#ice flight lore

[comicaly]

If you're walking through the plains and the horizon line disappears, the snow and white skies becoming one, then you can walk straight up into the stratosphere - where you'll forever be stuck. To prevent this, listen for your own footsteps, the crunch of the ice beneath feet signifying you're still tied to the ground.

[lichennthrope-fr]

Everyone has to look at my new son Casimir. My baby boy. I love him so much. 

[lionsongfr]

Crystalline Gala Cuisine

Been a bit since I made a festival cuisine, and since my old ones have been circulating, I guiltily figured I should make one for the Gala before it ends.  Gaolers and Tundras are both herbivores (though Gaolers also eat meat), but I headcanon that like most herbivores they will opportunistically eat fish, insects, and meat when given the chance. The dishes have a bit more mixing than the previous cuisine; in the Icefield you eat what you can and as much as you can to survive. Potato Onions are my replacement for potatos, because FR needs potatoes (and citrus and tomatoes and wheat and rice and spices).

Seeker Stew- originally a stew of necessity for traveling Seekers, it was made of dried Sea Grass, small Cragside Mussels, canned Common Minnows, Sour Elk milk, and spoiled Turnips. The dish was transformed back home, using fresh Spinach, meaty Olympia Oysters, Jumbo Shrimp, new Potato Onions, and…sour Snowfall Elk milk. Funk is flavor!

Shalefin in a Fur Coat- this uniquely named dish is a layered salad, like the layers of a Tundra fur coat. It is made of finely sliced pickled Shalefin fillets, grated Potato Onion, Gradish, and Honeycrisp Apple, and chopped hard-boiled Flecked Bushrunner eggs. The key binding ingredient is a flavorful mayonnaise made of Elk tallow, Dappled Clucker yolks, and dill.

Bear in a Cave Dumplings-a favorite of the Fae scholars of the Frozen Sanctum. It is a boiled or fried Potato Onion dumpling filled with fried Wooly Bear, Wild Onion, and Dryad's Saddle. It can be served with melted Elk milk butter and Winter’s Delight jam or a white sauce spiced with dried Dusky Mealworm and imported Golden Pepper.

Tundra Grub- a dish named after the main protein of the dish: a sausage filled with Tundra Grub meat, Longneck-grown oats, and Elk blood. The sausage is fried along with strips of Tundra Cactus before being added to an earthy brown sauce of Mycena Mushroom and Earthworms. It is typically served with an unleavened flatbread made of rye or Longneck oats, or a mash of Potato Onion.

Woodland Turkey Dinner- this was once a seasonal dish, but now is common year-round. While the star of the dinner is the roasted Woodland Turkey, the side dishes are just as essential. The most common is: Deep Sea Lobster and Jumbo Shrimp stuffing, roasted Winter Brussel Sprouts with a Superberry vinegarette, Tundra Grub and Potato Onion mash with Mycena Mushroom gravy, and Stonecorn rolls with Elk cheese and White Lace Honeybee honey. And last but not least, a Cinnamon and Honeycrisp Apple pie. A heavy dinner said to put even Sentinels to sleep!

Trunk Cheese- not actually cheese, but a cold meat dish made of fresh Bullephant Trunk (or Mammophant, though it is not as tasty).  The meat of the trunk is removed and cooked in a mix of spices and Wild Onion, and then poured and set with gelatin in the skin of the trunk. Slices are cut from the trunk and served upon rye bread with strong Wild Mustard and pickled Gradish.   

Edamame Soup and Pancakes- a popular yet odd combination of savory and sweet. This dish features a Chilled Edamame soup (heated of course, the chilled variety of plants grow better in the hot houses of Icefield) with large chunks of smokey Elk bacon, a sprinkle of thyme, and a dollop of Wild Mustard. The pancakes are made of nutty and mildly sweet Amaranth flour and served with Winter’s Delight jam. The soup is traditionally dished with a silver spoon, after a mighty Tundra king was poisoned by his favorite soup.

Warden’s Delight- a dessert, a snack, a spread upon rye bread, and a delight to every hatchie. It is a mix of Elk tallow, Spotted Seal or Wooly Walrus oil, fresh snow, and Winter’s Delight. As the mixture is whipped into fluffy peaks, it is traditional to sing “Warden’s Delight to fight off the night, no Shade or beast shall fill my sight. Drive away the hunger, drive away the cold, fill my belly and make me bold.”

Frozen Bouquet- flowers are rarity in the Southern Icefield, but this bouquet is made from flash-frozen flowers and fruits. After thawing they are quickly coated in a thin layer of crystalized maple syrup and then arranged into a bouquet. Often the bouquets have hidden meanings like Pretty Pink Mums for courting. Winterbelle for strength, and Wolfsbane for warning. But what every Tundra fears the most is a bouquet of Black Tulips.

 Crisp Morning Cider- Vodka is life to Ice Flight, the warmth in one’s chest in a land where winter never ends. And while most drink it “neat”, when rations are low then cocktails are the answer!  This drink is a common morning warmer and is a mix of White Lace Honeybee honey with hot water, Vodka, Honeycrisp Apple cider, and Cinnamon.

Boreal Brew-a tea made from the leaves of whatever green tree is available. Birch, Fir, Spruce, and Pine can all be brewed into an astringent tea with a citrus-y aftertaste. Unfortunately, Birch, Fir, and Spruce are typically harvested during Spring-Summer- but Pine is harvested during December. To help remove the bitter taste, Pine can be fermented with sugar for a week to a month (fermentation time depending on temperature) and then filtered and served as cold tea.

[azurebolt-fr]

"KYAHAHAHAHAAAAAA"

Several icy explosions are set off in the vicinity of Paradisium. It's Noell. We can't stop them, sorry. All other Starwood Strand clans are advised to evacuate for a few hours.

[greyknight-fr]

A quick WIP of my Aberration Nivis. Some thoughts/lore.

It has eighteen claws (Three on each foot), four arms, four eyes, three heads, two (back) legs, two wings, and one tail. Their body is covered in a dense coat of fur.

The center head has three eyes and controls the body while conscious. The left and right heads each have one eye and function at the will of the center head. The left and right head never speak, but will occasionally hiss or snarl. All three heads have small antlers that grow and fall out without much rhyme or reason so they stay fairly small and often asymmetric.

The Left and the Right each have their own more ‘feral’ consciousness that can comprehend simple commands from other dragons if the center head is incapacitated, but cannot speak in more than a garbled whisper. If the center head is unconscious/incapacitated the two remaining heads would have to coordinate with one another to do so, each controlling their respective half of the body unilaterally. In this rare situation, they tend to bicker and fight with one another instead of coordinate.

Nivis refers to themselves as ‘we’ or ‘us’ and occasionally ‘it’ when speaking about themselves. 

Considering either two wings, four wings, or no wings. If so, they would most likely be big and feathered, or closer to Gaoler wings (Small and webbed with fur). 

Lore-wise Nivis may have been a Seeker Order Gaoler that fell into the WyrmWound while on the Hunt and returned to the Southern Icefields because of grain of memory and/or the IceWarden recognized one of Her children and called them Home to serve Her once more even in it’s deformed shape. in any case, they are Kaith’s newer recruits and certainly a handful.

[screamingsylveon]

The Temple Of The Fallen Light

Vincent Scrying (#51839808)

"What can the gods do that I can't do?" - Vincent

Pronouns: he/him Breed: Imperial Element: Ice

Role at the temple: He is the sorcerer of the temple. Story: Vincent was the first one who joined Ray on his mission. Although he believed Ray was just an ordinary dragon who became crazy after hitting his head, he learned fast his new friend wasn't as normal – or crazy – as he thought. Vincent watched Ray telling beautiful stories about deities and angels, peace and harmony. He watched him touching the hearts of other dragons and giving them hope and encouraging them to go for their dreams. Ray also gave Vincent hope, for he had never felt being part of a clan or family. Though he is skeptical about the gods of Sornieth, he enjoys spending time with Ray and helping him to archive his goal.

"Whatever Ray says... we are a cult." - Vincent

[here-there-were-dragons]

there is so little useable lore on undertides and so much of it paints them as uniformly isolationist and unlikely for most to do anything else that i simply cannot think of any compelling reason for an undertide to live or go anywhere but the ocean between ice and fire and the thousand-current sea, much less be of any but three or so elements.

[spiteriisen]

tag drop ; avelin levasseur.

( guess i'm a coward ; a songbird who won't risk flight. ✧ ic. ) avelin levasseur. ( pretty as mist refracting light ; but sometimes i look like i'm barely alive. ✧ visage. ) avelin levasseur. ( i am a sinner with a perfect smile ; you took to the rhythm of a no-good liar. ✧ isms. ) avelin levasseur. ( heart like a ghost town at sundown ; a beautiful disguise-- a beautiful lie. ✧ aesthetic. ) avelin levasseur. ( you hide behind your metaphors ; & pray that no one sees. ✧ lore. ) avelin levasseur.

( i'm gonna keep it false with you chief ; i'm gonna lie to you. ✧ crack. ) avelin levasseur. ( i want to dance on the horizon line ; but there is something i am caged behind. ✧ game shenanigans. ) avelin levasseur.

connections ;

( oh brilliant scholar you've learned to see through my act ; tell me i'm wrong-- take off my mask. ✧ avelin & ankita. ) passionfell. ( hidden in the dark-- mockingbird & mouse ; when words fail the shadows we cast tell our stories. ✧ avelin & lilstele. ) deityleft. ( simple tales are only told to children ; sink your teeth into choice & learn to savor the taste. ✧ avelin & alwin. ) risingretribution.

[noturnurse]

@red-flight liked for a random rebellion era Fhaj'ha starter for Hobbie!

❝ Hobbie klivan, right? Sorry for the wait i had to grab some things from the other wing, my name is Doctor Elmirr, but you can call me Fhaj'ha. Ill be doing some last tests before you're discharged. ❞

Fhaj'ha's voice ring's out as she steps into her office, sending the young man a small smile as she passes the parcel from one set of arms to the other before placing it on the cabinet next to her. She's knows him vaguely, the young pilot with the festering leg wound, but she had never actually met him due to the fact that they had him placed in the main medical wing where they had more medic's to keep an eye on him, which she only went to if she needed new supplies.

[disheveledapathy]

Please appreciate the fact I drew this instead of doing work, there are so many characters in this piece I'm loosing it,

Left to right: Noctilux - veilspun, Monitor - fae, Joule - mirror, Detris - Pearlcatcher, Arc - wildclaw, Hallows - nocturne. I'm @ naughtilus on fr if u wanna see their colors!

[alstroemeria-fox]

also ive been thinking about moving flights...... i love light but its been really hard to get properlt away from my old lore which leaned very heavily into light flight themes.  i keep thinking of things then immediately feeling theyre stale & uninspiring bc it was too close to what i had before

i have 5 months until i can do another change so i have time to think it over ig

[spiral-fracture]

all those flight rising blogs I never unfollowed when both their and my interest waned......tempting me now

[powderblueblood]

HELLFIRE & ICE masterlist

life in hawkins, indiana is bittersweet for an eighteen year old like you. up to this point you've enjoyed your reign as the resident rich bitch ice queen of hawkins high. you glide above the student body with an impenetrable grace— until the IRS comes knocking and your family loses everything that makes you you; the money, the super-trendy clothes, the people you called friends. you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park— directly across the lot from resident hellfire king and noted freak, eddie munson. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.

pairing: eddie munson x f!oc, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!oc and unrequited jonathan byers x f!oc, platonic!nancy wheeler x f!oc, platonic!ronnie ecker x f!oc

tags: NSFW / MINORS TURN BACK NOW! f!oc is written in the immersive second person; she does have a name and a background, but no physical description is mentioned in the text. enemies to star-crossed lovers on a slow burn setting, angst, misunderstanding, yearning, swearing, smoking, drinking, era-typical classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, smut including but not limited to voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of, really mean jokes, eventual fluff (i promise). extremely canon divergent with references to flight of icarus.

ready to light this place up?

❦ - SERIES

❦ - chapter one: THE POISE, LUCK and INTEGRITY OF A KENNEDY

❦ - chapter two: VIOLENT DELIGHTS at HARRINGTON'S HOUSE

❦ - chapter three: EDDIE MUNSON COMMITS TREASON (BREAKS UP a CAT FIGHT)

❦ - chapter four: HOT SKIN and a HALL PASS

❦ - chapter five: CHEERLEADERS MAKE BAD NEIGHBORS

❦ - chapter six: IN MY ORBIT

❦ - chapter seven: WELCOME to the REAL WORLD, JACKASS

❦ - chapter eight: SEWN UP

❦ - chapter nine: EDDIE the OBVIOUS and the LADY SPHINX

❦ - chapter ten: THE NEW FACE OF FAILURE

❦ - chapter eleven: ALL TOMORROW'S KEGGERS

❦ - chapter twelve:

❦ - chapter thirteen:

❦ - chapter fourteen:

❦ - chapter fifteen:

❦ - chapter sixteen:

❦ - epilogue

❦ - BLURBS N SHIT

in-universe requests are open for business

flashback - LACY'S DAD GETS ARRESTED

flashback - EDDIE MUNSON STAMPS NICOLE SUMMERS' V-CARD (NOT A BOARD WAXER, NOT IN MAUI)

what if - EDDIE FOUND LACY'S JOURNAL

what if - LACY FOUND EDDIE'S WEIRD SERIAL KILLER WRITING SCRAPS

lore - ALL ABOUT THE BOOKSTORE

blurb - EDDIE HEARS LACY HAVING A SEX DREAM AND...

blurb - EDDIE TELLS LACY HOW HIS PARENTS MET

blurb - LACY VISITS HER DAD IN PRISON

blurb - FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON

blurb - YES, NURSE RATCHED

blurb - THE BANDANA

blurb - EDDIE FS CASS FINNIGAN IN THE A

blurb - THE LACY AND JONATHAN OF IT ALL

blurb - THE KING OF HAWKINS HIGH: AN AL MUNSON STORY

❦ - FUN STUFF

soundtrack - VOLUME ONE

[floylia]

# MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾

— TRANSCRIPT: YEAR 4 | NO DADDIES, JUST ISSUES

CHARACTERS:

Childe (Ajax): In his last year of university as an international business major. He was offered a full-ride scholarship as a varsity swim athlete. At first, he had no intentions of taking swimming seriously, but winning medals and experiencing the thrill of competitions became his high. He quickly became U of T’s swim captain, winning people left and right thanks to his extroverted nature.

Thoma: A hospitality management major, referred to as a mysterious, yet friendly guy. He’s always ready to help others but refuses to be helped. He’s the friend who drops random lore about his life story growing up. All they know is that he was born in Mondstadt, but grew up in Inazuma. They don’t even know that you, his younger sister, exist. It’s not a secret, he just never bothered telling them. No one asked after all.

Diluc: When his father passed, he was determined to graduate as a business major to inherit his father’s business. Now he’s in his senior year of university; the student council president; and the campus’ sought-after bachelor. He may seem refined to others but he can be a menace. He and Childe met in their 1st year of Uni on Valorant. Diluc happened to flame Childe during the match. Childe loved the competition and added the red-head. It took them 5 months of duo queuing to figure out they attended the same school.

Kaeya: A 4th-year aeronautics major. As a kid, he grew fascinated with planes. The 1st time he rode one was with his adopted father and Diluc. The flight attendants and pilot’s welcoming gazes signified a new beginning. From there, he vowed to be a pilot who brings smiles to travelers. In the meantime, he works part-time for an ice skating rink, helping with deliveries and training.

Kaveh: The beloved architecture major. Sleep is not in his vocabulary. Although, alcohol is. He is very passionate about his studies to the point that his friends have to remind him to relax once in a while. Although, there are still days when they can’t contact him – the best way is through his roommate. Since Kaveh is always busy, he doesn’t have time to earn extra money. Instead, he’s anticipating for an unpaid internship once he graduates.

SYNOPSIS: There’s a line Childe knows he shouldn’t cross; A line built on years of friendship; A line that happens to cross you, his best friend’s younger sister, grieving her first love; A line where he plays savior, wears a halo, then feign ignorance, because love is a game for fools—and he happens to be the biggest idiot when it comes to love.

When a new stranger invades your life and an old poet writes back.

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[jerzwriter]

A Time to Heal

Trystan x Carolina

One thing is for certain. When @/artbyainna (IG) comes to bat, she only hits home runs. I have run out of superlatives to describe how incredible her art is a long, long time ago... but she did it again! I simply love this!

Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Series) Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose) Rating: Mature / 18+ / NSFW Words: 1,500 Summary: After a rough day on the job, Carolina & Trystan return to her apartment, where Trystan wants nothing more than to take care of her. But in the end, they realize they do their best healing together. A/N: @lexicook74-blog asked for a Trystan x Carolina hurt/comfort fic a long, long time ago. I can take a long time to get to them, but I'm determined to do all asks sent to me :) I hope you like it! Submitting to @choicesjunechallenge2024. It doesn't fit any of the prompts completely, but we can see indecision before he surrenders.

The two flights of stairs that led to Carolina’s apartment were something she and Trystan typically navigated with ease. If she took double steps, she'd be upstairs in a matter of seconds. Sometimes, Trystan would yell, “Race you!” when he already had a three-step lead, and they’d both end up panting before her door in an instant. But today wasn’t a typical day.

Trystan trudged along, inches behind his limping partner, who let out a soft whimper with every other step she took. Ensuring she got upstairs was his only concern, so he did his best to conceal his own pain. With just four steps to go, he thought he was in the clear when a muscle spasm seized his back and thwarted his plans.

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow... ouch!” He cried out in pain.

“Trystan,”  Carolina exclaimed. “What’s wrong? I knew you were hurt, too!”

“It’s nothing,” he replied, trying to wave it off, but his clenched teeth said otherwise. “If the Drakovian press knew I was whining about something so superficial, the people would demand my passport be rescinded at once.”

Carolina shook her head and leaned against the door as she fished around the bottom of her purse to find her keys.

“Does everything have to tie back to some strange Drakovian lore?”

“Usually,” he smirked, placing a kiss on her cheek.

A feeling of tranquility washed over them as they stepped inside. Carolina’s apartment. It was small and far from fancy, but the warm, cozy space always gave them a sense of peace. At minimum, they were pretty sure the floor under their feet would support them. Something they hadn’t had the luxury of earlier today.

“Come,” he said, guiding her to the couch. “Let’s get you seated.”

“Me?” she protested. “But you’re hurt, too!”

“Your hip is badly bruised and you’ve been limping! I still say you should have seen a doctor! You’re hurt. I merely have a boo-boo.”

“A boo-boo?” Carolina chuckled as he sat beside her. “Can I kiss it and make it all better?”

The smirk on his lips and the fire coming alive in his eyes made his thoughts clear, but ensuring his girlfriend was all right was his priority this evening.

“If you’re a good girl and let me take care of you, maybe I’ll let you tend to my boo-boos later.”

He rose from the couch to get Carolina an ice pack, but she reached for his hand and stopped him in his tracks.

“No, stay with me.”

“Lina,” he sighed. “Let me take care of you! You fell through a floor in an abandoned building today!”

“Ehh,” she shrugged. “It’s all in a day’s work. I’ve been through much worse. Besides, you fell through that same floor!”

“I just pulled a muscle,” he said, arching his back. “It’s nothing.”

“Well, mine is really nothing, too. We were quite lucky.”

“Of course we were,” he grinned, placing a buss on her lips. “You’re my good luck charm, after all.”

“Please,” she laughed. “Your life has been filled with one nightmare after another since we met. I’m hardly your good luck charm.”

“Ah, but I survived every one of those challenges, some of them largely because of you, so I’m sorry, Detective Rose. You’re my good luck charm. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make you chicken soup.”

“Chicken soup?” She queried. “That’s for colds and the flu, not two idiots falling through a ceiling.”

“Yes, but in times of trouble... we go with what we know. So, chicken soup it is.”

An hour later, they sat at the kitchen table, still sore, but full bellies delivered some relief.

“See, I told you,” Trystan mumbled as he bit into a crusty piece of bread. “Chicken soup heals all.”

“I guess,” Carolina smiled but quickly winced as her aches reminded her they were far from gone.

“Are you OK?”

“Just sore. I’m thinking of taking two Advil and then getting into a hot bath.”

“Don’t say another word!” He took their plates and began clearing the table. “I’ll go run the water for you.”

“Trystan, I can run my own bath!”

“Nope! This is not a battle you will win.”

“Fine,” she laughed. “I’ve learned to choose my battles with you. But make sure you add the new bubble bath we bought. This is a great time to start using it”

Moments later, Trystan helped Carolina to the bathroom; her face lit up when she saw what he had done. The scent of the lavender bubble bath wafted through the air, as dozens of little candles glistened around her old clawfoot tub, washing the room in a mystical glow.

“Trystan,” she smiled. “What did you do!”

“I can’t expect you to convalesce in an unsuitable environment.”

“You spoil me,” she sighed.

“And you better get used to it.”

Trystan helped her out of her clothes, becoming more transfixed with each new item that fell to the floor. Carolina was stunning, and he always found her irresistible; but the combination of candlelight and moonlight pouring in the window reflecting on her skin, their shadows accentuating every delicate curve on her body, it left him breathless.

But that’s not what tonight was about, and when he felt his body begin to stir, he deliberately turned away. Relieved when she slipped into the warm water. With her exquisite figure concealed under a plethora of bubbles, his primal urges began to dissipate.

“Ahhhh,” she breathed, as her tension drifted away. “This is just perfect.”

Trystan placed a small table with strawberry-infused water within her reach, then kneeled beside the tub, gently bopping her nose with a bubble-strewn finger.

 “You’re perfect.”

But Carolina's mood visibly shifted when he stood up and asked if she needed anything before he left.

“Leaving? Why are you leaving?” She tapped the water gently with an open hand. “There is plenty of room in here; I was hoping you’d join me.”

“But I want you to relax; you took quite a fall today.”

“Trystan,” she said with an arched brow. “You took the same fall! Now, get in here with me. That’s an order.”

“Well, if it’s an order...” he smirked.

Quickly removing his clothes, he slid into the tub across from his love, letting out a deep sigh the moment his body was submerged. With his arms stretched over the tub's sides and his legs rubbing against Carolina’s silky skin he wondered why this hadn't been his plan all along.

“This is divine,” he swooned.

“I told you! No way was I going to let you miss out on this.”

“And for that, I thank you!”

They closed their eyes, reclining in the soothing waters for a long while; but when Trystan opened his eyes again, he found Carolina’s sultry brown eyes peering at him, a playful grin on her face. 

“Yessss?” He droned.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are in this lighting?”

“In this lighting?" He said, feigning insult. "I thought I looked sexy in all lighting!"

Carolina barked out a laugh. “That goes without saying, of course! But in this lighting... you’re especially desirable.”

Carolina was stunned; perhaps the candlelight was impeding her vision, but she swore she saw Trystan Thorne blush.

“You’re one to talk,” he whispered. “You’re simply ravishing.”

The lapping water made delicate sounds as Carolina pushed herself up and moved closer to Trystan. This allowed him a quick peek at her luscious curves before he felt them pressed firmly against his chest.

“Then, why aren’t you ravishing me," she purred in his ear.

Trystan thought he might melt into the water. “Lina,” he moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

Her pride morphed into a smile as she dragged her hand up his thigh, then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, skimmed her fingers along his hardened length.

“I haven’t done anything yet,” she teased. “But that’s about to change.”

He let out a muffled growl when her arms wrapped around him, stoking her desire even more.

“Lina, you’re hurt," he said, offering one last out.

“I’m fine!"

“I want you to feel better!”

She pushed back with seductive eyes, just begging to be taken.

“If you want me to feel better... I can offer some suggestions on how you can do that.”

His erection pulsated against her thigh, and she silently lauded herself for her restraint at that moment.

“Are you sure?” he whispered as her hands sunk under the water grasping him at his base, pleasuring him with slow, deliberate strokes until he quivered beneath her.

“100% sure,” she hissed, parting his lips with her tongue, entangling it with his for a long, sensual kiss.

The grin on his face couldn’t have been wider when they parted. “If you keep doing this, I'll see to it that we fall through ceilings together every day."

Carolina straddled him, placing him at her center before holding him tight. Unbridled shrieks of pleasure filled the air as she slowly sank down on him. He reached up and cupped her breasts just as he filled her completely. She closed her eyes, remaining still for just a moment to savor the feeling, and then, with a wicked grin she began to grind shamelessly against him.

If either had a worry about the water that splashed onto the floor, they certainly didn't show it as they brought each other to the precipice of pleasure again, and again until they unraveled in each other's arms.

“I don’t know what doctor recommended this treatment plan,” Trystan said trying to catch his breath. “But I really need to thank them.”

"What, this is how I fix boo-boos?" Carolina smiled.

"Then, I need to thank you."

Shortly after, the couple curled up in bed... completely in need of painkillers to soothe their aching muscles. But the blissful smiles on their faces as they drifted off to sleep made it very, very clear... sore muscles be damned, it had all been worth it.

@choicesficwriterscreations

[greyknight-fr]

LORE DUMP 1

In order to work out Lore business I used this nifty 40 FR World Building Questions by Cryptid on FR! Check it out HERE! I worked on this a while back, but for now I am going through each prompt & re-vamping them a little as I go. I’ll probably work through the list out of order.

Some IceFallen Cannon to keep in mind that differs from FR Cannon:  The IceWarden. The Icewarden is female she/her pronouns. She is often referred to as "The Mother” by Gaolers and Tundra dragons. She resides deep within the Fortress of Ends guarding Ancient Evils not seen since the First Age. 

Gaolers and Tundra. Gaolers are Viviparous dragons and their young are referred to as 'cubs' or 'pups'. (They do not hatch from eggs.) Tundra dragons are descendants of Gaoler dragons much like dogs are to wolves. This may have been achieved through specific traits common in outcasts or deserters who, over time forgot their origins, or Gaolers breeding with other breeds of dragons, or a combination of both. Traditional Gaolers frown on either possibility and choose not to acknowledge their potential blood-relations to their softer cousins.

2. Is there a class difference in your lair? If so, how do the ‘lower’ ranks of their society live? If not, how do they maintain equality? As cubs, Gaolers are trained by the CubWarden until they are old enough to choose an Order: Keeper, Seeker, or Sentry. A Gaoler who fails to choose and serve an Order is not acknowledged by Order Gaolers. Rarely a young Gaoler may feel strongly that they belong to the Overseer Order and challenge an Overseer for their post, more often, a Veteran Keeper may advance to the Overseer Order by the will of the Council.  The Sentinels - Crafted by the IceWarden Herself, these god-like beings hold their posts within the Fortress of Ends. They are Her Will made flesh and blood, Her children. Their attitude about the IceWarden IMO is similar to how loyalist Space Marines feel about the Emperor of Mankind from Warhammer 40K. This beloved reference will probably appear a few more times. Order of Overseers - This Order of Gaolers are judge, jury, and executioner for all within the territory of their Clan. They are looked to for guidance and form a council when necessary. They are guardians of Greater Horrors kept at  maximum security levels within the Fortress of Ends. Each Overseer watches over no more than two charges at one time during their entire career and they serve this duty until the end of their lives. Unlike other Gaoler Orders, Overseers are either granted the title by the council of Overseers when considered worthy, or take the title from an established Overseer in formal combat. This uncommon challenge is often fought to the death. Order of Keepers - This Order of Gaolers functions much like Overseer Order Gaolers, however they are more of a brotherhood and work more closely with Seeker and Sentry Order Gaolers. They delegate assignments, process incoming inmates, and work together among themselves in rotation to keep watch over the more plentiful Lesser Horrors and villainous beasts.  Order of Sentries - Gaolers who prevent intruders from reaching the Fortress of Ends. They work a strict and ancient perimeter in life bonded pairs or groups of three. In IceFallen, there are two factions of Sentries: The Dawnguard and The Night Heralds. They work in shifts respectively during the daylight hours or at night based on their specializations. Order of Seekers - Hunters who chase the Horrors of this world. They work in packs of 5-10 Gaolers and travel the greatest distance from IceFallen territory, only returning to report, obtain requisition, or turn in a bounty. Gaolers who join this Order are often expected to live fast and die very young. The Exalted - This is a special sect of Modern breed dragons who have answered the call of The Mother. They have abandoned material wealth and pledged themselves to the purpose of keeping the evils of this world locked away. They assist all of the Gaoler Orders from the Seekers to the High Overseer and hold many positions of authority within IceFallen. They perform most of the Hunting and Gathering for the Clan, an essential task to keep the Gaolers at top performance and eliminate the need to leave their posts for long periods of time. With the introduction of The Exalted, there have been more healthy cubs, longer careers, and overall more peaceful living for Gaolers.

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