Not Risking This Just Before College. I Don't Wanna Flunk.

So I decided to do a 5 colour pallet challenge inspired by one of my favourite art channels on youtube. I think the first one I did came out pretty good. I like the second one but it just feels a bit off..

Wip drawing of one of my DnD characters. This is Sabrina, she's the definition of a murder-hobo but specifically to the supernatural (we're doing a campaign based off of Hunter The Parenting)

A Reaver's Fate

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Clang, creak. Clang, creak. Clang, creeeak. Clang!

The sound of the rusted iron door of my cell opening and closing with the howling wind woke me once more. Blearily, I rubbed my eyes open. The glow from the ever-burning torches faintly illuminated the cell that I’ve called home for—Gods, I don’t even know how long at this point. I sat up on the slab of stone that constituted for my bed, rubbing the remaining sleep from my eyes. I swung my legs around to the open side of the ‘bed’, raising my arms behind my head to stretch. 

Crack!

The familiar sound of my joints cracking brought a small smile to my face. If there’s anything that I’ve learned in my indefinite stay here, it’s to appreciate the small things. The scratchy pillow that the last guard to watch over my cell had given me from his own bedding; The fresh, albeit cold, air that swirled and howled throughout the halls; The—now filled—paper and empty quill another guard had gifted me after I mentioned how I used to make blueprints of weaponry for His Majesty’s army; Even the uncomfy but fitting clothes I’d been given so I wouldn’t freeze. 

A sigh escaped my lips, my cracked goggles fogging up in the chilly air of my cell. Cracking my neck, I got off my bed. Standing up fully, I did my morning stretches. Nightly stretches? Midday stretches? I wasn’t quite sure what time it was anymore. I used to be able to tell what time of day it was by who was guarding my cell. Jenford in the morn, Aylex during midday, and Merrin during the night. Or was it Merrin in the morn, Jenford during midday, and Aylex during the night? I don’t know anymore, it’s been so long since I’ve seen any of them—or anyone for that matter. 

I shook my head, clearing those confusing thoughts from my mind. After completing my stretches, I walked through my cell, inspecting everything. It was a ritual at this point. Go to the door and inspect the rust covering it. More seems to have covered the sliding mechanism where the guards used to slide my food through. I tried moving it slightly with my fingers, but it refused to budge. 

“Must be rusted shut.” I mused to no one in particular. 

After studying the door, I headed over to the wall with what I think is my most recent marking of the number of days I’ve been here. I grabbed the small pebble and added another vertical slash onto the wall, marking the new day.

Next, I head back to my ‘bed’ and fix my pillow, fluffing up so it’s slightly more comfortable during the night. The pillow was the only thing that separated me from the stone while sleeping. The scent of Reeves’ cologne had long since faded with time, though the memory of his kindness still clung to me like a child would to their blanky. 

“I, uh.” Reeves cleared his throat, trying to hide something from me behind his back. “I noticed that you, uh. You tend ta have bruises an’ cuts on your face afta’ sleepin’. So I, uh.” He looked away in embarrassment, his cheeks flushing red as the blood rushed to his face and screwing his eyes shut. He looked slightly like a tomato from the market stalls in King’s Square. 

“Takemypillow,it’lldoyousomegood.” He slurred while shoving a well-worn travel pillow towards me. I blinked for a few awkward seconds, unmoving as I stared at the pillow. He nervously opened one eye, both of us glued to our positions, unsure what to do. 

“Do—do you not want it?” He asked, his lip quivering like a wet dog in the cold. 

His question brought me out of my stupor. I blinked a few more times before responding. “I—I don't know what to say. Thank you, Reeves.” My voice was barely above a whisper and yet it felt like the loudest sound I had ever heard, louder than the bang and explosions of artillery in the cacophony of battle. 

I shook my head, chasing those far off memories away before I broke down again. 

“There’s no use in dwelling on the past, it just makes us weak and liable to ignore the future.” My old Master used to say. 

Master… Gods, I haven’t thought about him in years. Decades? I truly can’t tell how long I have been here for anymore. Still, I miss that sly old man and his strangely useful wisdom. I miss the way he used to braid my hair when it got too long and how he used to sneak confidential scrolls that were far too out of my league into my room to study. 

I chuckled sadly, sniffling as I felt tears prickle at the corner of my eyes. Ah, shit. I’m already breaking down again. I wiped my tears away with my sleeve, only to feel more coming. The tears rolled down my face as my chest heaved for a comforting presence that I knew I would never feel again for as long as I lived. For what felt like days I stood there, hovering over my ‘bed’, sobbing silently and longing for the warmth of the man who raised me. 

When I had finally come to my senses, my body ached. There was also a dull throb in my head that was particularly vexing. Wanting to retain some sense of normalcy, I dragged my uncooperative feet to the pile of paper covered in various diagrams I would draw in my youth. I attempted to sit down, only for my body to collapse in exhaustion. 

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“This place gives me the creeps.” 

“Oh, quit being such a wimp, Gunar.” 

“I am not a wimp! You just clearly lack any self-preservation! If you hadn’t taken this stupid job, we could’ve been in Varmoss drinking right now!”

Davi scowled at the Lizard-folk, she’d had enough of his whining and moaning about their current job. “Shut up, Gunar! I don't ‘lack self-preservation’, you’re just a coward with a drinking problem. Besides, it’s just a clear-cut exploration mission. ‘Explore the ruins beyond the borders of the ancient kingdom of Hemonar. Find out what’s there and if there’s anything of value for Her Majesty’s Archives.’ It’s a simple job.” 

Gunar scoffed, “Yeah, and what are we going to do if we found any Reavers?”

Davi gave him a scathing glare. “I highly doubt that we’d run into any Reavers.” She barely managed to suppress the urge to shudder at the mention of those foul creatures. 

You could never trust a Reaver, no matter how harmless they try to convince you that they are. They brought about only pain and destruction. She had to learn that lesson the hard way. 

As the two continued exploring the ruins, they came across a hallway that led to a thick, rusted iron door that seemed to open ever so slightly and then slam shut in a consistent rhythm. The door had an openable slot that was likely used to feed whatever prisoner was stuck in there, but it appeared to be rusted shut. 

The two shared a look. Gunar shook his head, trembling slightly. Davi rolled her eyes and gestured to his Scimitar. He gulped nervously while unsheathing the weapon. Davi grabbed the handle of the door, which was curiously unlocked, and turned it to the right. The door shuddered and groaned as it opened, having clearly not been opened for centuries. 

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Clank! Clank, click, clank! 

Footsteps? Who in the Reagent’s name is here? The sound of armoured footsteps grew louder, loud enough for me to discern that there were two sets of footsteps coming towards my cell. I sat still, praying that they’d turn around and come back another time, preferably when I wasn’t stuck reliving the bittersweet memories of my imprisonment at the hand of Ser Nightcolt’s forces. 

I waited with baited breath, staring at the door to my cell. For a few tense moments, the door remained closed. Despite the now silent halls, I could still feel my heart hammering in my chest. The sound of it was so deafening that I almost felt like I was back in The Forges. With the sweet sound of hammers hitting steel and fires roaring as I shoveled more coal into the furnaces. 

NO! Now’s not the time to be longing for the familiar ash and soot scented halls I owned. Get your head in the game, Duskroar! There are people outside your cell! They could be bandits that will force you to create all manner of terrible things for them! 

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind and refocus on the present. 

“Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Focus on the now. Leave your thoughts be, let them come and go, like a leaf in the wind. Breathe in, breathe out.” I could hear Master Drust’s voice walking me through the familiar breathing exercise from my childhood, almost as if his spirit was still here guiding me, even in death. 

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.

Don’t dwell on your intrusive thoughts, let them be and focus on your senses.

Five objects near me: The diagrams, my quill, the empty jar of ink, the clothes on my back, and my pillow. 

Four sounds I can hear: The howling wind, my chest heaving as I try to slow my breaths, the silence of my door..

Shit! My cell door is never quiet! I could feel my heartrate picking up tremendously, its drumming drowning out the sound of the cell door opening. 

As the door opened, I saw two figures rush inside. Both had their weapons drawn. One was a stout Dwarf that was carrying a battle axe of some sort, one clearly far less advanced than what my wife used to make in The Forges. The other was a trembling Lizard-kin holding a not very well taken care of Scimitar out towards me. His—her?—grip was shaky, as if they were going to drop it and flee at any moment. 

The dwarf’s face went pale, as if they’d seen a Ghoul. Their eyes were wide with fear, but they held their axe steady. “Cò thu? Dè tha thu a 'dèanamh an seo?” They shouted in, what was, a language similar to Dwarvish but clearly more than just a newer dialect. 

“Is mise Duskroar, cé tusa?” Gods, I really need to brush up on my Dwarvish.

The two looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to speak Dwarvish. The Dwarf narrowed their eyes at me. Their eyes were a piercing green, one that made it seem like they were looking into my soul, judging my very existence. They turned to the Lizard-kin, careful to keep me in their sights before speaking in a tongue I couldn’t recognise. The two conversed for a bit before the Dwarf turned back to me. 

“Hva vet du om dette stedet? Ah, shit. That’s not Common….” The Lizard-kin muttered. They cleared their throat before speaking again, “Ak-hem. What are you doing here? What can you tell us about this place?”

Common? Huh, it’s not quite how I remember it but I can work with it. 

“This is—or was—a fortress that Ser Nightcolt’s forces used to keep high profile prisoners.” The two seemed quite shocked, sharing a look of surprise. 

“So you are, er, were a prisoner here?” 

“Indeed. I got captured during the Battle of Mistband and transported here. I do hope my wife is okay, it’s been…” I started counting on my fingers, “One, two, three, four, eight, eleven… I don’t know how many years since I’ve seen her.” 

“Why did Ser Nightcolt’s forces capture you?”

“I am an Artificer. I work for King Vollert of Hemonar. I studied under Grand Wizard Drust of His Majesty’s Court.”

The two shared another look, this one bordering on a mixture of pity and skepticism.

“Should we…?”

“Should you what?” I asked, perplexed. What are they trying to hide from me? 

“Go on. Tell them, Gunar.” The Dwarf made a gesture for the Lizard-kin—Gunar, I presume—to continue.

“Are you sure, Davi? Are you sure that this is a good idea?”

The Dwarf, Davi, glared at Gunar. “Just do it, I’ll buy you a drink later.”

Gunar gave them a sharp-toothed grin before turning their focus back on me. “I’m not sure how exactly to tell you this, but… King Vollert of Hemonar has been dead for about half a millennia. His kingdom fell about five hundred and fifteen years ago.”

“And what of Ser Nightcolt’s forces?” This can’t be right. Has it really been over 500 years since I got sent here? They're joking, right?

“The Nightbourne Empire fell roughly two hundred years after the Kingdom of Hemonar.”

“So it’s true… If they’re all dead… Why am I still alive? Why did I live and they die? Why must the Gods be so cruel?” I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my hands clamming up. My breaths became raggard, my lungs struggling to take in any air. It felt as though my throat was being crushed by my Uncle’s hands, like when I was a child.

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Translations:

Cò thu? Dè tha thu a 'dèanamh an seo?: Who are you? What are you doing here? in Scottish Gaelic

Is mise Duskroar, cé tusa?: I’m Duskroar, who are you? in Irish

Hva vet du om dette stedet?: What do you know about this place? in Norwegian

(All Translations are from Word Hippo)

You have been imprisoned for so long that you have completely lost track of time. You are not even sure whether those who imprisoned you are still alive. When finally someone came to check on you they were surprised to find you, claiming that the dungeon has been unused for centuries.

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

Days 15-17

Day 15: Omens and Signs

Title: Of Tomes and Covens

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Malkovich Irina Timurovna, Malkovich Nadezhda "Nadya" Stanislavovna, Original Female Character(s), Krov'

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Witches, Covens, Grimoires, Cryptic Messages, Inspired by Agatha All Along

Summary: Irina found a grimoire while looking through her family's extensive library. When she happens to find a prophecy, her whole life seems to take a new purpose.

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Day 16: Ancient Maps

Title: For The Legacy of The Sea Queen of Connacht, We Sail Unto Our Salvation

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Dáire Ó hAonghusa, Aislinn “Báine” Mhic Thomáis, Gráinne Ní Mháille | Grace O'Malley

Additional Tags: Pirates, Golden Age of Piracy, The Sea Queen of Connacht, Pirate Crews, extremely short, I am very tired so I'm posting this now, Lorevember

Summary: Aislinn managed to get her hands on a map that supposedly led to a forgotten outpost of the infamous Sea Queen of Connacht, Gráinne Ní Mháille (Grace o'Malley). She, along with her first mate, Dáire Ó hAonghusa, try to pin-point the outpost's location.

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Day 17: "There Was A Time Before…"

Title: ‘Cause My Insides Are Red And Yours Are Too (The Red Means I Love You)

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Original Female Character(s)/Original Non-Binary Character(s)

Characters: Original Female Character(s)Original Non-Binary Character

Additional Tags: Lorevember, Short, Hurt/Comfort, arena fighting, POV First Person, TW- Minor Glorification of Blood

Summary: There was a time before the world was so grey. When there was colour in everything and everyone. A time where you could express yourself and show emotion; Have interests beyond your job.

Or

Zircon stumbles home to their girlfriend, Lilac, after fighting at the Arena. She looks at Zircon's injuries, unhappy about them breaking a promise.

Lorevember 2024

I am extremely late to posting this but I did finish my stories for Lorevember days 12-14. I'll add todays, tomorrows, and Sundays ones to their own posts whne they're done.

Day 12: Creation/Destruction

Title: Ancient Fueds

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work, Ancient Egyptian Religion

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Major Character Death

Relationships: Original Male Character & Isis (Ancient Egyptian), Original Male Character & Kek (Ancient Egyptian), Original Male Character & Set (Ancient Egyptian), Set & Isis

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Isis (Ancient Egyptian), Set (Ancient Egyptian), Kek (Ancient Egyptian)

Additional Tags: Ancient Egyptian Deities, Dialogue Heavy, no happy ending, Short, Lorevember

Summary: This is my (late) story for Lorevember Day 12. It's more like a fusion between Days 12 and 13, though.

Kagami steals an unasumming pen. Meanwhile, Set secretly follows him to Isis, hellbent on finishing what he started with killing Osiris.

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Day 13: Beasts/Monsters

Title: Frigid Revitalizations

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work, Norse Religion & Lore

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Original Female Character & Odin, Original Female Character & The Æsir

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Óðinn | Odin (Norse Religion & Lore), The Æsir

Additional Tags: Lorevember, References to Norse Religion & Lore, extremely short

Summary: Ragna gets revived by the Æsir Gods to do their bidding in Midgard, which she's not particulary happy about it.

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Day 14: Magic’s Origin

Title: Origin of The Nothingness Wars

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Gods & Their Creations

Characters: Time, Space - Character, Original Non-Human Character(s)

Additional Tags: Original Deities - Freeform, Original Mythology, Lorevember, Short, Original Universe

Summary: Before Time and Space had joined forces, there was a great nothingness. One so great that even the Gods couldn’t break through alone.

Even after the Gods escaped and created a safe haven for their kind, the Great Nothingness still permeated their very beings. It seeped into everything, despite their attempts to stop it.

Or The story of how the Nothingness Wars began.

fuck hussle culture, the toad to success is to sleep well, eat well and have fun

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

What's Sauron's favorite cooking utensil?

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Mordor and pestle

Ok, that was a terrible joke.

The Great Walrus Debate

“Inconceivable! Such a paltry spell could never trump the plainly better spell, Greater Summon Walrus.”

“Blasphemy! Summon Greater Walrus is far better than your paltry spell.”

“You dare insult the ancient tradition of Summons!?” 

“I do! Summons are stupid and you know it! Why have a familiar that forbids you from summoning others who may aid you? It is madness! Madness, I say!”

“It is not! You would not need to summon others if you had a Summon yourself!”

“It is! What use is a Walrus Summon who is only helpful in exiguous situations when you could summon countless things useful in those distinct conditions and summon the Walrus when necessary?”

“It is not! And You, my brother in spells, have crossed the line!”

“You dare to insult my honour!? I have crossed no such line!”

“You have!”

“I have not!”

“Have!”

“Have not!”

“Have!”

“Have not!”

“Have!”

“Have not!”

“Have!”

“Have not!”

“Have not!”

“Have!”

“Ha! So you admit it!”

“I did nothing of the sort, you-!” 

“...”

“I did, didn't I…”

“You did.”

“Damn you and your mind games, David.”

“You say that but you always fall for them, Joseph.”

Story inspired by the "Two wizards debate on which is the better spell: 'Summon Greater Walrus; or 'Greater Summon Walrus' prompt by @writing-prompt-s