#prompt: tempest

[tallbluelady]

Tempest

Urianger watched Rowan's hands clench and flex as they toured through the city under the Tempest. She was agitated. And rightfully so - not only was she still carrying a too heavy burden, but the Ascian continued to claim an unearned intimacy between them. Urianger yearned to give her succor, but he had placed that burden of a world of light squarely on her shoulders.

"Go to her," Thancred whispered.

"After what I've done -" he started.

"She forgave you, like it or not. I believe it was in service to you two continuing to court."

Urianger only gave a hum to that.

Thancred sighed. "You don't have to ask her the conditions of her forgiveness. Just hold her hand. Say aught soothing. Merely approach her. Or I'll do it and say you didn't want to."

Twas an underhanded ploy, but Urianger found himself changing pace to match Rowan's position. She turned to him and her eyes light up with what he hoped was a positive emotion rather than the polarity of her aether.

"Art thou well?" he asked, knowing full well she was not.

She shook her head. "Nay." Her hands worried at the hem of her tabard.

"We are all here with thee." Urianger took one of her busy hands in his. "I am here with thee."

She smiled, and the storm and tension within her faded.

[winddragonart]

FFXIV Write 2024 #3: Tempest

Hurricane at sea Gods I’m going to be sick Why can’t I just fly?

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Ponytober Day 27 - Tempest Shadow (Movie)

I gasped out loud when I saw her appear on screen for the first time, having a unicorn with a broken horn is such a cool thing to see in MLP (aside from the fact that how it happened feels a little, out of place and insubstantial for her character). I wish we got to see more of her in the show 🥺🥺

[shaykesqueer]

SHAYKESSSSS HELLO!!! 🥹💞

PALLET IDEA!! FOX WITH 'CHEERS' OR HAZE TEMPEST SOLARIS GHOULETTE™️ WITH 'HEWWO'

KRIS HI 🤗🤗🤗

I was possessed by the idea of Haze tying up her foggy hair 😭

THANK YOU PAL 💕🫶💖

Bonus Fox. I couldn’t resist. They’re hungover.

Palette and Emotion Challenge here!

[belle--ofthebrawl]

The pack learns that Tempest is really good with a sword and it leaves them all breathless and starry eyed

Iscariot. The name of the man who betrayed Christ. Thought to be the ultimate sinner but in the Vatican, a different belief is held. This sanctioned and secret heresy holds that God Himself had directed Judas to lead His only Begotten Son to his cruel and brutal death up on the cross. Without this betrayal, there could be no salvation. Believers of this are set loose upon the world to seek out the forces of the Adversary and join them. To enact destruction from within at the right moment and die with the holiness of all martyrs before them.

The Ministry of course, has its own defense against this sect and has remained impregnable thanks to the quintessence ghouls dutifully screening each new recruit. The Vatican is baffled with each failure, ignorant of the power Satan truly holds.

So as Judas killed himself, so to do the Martyrs take one final, blessed mission. Armed with daggers and pistols, the Eucharist dissolving on their tongue and the scapular resting against their heart, they move. Under the cover of darkness, creeping through a forest that already knows their names. Watched by every root and branch and leaf. God has turned his eyes away from them and Satan has now opened his own.

The attack is quick and gruesome. A classic maneuver of snatching the stragglers until the group realized what was happening. That was when the fun started. When the trees began to walk, when the rain began to pour, when the only safe and steady path for them led them right into the belly of the beast.

"Do you think they'll stop bothering us after this?" Sunny asks, bouncing on her heels. It's dark inside but she and everyone else can see perfectly fine. The game has only just begun.

"No." Copia says flatly. Then, to Tempest, "Did my brother give you that sword?"

"Yes." Tempest says. It's a fine hand and a half that's seen more ceremonial use than anything else but it still sings to her as she breathes. In and out. She can taste terror on the wind. Perpetua will feed well tonight.

"They're coming." Dew says. He's dipped his hands in gasoline and it still drips in an uneven pattering in the tile. "Ready, newblood?"

She doesn't answer. Just lets her sword speak for her.

She's enjoyed the difficulty of learning it. Her powers were cataclysmic, rending, shattering; a blunt hammer. This though, oh it was a needleflash and she revels in the difference of fine handiwork as she dances and weaves, dodging flaming fists and Copia's threaded cane. It's over before it even truly begins, she thinks mournfully. But this was just their skirmish. Others fight their own battles where the forest has directed and fed the Vatican agents to the other traps laid out for them.

"That was incredible!" Sunny squeals, pumping her fists in the air. She looks like she's seconds away from crashing into someone for a hug despite the blood on her. "You're amazing, Tempest!"

"You left a few openings." Copia says begrudgingly.

"So did you." Dew says, wiping sooty hands on his dark clothes. The look Copia gives him is vile and Tempest smiles. "You interested in giving lessons?"

"To the right students." She says with a faint smile. She's truly never thought about it, but here, in this new home, what was the harm in it? She was proud of her skills. Why not show off a bit?

[featherlesswings]

I humbly and affectionately request fanart of homoerotic friendly sparring practice with Dorian’s new sword and Orym’s newly yassified sword 🙏🏻 🥹 please and thank you.

[cloversdreams]

Fluffy July Day 13 @fluffyjuly Pairing: Veldora x Rimuru (That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime)

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"Rrrraaaaah!"

Rimuru yelped when he was suddenly hugged from behind, lifted off his feet, and spun around twice. The world went by far too fast for him to register what was happening at first. But the familiar, muscular arms around him were enough proof that he was in safe hands. Once he was set down again onto his own two feet he turned and looked up at his companion.

Veldora had a gigantic, cheesy grin upon his face. The sparkles around him were practically visible with how excited he was. A telltale sign that something silly was going on.

"Kyahahaha!" The dragon laughed in that signature way of his. He continued to smile from ear to ear and yelled, "Were you surprised! I was trying out a new super stealthy technique I learned from the sacred texts!"

"Yeah, it was really unexpected," Rimuru replied. He'd been really distracted by a conversation in his own head with Raphael in the moment but that was a detail the dragon didn't need to know. Rimuru couldn't help but smile back when the blond beamed at him in such a ridiculous way.

The proud stance and way the dragon practically had smoke coming out of his nostrils was far too silly. He looked like he was just brimming with energy and might take off running at any moment. Whenever Veldora acted this way he reminded Rimuru of a huge cat with the zoomies. Damn if that wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

"Ok! One more time! Close your eyes this time!" Veldora exclaimed.

Rimuru held back a chuckle and did as he was instructed. This goofball dragon really had no idea just how ineffective his new technique was. Rimuru heard him approach from behind once again. Then he moved to the left, no, he changed his mind and headed to the right. Somehow he swore each step he took was louder than the last.

Veldora seemed unable to make up his mind and eventually just went for an approach from directly in front. It was all Rimuru could do not to laugh on the spot even before he was hugged and lifted off his feet once more. Strong arms wrapped around him and squeezed. He certainly didn't dislike that in the slightest.

"Not bad, huh?" Veldora chuckled right next to his ear.

"You've still got some practicing to do," Rimuru huffed softly. He did his best to hide the amusement in his voice when he asked, "Are you sure this whole thing wasn't an excuse for you to hug me a bunch of times?"

"Can't it be both?" Veldora asked right back.

Rimuru smiled to himself and returned the embrace. Someone that wore their emotions on their sleeve the way Veldora did was so precious in his eyes. It made Rimuru want to protect this being he knew was fully capable of self defense.

If Veldora woke up one morning and decided he was bored and wanted to burn entire cities to the ground, he could. The dragon had the potential to devastate the entire world in unfathomable ways. Yet here he was, being the goofy guy who was exceedingly bad at stealth practice.

Rimuru chuckled softly to himself then hugged his companion even tighter. A shiver ran down his spine when Veldora laughed right next to his ear. Rimuru's voice was an amused hum when he said, "Don't you ever change."

[demigoddessqueens]

Okay, saw the Valentine’s prompts and here are my requests. Of course it’s going to be Y/N x Orym x Dorian

Prompts I would like are pda, cozy, admit, unwind

You got it! And additional prompts can be found HERE

VALENTINES LIST

As far as admit goes, Dorian and Orym get that do-over without any battles or near-death interrupting, and Dorian is glad for double the love when you finally confess to him too

Orym may be a bit more subtle on the pda but Dorian is not shy about it either. Hand holding and having an arm draped around the other is an absolute must! Not so much make outs in public, but you’re getting used to more affection than just behind closed doors

Being cozy with each other is just the best, a tangle of limbs, blushed cheeks, and gentle kisses that leave a faint pink dusted on your cheeks

It may be a tad unfamiliar to unwind, but given the high stakes you all have faced before, relaxation in Zephrah or Dorian’s home or anywhere else is very much deserved

[yloiseconeillants]

JULEZEN - Day 25 :: Dance

we'll meet again, my dear, on doomsday a showerfall of frogs and toads but as bleak as it may be apocalyptic reverie hand in hand, we'll tiptoe through the carcasses and bones

(antonio my friend antonio belongs to @hermits-hovel)

[boltlightning]

hi friendo! requesting five lines of an imaginary fic:

pairing: either jim & tempest or liz & scylla, please! (do what your heart tells you)

title: nothing untoward

go do words ♥

joke's on you you're getting ALL FOUR

imaginary fic title prompts!

“I cannot see what is keeping them so,” Scylla sighs, resting her head on her crossed claws.

“They will have every honorable cause, I’m sure,” Tempest replies evenly, though privately he shares her reserve (if not her disrespectful tone). His patience is rewarded: just then, James and Elizabeth appear at the entrance to the garden, boots dusty from their trot up the path. 

“There is no need for gossip,” Elizabeth calls in greeting. She is still buttoning her waistcoat—James, behind her, reaches out to smooth the shoulder of her coat down. Elizabeth glances back at him, and with a laugh, tucks a loose hair from his brow behind his ear.

Tempest makes a soft sound of inquiry. James approaches, and opens his mouth to say something, and is rudely interrupted.

“Then what, pray, kept you so long?” Scylla demands.

Elizabeth clicks her tongue. “I owe you no answers,” she says, striding up to her dragon, undeterred. Her voice is mocking in its severity, but Scylla misses it entirely, narrowing her eyes. They continue to bicker in circles; Tempest turns his attention to James, who is tugging at Tempest’s harness where it crosses his chest, making sure all the links are snug and tight.

But something is wrong. “Where is your neckcloth?” Tempest asks. He lowers his head all the way to the ground to inspect James properly; to his surprise, James actually takes a step back, hand darting to the button of his collar to confirm.

“I must have forgotten,” James says. “It is—it is rather warm today.”

It feels perfectly average to Tempest, but James’ face is rather colored. “So it is,” Tempest demurs. He would not start an argument with his captain where it is unnecessary. “It is normally so handsome, is all.”

“That it is,” Elizabeth agrees, and there is something in her smile that makes James cough and turn aside. 

Tempest flicks his ears and darts his eyes between the two captains. He blinks. “Oh,” he says, “you two were—”

“What,” James interjects, “sort of maneuvers do you wish to practice today, Miss Scylla?”

As Scylla rattles them all off, James quickly clambers up Tempest’s back before any other questions may be asked.

[an-excellent-choice]

A Tempest of Events - Day 2: Blackstaff Student AU

It has only been a few months since Aoide, the exchange student specializing druidic magic, arrived in Blackstaff but for Gale it feels like it's been a lifetime. While their afternoon study sessions and late night talks have made Gale neglect his studies and duties to Mystra. All their talks, shared glances and soft touches made it all worth for Gale.

An AU were Gale and Aoide met in Blackstaff. Them becoming sweethearts and Gale never becoming a Mystra's chosen because he follows Aoide when she had to go back to her grove.

[starrysnowdrop]

FFXIVWrite 2024 #3: Tempest

Noun: a violent commotion, disturbance, or tumult.

During the events of patch 4.0; Yume’s heart is in turmoil over her two losses against the crown prince of Garlemald, and she can’t stop thinking about him.

Twisting and turning, rolling over onto her side, and then onto her back again, Yume just couldn’t seem to settle herself down enough to go to sleep. The bed that was offered to her by Cirina was way more comfortable than the Auri samurai had anticipated; the pillows were extremely soft and the perfect shape for her horns, so she could lie down comfortably in any direction. Yume certainly had slept in much worse accommodations over the years, so it wasn’t anything physical that was cumbersome enough to keep her from sleep this night. Still, getting up and stepping outside for some fresh air could do her some good.

Yume sat up and didn’t bother putting any shoes on, nor a robe, as her lightweight top and shorts covered her enough so that she was decent. As she stood up and walked out of the tent that she was sharing with her comrades, the crisp, night air of the Steppe gently brushed past her face, relaxing her tense muscles enough for her to take a sigh of relief.

Yet even with the cool breeze easing the tension in her body, she didn’t feel anymore tired than before. In fact, the change in atmosphere made her mind wander… and her heart began to beat furiously in her chest as her mind settled once more on her enemy.

Zenos yae Galvus, the crown prince of Garlemald, the heir apparent to the Imperial Throne, and the legatus of the XIIth Legion…

Yume had now faced him twice in single combat, and both times she had been defeated, devastatingly so. She had always prided herself on her martial prowess, and she was especially proud that she had never been defeated in single combat before, against anyone. She had even fought several Imperial legatuses before, Gaius van Baelsar, Regula van Hydrus, and a resurrected Nael van Darnus to be exact.

So why him? Why couldn’t she beat Zenos? Why couldn’t she leave him with any injury whatsoever besides a broken katana and a snapped piece of his helm?

The more Yume thought about both encounters, the more her heart became a roiling, raging tempest that gave rise to conflicting emotions, including some feelings that she had never felt before.

Zenos was the one enemy she couldn’t defeat, which infuriated her to no end; it made her even angrier for her damaged ego, and she would love nothing more than to face him once more so she could finally be granted the victory that she deserved.

And yet… she could not stop thinking about him in other ways… in ways that her comrades would not understand.

Her mind wandered to the way his long, luscious, golden hair flowed around him as he moved; his eyes were as blue as a summer sky and yet were as ravenous as a predatory beast as he stared her down across the battlefield. In their latest encounter, he gave her a chilling smile that shook her to her core. And his voice was deep and coarse yet filled with passion as he spoke the words that haunted her every thought and yet she was still struggling to comprehend what exactly he meant by them:

Oh...how right I was to spare your life.

Hear me, hero. Endure. Survive. Live.

For the rush of blood, for the time between the seconds─live.

For the sole pleasure left to me in this empty, ephemeral world─live!

As she sighed deeply and shook her head, Yume couldn’t deny that she thought Zenos yae Galvus was simply the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and his handsome visage along with his voice had ignited a spark deep inside her that refused to burn out.

The other thought that Yume couldn’t shake off was the fact that if things were different, if Zenos wasn’t her enemy, and she was still her father’s heir, then her father and the rest of the Aino clan would’ve deemed Zenos to be the only one worthy of marrying her, due to him being the only one to defeat her in battle.

Yes, in another life, another time, Zenos could very well have been her husband.

Yume tried to shake the thought from her mind as she shook her head back and forth and slammed her eyes shut. She deemed such thoughts as ridiculous, and yet… her heart skipped a beat.

Yume’s Blog: @firelightmuse

[chocoblep]

#3: Fighting Form

Prompt: Tempest

Kismet took a single step backward as he flipped one of his daggers into a backward grip. Across the mats in the basement of Nightingale House, Shev did the same as he shook out his hands and brought them up in front of him. This was their third match of the night, as they were both trying to get back into their respective fighting forms. For Shev, it had been a while, and Kismet’s first fight back at the Tavern had been nigh on disastrous. And so, he and Shev faced off, as partners who like to fight are wont to do.

Neither of them moved for a long time, both of them waiting for the other to make the first attack, but it was Shev who budged first. He didn’t come in for a strike, no; instead, he straightened up and walked along the side of the mats, as if sizing Kismet up for something altogether different that had the lavender-haired viera arching a brow.

“Like what you see, Silvertongue?” Kismet queried, the amused curve of his lips drawing a lopsided smirk from the taller viera.

“Yer well put-together, aye,” Shev replied, moving far too casually for a fight. If Kismet didn’t know any better, he’d have let down his guard. But he did know better. Shev was, in essence, a walking force of nature, and the predatory glint in his golden eyes had Kismet tightening his grip on one of his blades. “It’s almost like yer beggin’ me t’ take ya apart.”

Kismet didn’t move from his spot, but two fingers rose from his backward blade in preparation. When Shev’s eyes darted to those fingers, Kismet sneered at him. “I’ll only beg if you win, sweetheart,” he practically purred.

Shev rolled a shoulder, and then shrugged. “Well, I’ve got some work t’do then, aye?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, but Kismet was anticipating his lunge. He flipped his blades in the air and smacked his hands together, rapidly forming three mudra as Shev hurtled toward him. When he extended his hands, a column of water enveloped the other viera, and Kismet caught his daggers again and stepped through the shadows to the other side of the geyser before Shev burst out of it, water running in rivulets over the shield that the ward ring had put on his person.

“Ah, normally I’d offer a blow-dry with your wash, but the water doesn’t seem to be sticking,” he called out, and Shev wheeled around to face him.

“Nice trick, lad,” Shev called back, and no sooner had the words left this mouth was he slamming into Kismet, driving him into one of the invisible ward-walls. “Got a few ‘a my own.” A quick one-two with his elbow and fist kept Kismet pinned there, but not for long.

As soon as Shev shifted again, Kismet slipped downward and away, aiming a slash at Shev’s leg as he whirled around him. He dodged a knee meant for his gut and two punches aimed at his solar plexus and his head before thrusting an arm up to block a swift snap-kick.

“Orange already,” Shev commented as he kept up with his assault. Kismet paid it no mind; his shield was lower in integrity than Shev’s was, but that was fine. He just needed to bide his time and strike when he could. “Best get yer knees ready.” A flurry of punches dodged, and one parried with a quick swipe of Kismet’s arm, which he then snapped inward for a slash at Shev’s exposed midsection. The taller viera’s lantern flickered to join Kismet’s, bathing both of them in a warm pumpkin glow.

“Whose knees?” Kismet retorted, pressing the attack. Shadow-stepping behind Shev, he swiftly stabbed his knives inward toward the man’s kidneys, but Shev was too quick and half-turned, dodging both thrusts and planting his heel in Kismet’s hip, knocking him back and sending one of his daggers clattering across the floor.

“I didn’t agree to beg, Sta–”

Anything else Shev was about to say was cut off as Kismet threw out his free hand, this time closing it into a fist as if around an invisible string. He yanked his hand back toward himself and Shev doubled over with a gasp, trying but failing to take in any air. Kismet didn’t pull the air away from him for long; just enough to keep him off-balance before darting in for a decisive blow to his ribcage with his remaining dagger.

Shev’s lamp went deep crimson as Kismet let him breathe again, and he answered with a series of maneuvers that Kismet had only ever seen him practice slowly. This was at rapid speed, though, and as the pair of them dodged and weaved around each other, Shev picked up his momentum again. Kismet didn’t realize that Shev was channeling aether until fire was licking up the other’s arm, and as Shev went in for a fire-laced palm strike, Kismet tried to push all of the air around him at the man to drive him back.

It wasn’t the greatest idea he’d ever had, but it worked. The air ignited the fire, and the resulting explosion threw them both back into opposite walls. Shev’s shield went down then, and he called the match in Kismet’s favor. As they met in the middle of the mats, Shev put his hands on his hips and watched Kismet. “Y’know, I wonder if we could combine those somehow without blowin’ ourselves up in th’ process. Yer wind, and a fire strike? Could make a right flamethrower.”

Kismet grabbed his fallen dagger and sheathed both of them with a thoughtful look on his face. “Maybe not your close-range elemental abilities, that’d have too much of a chance to hurt you. But something like… Roelle’s lightning? We could make a lightning storm at a longer range.”

“Hells, I wouldn’t wanna be on th’ receivin’ end ‘a tha’,” Shev mused. They started toward the bar, simultaneously snaking arms around each other as they walked. “Whatcha want ta drink, Starlight? I’ll make ya somethin’.”

“Anything’s fine,” Kismet responded with a smile and a sideways glance, “ as long as I don’t have to beg for it.”

[katalinhunter]

Tempest

Sometimes life came at you like the rush of a storm. It would pick you up, carry you along, pelt you with everything it could. Other times it would be twisting, a spinning, a whirl that takes your breath away as it lifts you, only to drop you right back where you started.

This wasn't one of those times. This was the calm after, the storm passed, clouds on the horizon and maybe they weren't even blowing in your direction.

There was no chance of Katalin fretting or worrying about the next storm. She was fully in the here and now, enjoying her life, still adjusting to the differences between Calico and Corsa'ir. Cal had a shred of her former husband's soul in him which brought with it more similarities then she expected but those also threw the differences into sharp contrast. Not a bad thing, not an urgent thing, just casually adapting, appreciating, wondering, and most definitely not mentioning to him in any detail.

She could hear him finishing up his shower but continued reading, waiting until she came to a good stopping point. The book, a treatise on Yak T'el history, was a bit dry for her tastes but there was good information tucked inside it. A small crystal from that area rested on the table next to her, catching the sunlight that shone into the house. A stylized winged serpent was etched within it.

[amoderndayinhell]

Inktober Day 10: Nomadic! Just a little late featuring Tempest again. They wander from place to place picking up missions and working with whatever they run into. They often camp in random areas or get hotel rooms and they don't stay anywhere for long. Artist @pixelerror404

[raayllum]

one day i'll write a rayllum thing to "Let me not to the marriage of true minds" bc if there was ever a rayllum sonnet it's that