Thanks for tagging me @wearingaberetinparis and @practicecourts! I don't have snippets for all your words, but it sure was fun going through all my WIPs! 🥰
stag
The stag that lives inside him—that is him—awakes with observant alertness.
House of Stone
water
It’s ethereal, thin, the color of ocean depths with a sheen like water, and it’s clasped at his neck by a broach of a symbol Lily doesn’t recognize: a circle inside a triangle, with a line straight through.
Castling
gasp
A small gasp sucks into her throat as she sees what he’s set up: a spread of plush blankets and pillows, arranged as if to picnic on the roof, with a bottle of wine sitting in an ice bucket beside two glasses.
Love for the Summer
ring
Her engagement ring sparkles starkly against his inky curls, lighting up familiar butterflies in her chest.
glowing in the dark
swear
McGonagall motions for her to stop, rolling her eyes as she grumbles, “Say no more. I swear that potion turns seventh years into imbeciles every year, why it’s still in the curriculum, I’ve no idea…”
"The ocean can glow and glitter like the stars in the
sky thanks to a natural chemical process known as bioluminescence, which allows living things to produce light in their body.
Marine creatures like some fish, squid, tiny crustaceans and algae produce bioluminescence to either confuse predators, attract prey or even lure potential mates.
We, humans, can witness this natural phenomenon when there is lots of bioluminescence in the water, usually from an algae bloom of plankton. The bioluminescent sea will glow when it's disturbed by a wave breaking or a splash in the water at night.
Algae bloom sea sparkle events are caused by calm and warm sea conditions. But you can see specks of bioluminescence when it's created nearby bya light-producing marine creature."
It's hard to believe but I've made my first Hearthstone 10 years ago when I was in high school. I posted it on our CZ/SK forum and people spammed me with "shut up and take my money". Since then dozens of these were made and sent all over the world.
Why do I say it? Well, Christmas is approaching. And I believe my fan page grew a bit since I posted this last time. So if you are searching for a nice handmade gift for a gamer, there you go.
I've made 3 different versions over the year and yes, they can glow in the dark too! 1 week ago I managed to make the pink version (still glowing) and yep, I've made meeting stone too.
Prompts: Glowing in the dark, Cave creature, Barbegazi
Published: 2021-11-06
Chapters: 3/3 Words: chapter 1: 3211, story: 8649
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences , Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Maria Barring | Milva, Angoulême (The Witcher)
Additional Tags: Spoilers for Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski, Spoilers for The Witcher (TV), written pre-season 2, Friendship, Stuck in a cave, Monsters, hallucinogenics
Summary: Finding unexpected help will Geralt's hanza finally make it out of the mountains to continue on their quest to rescue Yennefer and Ciri?
Excerpt from chapter 1: The two unlikely friends sat in companionable silence for a while dwelling each on their own thoughts and listening to the soft snoring of their sleeping companions and the quiet crackling of the fire. Then there were other sounds. At first an almost imperceptible shuffling like a blanket dragged across the floor. As the noise came closer it became more distinct, a soft tapping of furry paws on stone. A dozen paws at least, and not tiny ones. Without making a sound the Witcher reached for his sword. Maybe the creatures had not noticed them yet and would just pass by their little side cavern? But no such luck. Soon Geralt and Regis could see the glow of one pair of huge, pale eyes in the entrance. Then two. Three. Finally there was a whole group of creatures, seven or eight of varying height, maybe more behind them. They kept standing there, not moving, not making a sound. Geralt and Regis did likewise. Even with their enhanced night vision they could only make out vague, furry shapes against the glow of their fire. And the eyes. Now the creatures started to whisper, first very quietly, then increasing in volume, a murmur turning into an agitated chatter of squeaking, babbling, puffing and rumbling noises. They seemed to argue about something in a language that did not resemble any human one, nor any other language the Witcher had heard. They still did not move.
Milva, however, began to stir, woken up by the strange noise. Cahir, next to her, too. Only Angoulême was still fast asleep oblivious of the possible threat the company was facing. Geralt motioned his comrades to keep quiet and not move. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the chatter subsided and one of the creatures, the biggest one, slowly entered the cave and shuffled toward the fire. Cahir noiselessly inched his hand closer to where his sword lay ready to jump up the second the Witcher, who had grabbed his sword more tightly, gave the signal to fight. Milva did likewise with her bow, her eyes glued to the mysterious being that was advancing toward them ...
Clear blue water/High tide came and brought you in/And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will/Skies grew darker/Currents swept you out again/And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone/In silent screams/In wildest dreams/I never dreamed of this/This love is good/This love is bad/This love is alive back from the dead, oh, oh, oh/These hands had to let it go free, and/This love came back to me, oh, oh, oh/In losing grip/On sinking ships/You showed up just in time/This love left a permanent mark/This love is glowing in the dark, oh, oh, oh/Your kiss, my cheek/I watched you leave/Your smile, my ghost/I fell to my knees
@girard_eloise 's mermaid only likes the idea of strawberry daiquiris because she never actually had one. 😅 But she's got much more important things to do in her story, "Deep Desire", on Kickstarter! shorturl.at/lvG59
I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.