just WOW- love ya!!💗

@kinkywoojins SAMMY SAM! okay okay, the moment i realized that i know you hoe i was 😦 like just 😦. DESTINY IS SUCH AN AMAZING THING HAHAHA i love you mom and i love your posts! if you post again i can bet my left eyebrow i will be the first one to read the masterpiece. AND YOU ARE SO SO GORGEOUS LIKE WOW- THE DOUBLE KNOT PHOTOSHOOT WAS A WHOLE AESTHETIC- i love you so sooooo much!!💗

@lordseochangbin Mel, you are probably really one of the accounts that has the best humor. when you post some crackhead posts i just always have to lie down to calm down and not have an asthma attack and die. PLUS you are so talented! the tennis fic was fuCK so GOOD!! i am so honored to say that you my friend on here! love uuu uwu💗

@lixieslexie LEXIE! okay okay okay. you made me nearly cry when you said that you watched Ghibli movies and I COULD NOT PUT IN WORDS HOW PROUD I AM you are really so pure and such a sweetheart and you have found my softspot some way and now you are my C U T I E. i love u💗

@mrbangchannie meggie meg :) you are so precious and you are so crazy! you are an amazing writer, a beauty, crackhead humor queen and such an amazing friend! we have to talk more and send some crackhead pics cuz i need to send it to someone on here but no one would really get it tbh💀💗

@mikoto-ica-fics m i c a okay so, YOUR DEMON EYE PIC WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I AM NOT KIDDING YOU ARE SO SO SO SO PRETTY!! I COULD NOT BELIEVE TO SEE THE EVERY SINGLE ONE ON HERE IS SO GORGEOUS AND THEN THERE’S ME LIKE WOW JUST WOW UNFAIRNESS AT AN ENTIRE DIFFERENT LEVEL- but you are such a pure person and your writing skill is another level of genius. love yuuuu💗

@mini-meanhoe summi🥺 i can’t believe that you are FINALLY my friend and now that we are and the pics you send me of bald stray kids i really do not regret it a SINGLE bit. BUT YOUR FLIRTY ASS NEEDS TO STOP like i kinda just have a constant bellyache from laughing because you of your flirty actions- you are the death of me and i am really not minding it at all hshshhah. also your writing is so good and you have to continue cuz nabi needs more to read! i LOVE you💗

@nightshade-minho miKA i love you and you are so hardworking and i really admire you on another level. i wish i could maintain such a huge blog like yours! you are really a mAgIcAL person cuz no way a normal human being is so cute and talented. when i saw that you’re following me i shit you not i had a 20 minute happydance in my room- imma end this before i expose my cringy ass too much, i luv u💗

@particularemu nicole! we haven’t interacted really but i really had to say this if you see this or something! you are awesome! you are great! you are incredible, you are wonderful! i love you and your sometimes random hyunjin reblogs and i could not get enough of them! i love you lots💗

@starryseung ivy, i saw that the admin changed into mia so imma just say that you both are great and i really love to read the various posts and just to scroll on the dashboard to see your posts! i love you two and you two are really so special!💗

@seungmins-sunshine ANNA I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU nothing else to say than that💗

@shari-skz shari! a fellow hyunjin stan and basically my sister...? anna’s family is complicated and i am so confused with who i am related to on here bUT what was about to say is that you brighten up everyone on here so much through the many hateful and irrelevant anons! i love your child ass and i hope we can talk more in the future!💗

@thevampywarlock aShY AsH I LOVE YOU. I SEE YOU AND I INSTANTLY UWU HARD IDK WHY BUT THE ENERGY YOU GIVE OFF IS SO CUTE I CAN’T EVEN STAY NORMAL AND I HOPE YOU CAN ALWAY COME TO ME WHEN YOU NEED TO AND WHEN YOU FEEL SAD OR SOMETHING CUZ I WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY AGAIN💗

@vocalyunhoamelie!!!! the way we first interacted was so weird and so cool at the same time! and the anonie you gave me on your blog really just hits different🥺 and it will stay our little secret hehee i love you and i hope i can get into more of your ateez work!!!💗

@yangomangos MANGOS! mh where to start, you are so adorable and so...idk just give me cute vibes? i was the most nervous little shit to text you because you kinda seemed like a celebrity to me JHGSJHGJASHHI with all of your work being out there and just thriving! you are such a baby and i will not argue over you being a baby! i love you and i really hope we can have better days in the future!💗

@yoyo-mans haya! i really don’t even know where to start with you! you are really such a huge huge friend for me and i couldn't tell you if i would be still here without you by my side. i want you to know that you are absolutely amazing and beautiful! i love you so much and i hope we can make many memories together!💗

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