Heyyy, I Forgot To Ask Bc I Got Busy But What’s Absolute Zero And The King And His Fairy About? (Wip

will Alasdair ever get a spin off or his own story?

Thanks for the ask!

Alasdair falls into a category of characters that I really like, so probably... Eventually. I'll have to flesh out the world around him a bit more to get a better read on his environment and try to break past my procrastination to get at him first, though.

(Bonus since this probably won't come up anywhere else: Alasdair can no longer knit to pass the time while watching over the King's sleep)

Who is the evilest character in your wip Bloodmage and why do you feel that way?

Ohh great question. Thanks for the ask.

I don't have a full name for him yet since I'm waffleling between a few of them at the moment, so as of now, I just call him the Major.

In his quest for power and an extended life, he had committed just about every war crime he could manage to in the ten years of the war before he found a way to turn himself into a vampire. Needless to say, he just got worse with the increase in power.

When his country started losing the war, the Major allied with the tech witches to try and mass produce bloodmages to send the world into chaos and take attention away from him so he could regroup his vampire army.

His ultimate goal is enslavement of the world, and he will search out any and every person who is even slightly aligned with his mindset to use them for his greater purpose.

He enjoys the challenge of breaking people and veiws mercy as weakness.

He might have been a monster in the beginning, but that is what fear and his twisted heart drove him to become one step at a time.

Thanks again for the ask! I haven't had a chance to talk about him yet.

Unsent letter

Thanks for the prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial

Also, happy belated 6th anniversary and 300th prompt 🥳

Description: An unpolished letter written in anger but never sent. (I wanted to try something a bit different for the milestone)

I stand now at a crossroads of significant divide. Where need and will have chosen to once more diverge. I need from her many things, her company included, but after this, I can not just pretend that the walls are not fractured.

Don't make decisions when you are upset. Don't burn bridges that you still need to cross. Money will be given, and debts repaid in kind. I will not be forgiven by her words, and in this, I can not find reason to forgive.

Will you look at me differently once the madness has retreated? Will smiles adorn your face once the storm has passed? I am to be rational and care as always, but you have a life left to lead, and I have no place stopping that, only the desire to keep you safe. In doing what I thought best, I have hurt you, and for that, I am sorry, and by your own actions, I have seen a folly in my resolve. I can not save you if you do not wished be saved, no matter how much it pains me to watch.

I have benefited greatly from your kindness and thoughtfulness, but I have also suffered greatly under the weight of your wrath. I curse my heart for still being affected by this, but I will do my best not to let this affect our partnership. Instead, the roots shall be gradually trimmed, and I will do my best to quietly let you go.

LOVE YOU MY MMOOTIE

*Runs and hides behind a wall in terrified introvert*

Empty

Random writing??? Who knows where it came from.

How was it that when he looked into his memories, all that stared back at him were blurred fragments?

He felt that there should have been something concrete there, something to cement him down as whatever creature he happened to be. Shouldn't all creatures capable of thought at least have that much?

Gripping the side of his head in frustration, he stood from the cold ground and stumbled along in the darkness, his vision just as blurred as his memories. A part of him knew this was wrong, that he should know something specific, but like a shadow dancing at the very corner of one's vision, the thing seemed to fade whenever he tried to bring it into focus.

Did he even want to know what he was? The idea bored into his mind like a worm making him question the only purpose he had managed to latch onto. Like some cruel tyrant it seemed determined to smother his confidence in the matter, making him all the more egar to pursue what he was.

There was something in that he supposed, some drive that he hadn't been aware of the moment before. It appeared that for whatever else he might be, stubborn was a part of it.

Bad News 

Thanks for the prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial

Summary: Unexpected news is not well received on 2 hours of sleep.

Warnings: Implied and threatened violence

“So… I think that Charlie and I might be dating.” Veins on the side of his neck began to pulse visibly as Simon set down the document he was reviewing. He hadn’t noticed the gaggle of idiots wandering into his room, and normally he wouldn’t have caught what they were saying, but even more cups of coffee than he’d care to admit and 4 hours of overtime thanks to their antics, he wasn’t nearly tired enough to miss a comment like that. Seb was the first to notice his sudden engagement, moving from his usual perch on the edge of Simon’s desk 

“Well, I guess the cat really got out of the box this time huh?”  Simon breathed deeply through his nose, as his knuckles started to get even paler than usual. 

“Its bag though isn’t it?” Ruth interjected slamming her fist down hard enough to knock some loose papers out of their stacks, sending them strait to the damp floor. 

“No. Everyone knows that Cats love boxes, so if the cat leaves the box then things have really gotten out of hand. Common Ru, think about it. Why would a cat be in a bag?” Tapping the side of his desk with his unclenched hand, Simon began eyeing his half empty mug of cold coffee while eyeing the side of Seb’s head.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s bag, Right Si?” Ruth turned to him with a hopeful glint in her eyes to let him know that she wasn’t ready to just drop the stupidity this time. As the sound of Simon’s teeth grinding filled the silence, Seb finally seemed to grasp a semblance of the situation, positioning himself behind the main problem in this mess. 

“I’m not ashamed of myself, She’s really changed this time and Psych already cleared her again for active combat so this is really just a win win for all of us in the end.” Jon began grinning like an idiot as he shrugged. “ You should really be thank…” Before the cup had time to leave his hands, Ruth had already jumped over the table scattering the rest of his documents. 

“He didn’t mean anything by it… You know he got hit in the head last time he was on the field!” Clarity crashed through his exhaustion for the briefest moment, and Simon considered if he truly wanted to strangle the idiot in front of him. Gingerly grabbing Ruth by the scruff of her collar, he quickly moved her to the side and drew himself up to his full height. Staring down at the crazy fool he decided that he didn’t exactly have any good reason not to. 

Her Special Day

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Summary: Alexia and Nihil spend an important occasion in an unplanned way, but it ends up working out.

Warnings: reference to violence, depictions of decapitation.

Alexia sat down on a slab of stone with a sigh of relief, her attention gradually drifting to the stars above. Lifting one tired arm, she rolled the strange device in her hand absently.

“Do you think that humanity will ever reach the heavens?

Nihil hummed a response, but he was still focused on his work. He always took the worst jobs since he knew how much she hated them.

Sitting in silence felt wrong, so after waiting for a further reply for some time, Alexia finally forced herself up from the floor and slowly trudged over to the irritated man.

“Oh come on, I know it wasn’t how we planned to spend the evening, but look at it this way… Someone was going to have to deal with them and at least this way you get some of the loot right?”

The hacking stopped as Nihil turned his attention towards her.

“I had everything planned, I wanted it to be a nice evening Alex. Just one nice evening, I even had chocolate… Chocolate Alex!”

Wrapping one arm around Nihil’s shoulder while raising the device to the sky, she pressed down the trigger, causing a cascade of explosions to ripple through the compound behind them.

“But this is nice too, Wouldn’t have had such a light show if we’d stayed inside anyway.”

Nihil lowered the head in his hands before leaning against her stooped form. This was nice, and honestly it was the best birthday she’d had in years, most importantly it was the first birthday that she had the chance to do what she wanted to, and that was more than she could have wished for three years ago.

The falling stars mixed with the sparks from the burning buildings creating a beautiful display of light that dazzled her eyes.

“Beautiful”

Nihau had leaned his head back and was gazing at her. Staring down at his ruffled hair, Alexia instinctively leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. Beautiful indeed.

Thanks for the prompt @davycoquette !

I kinda already posted the Owen one before, but I drew a picture of Maren (with a new head) and liked how it looked when I combined them.

If anyone else wants to try the prompt, then have a go!

Protector

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Janus smoothed out her crumpled letter as he watched the sunset beyond the horizon. To say that he hadn’t longed to see his sister after she abandoned them would be a lie, but after years of contemplation and bargaining, he thought that he had at least gotten past caring so much. Chuckling to himself at the irony, Janus supposed that his role of protector wasn’t so easily forgotten, despite what his therapist had been insisting on for years.

What really struck him about all this, was just how simple the letter really was. No pleasantries or excuses, just his sister, asking to meet her brother in a neutral area, and promising to actually explain things for once. Without a doubt it was one of her ruses, so predictable, that it would make anyone who'd known her roll their eyes in disgust. Even as her brother, he’d be a fool to believe such empty words again, yet here he stood, waiting for her like always.

“Mr. Janus?”

Turning, Janus felt the muscles in his jaw tense. The boy standing before him was her spitting image. If he hadn’t known better, then he might have suspected that she ran a fowl with some spirit that compressed her into this form. It wouldn’t be that strange for her, but the boy’s eyes were distinctly inhuman. 

“You must be Clarance.”

The pre-teen nodded his head slowly, gripping the strap of his duffle bag until his knuckles began to turn white. Mother had mentioned him once or twice, but Janus had stopped himself from inquiring about the boy, convinced that it wasn’t his business. Whatever the result, now it had been made his business, and he wished that he had at least listened to the basics.  

“Well then, I suppose your mother left you with some instructions?”

The boy’s eyes widened in panic and he began rooting through his bag, eventually producing a crumpled piece of paper. Stepping hesitantly forward he shoved it towards Janus, who accepted it with a quiet thanks.

-Please keep him safe-

Letting out a heavy sigh, he crumpled the paper and stuffed it into his pocket with her letter. As always it seemed that her promises were as paper thin as the cheap scrap she wrote them on. Straightening his posture Janus smiled at the nervous child. It was pointless to dwell on the twisting mass disappointment in his chest, he could figure out her situation later. Now he had other things to focus on. 

“Are you hungry?”

Travel Buddies

Thanks for the tag, @literally-just-zay

I'm picking my main WIP for this one.

1. Doing mad research for an affordable place for everyone to stay

Tori-, as the leader of this rag-tag group of fighters and by far the most sane of the bunch, the responsibility of accommodations often falls to him.

2. Hoping to try all the new food they can.

MA - Ever eager to try what the world has to offer past pain and suffering. MA will often try anything at least once, baring things that will directly harm those around her.

3. Wants to stay inside and sleep through the whole vacation.

Billy - He isn’t one for merriment and prefers to tend to plants or read books in his spare time.

4. Believes no vacation is complete without certain activities (going to the beach, swimming, skiing, sightseeing, hiking, ect, whatever they’re passionate about.

Hati - The resident mechanic is a staunch believer in doing things in the way that he believes is ‘objectively’ correct. If he gets the opportunity, he will drag others along with him willing or not.

5. Is annoyed that certain people are in the same travel group as them.

Billy and Ember - They tolerate each other for the sake of the whole, but with one being a pyromaniac far to willing to burn anything in her wake, and the other being a forest guardian, their personalities tend to mix like water and oil.

6. Buying souvenirs for everyone back home

Ma/Owen/Hati/Ember/Tori/ Billy - In that order. While some of them might be more stoic in their expressions of affection, everyone on the crew is fairly close besides Ember and Billy. While some of them don’t lean towards sentimentality, none of them can resist the urge to pick up bobbles that remind them of their squad mates.

7. Is about to turn this trip into a business trip.

Billy all the way. If he finds a target, his rifle is never far out of reach, and he will abruptly split off the group to do some “Gardening” if he sees someone that crosses his bottom line.

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