Talisman for Don Dalv Blackhand
Tribute I for Mezoge (Goby Diver on import; name change pending): the Prince of the Blue studies and shows off magic.
Ft. my as-yet-unnamed Nokt harpia as a local wizard.
A collection of writing about Rook as he explores the Crater Region.
A hub for all my Morrigan lit pieces
A hub for all my advent lit entries past and future.
Taking time to help others is important... but it can also make you forget to take care of yourself. Enjoy Fo's dip into the journey of self-care.
Queen Vespa's decision is non-negotiable. Th changelings that have recently revealed themselves have been given no choice: they must return home for the changelings to unite with Equestria once more. Though this doesn't sit well with those who know the truth: many were born here - will Princess Dawn Bringer abandon and sacrifice her own subjects for fragile peace?
William finds himself thrown into a world he doesn't like or understand on his quest for revenge
Training prompts for Usta 12289. Will have three parts when completed, 1/3 finished.
Life of Korean girl.
Vespa has spoken with Dawn Bringer behind closed doors, and they've reached a decision. Pas is shaken by his own reaction.
A collection of all my Dracostryx Tributes that I write
A collection of the various adventures Raiju undergoes during his time in the Paperverse.
Writings for the Elemental Power OCL with Icarus, if accepted.
Mortifer and Victor, after arriving at the village in time to see the aftermath of the avalanche, try to help the victims. Well, Victor does, Mortifer has less good intentions.
Victor belongs to [user20331], Mortifer to me (pending transfer/name change)
Don Dalv Blackhand Character Submission Bio - Apologies if I get something wrong here. It's a little confusing for my small brain.
For now only Marooned in Mushrooms.
As required by the Festival of Frost event hosted by DracoStryx ARPG, three of us partnered for the Roleplay section of the event.
This work gathers our entries throughout the weeks we participated in.
[user16801] [user19600] [user20331]
A collection of Teuvo's colorless experiences.
Someone who's generally misunderstood.
An Introduction to the history of the halfling entertainer Cassius Basolus, and how he came to be a lone traveler bereft of friends and family, heart broken, but undaunted.
I'm not sure why I agreed to go to a party.
Written entries for Brave Storm's vocation advancement pieces.
Trying to figure out how to make an airship run off of my fire.
It's a bit...abnormal.
Training I wish I didn't have to do.
Sitting on the top of a stone cliff, I cup my hands and will the bluish white fire I can control into existence. Spreading my hands while extending my arms to their full length, I make it grow into a ball of fire as big as I am tall. I've always thought of it as a gift of sorts but others treat it like it's a curse, they see it as a mark of a demon and now I'm starting to not like it. In spite of that, I still try to use it to help, like I am now. Sleep hasn't been an issue for me so serving as a makeshift lighthouse at night is something I do whenever I can.
"Oof! These things are heavy!" Kalina gasped as she lugged yet another large pumpkin for her birds to work on. Earlier that day Luath, Sahari, Glazi and Veraz as well as their rider had spent the day gathering pumpkins, and, now that that work was done, were all patiently waiting for their own gourds to exercise their artistic skills on, and Sahari's was the last. Once everyone had been given something to use, it was time to hand out the rest of the supplies. Bird-sized paint brushes, pots of paint, and other such materials were being brought over so that everyone could have a good time getting their gourds ready for the season of harvest.
"When you're all ready, you can begin."
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Okay. She had her own "canvas" to work on, Sahari noted while Luath was busy carving up his own fruit with his beak into... Whatever it was supposed to be, and his enthusiasm had her pumpkin half-covered in guts. If she wanted to paint it, she'd have to move it away from the white-headed hawk.
With a nudge, she rolled it off the pallet it had been placed on, onto the ground, then proceeded to struggle to get it to move away to someplace cleaner.
"You want help?" Kalina offered, then began as together she and the long-leg pushed it out of Luath's range. "Better now?"
Sahari trilled.
Kalina went to get Sahari's paints and brushes, then helped her get re-set up.
"Give me a hoot when you're done."
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Oh dear. Poor Sahari. She'd had such a wonderful idea for what her pumpkin should look like, but what she ended up with was something that looked like it had been covered in seven shades of mud, and she was now making some very unhappy sounds as she looked at the disaster she'd made.
"What's wrong?"
A sad whistle.
"Did you remember to clean your brushes off between colours?"
Oh. Was that what she was supposed to do?
"No problem. We'll clean it off and you can try again."