#rusted metal

[intheholler]

[anonymousleekao3]

Rusted.

Watercolour pencils on paper. Two days' work.

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[davidthephoneguy]

lil prince

his name is kaalu

Comms still open until May

[myxinec]

Legend of Zelda, tears of the kingdom- Fi if she actually got her form in her decayed state.

I was so excited to hear her theme when Zelda was talking to the master sword lol.

[burnedandchained]

[isamajor]

Two weeks of whump : day 10 to 14

The five final days of @promptsforyourwhumpfic‘s Two Weeks of Whump, with, Skyrim’s Custom Voiced Followers.

10 – Rusted Metal

The ruin was full of traps, to protect treasures and other offerings. They were guarded by Draugr who attacked with their ancient shouts that knocked them against the walls or disarmed them. His body thrown against an iron door, Lucifer fumbled to retrieve his sword. A small noise was heard when his hand touched a stone under the ground. Rusty stakes protruded from the stone and despite his reflexes, one of the spikes impaled the Argonian's arm, piercing his flesh before returning to his trap. He howled. Blood spattered his green scales, mingling with the rusty powder from the spear that had pierced him. (105)

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11 – Chains & Hanging

Taliesin was shackled and suspended by chains in a dimly lit chamber. In other circumstances, he would have found it nice.The cold metal bit into his wrists, his own weight pressing down on the chain cuffing his hands. The chains rattled with each movement and and the arms held well above his head forced him to stand on tiptoe. They were going to let him exhaust himself, hanging on these chains, before torturing him. He knew it, because not so long ago, he was part of a group that tortured people to extract information from them. (98)

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12 – Coffin

The stone sarcophagus had become her coffin. Locked in there by her own mother. To hide her, to protect her from her own father. The stone coffin walls seemed to approach her body, in an oppressive presence. Serana felt like she was suffocating, even though she hadn't been breathing for a long time. She had died since her meeting with Lord Molag Bal but locked in this crypt, she longed only for freedom and fresh air.  She had to sleep, that was all she had to do, for centuries and centuries, until one day someone freed her from her stone prison. (102)

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13 – Fish net

The water was a bit muddy. That didn't stop Xelzaz from diving into Lake Geir in search of ingredients for his potions. In this temperate water he knew you could find a lot of fish you couldn't find anywhere else in Skyrim, Slaughterfish eggs and, if he was lucky, maybe even pearls. Focused on his research, he did not see the fishing net stretched in his troubled waters. His limbs got caught in it and the harder he tried to extricate himself, the more the net tangled around him. Stuck, it was impossible for him to call for help, underwater. (102)

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14 – Corkscrew

Caryalind was often reminded that by virtue of his status, he could not do anything with his hands because he had never needed to. Wishing to prove the contrary, he wanted to open bottles of mead for his companions. He grabbed the corkscrew and stuck it in the cork. By turning then pulling, logically the bottle should open. But as the others looked on, in his haste, the cork ripped open and the corkscrew slipped from him, its metal tip scratching his hand, leaving a red streak on his golden skin. Caryalind gritted his teeth. The humiliation was more painful than his wound. (103)

You can find all the 14 drabbles for the two weeks here (the 8th chapter of a collection of 84 whump drabbles -for now- about Skyrim and its dangers (experienced mostly by the Dragonborn and their followers) !

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Nikon D610; 1/60; F/5.6; ISO 125; 105mm; 1:1 Macro

05/04/2024

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[marchacampinas]

Pool Infinity in Phoenix Mid-sized trendy backyard concrete and rectangular infinity pool fountain photo

[intheholler]

[jefkphotography]

A photo of metal and rusted iron.

[pamsdrabbles]

Less than two weeks until the end of NaNoWriMo!

How are everyone's projects going?

I'm 35,000 words in and definitely starting to lose speed. I have an outline with all the major beats I want to hit, but I left it in my home country while I'm currently studying abroad.... The downsides to being a writer who prefers to plot on paper :/

Luckily, because the story I'm working on, Rusted Metal, is one I know well and have toyed with for several years now, I have a rough idea on how to get to where I want to go. I even have several scenes that I adore and wouldn't have gotten to if I had followed my original outline! But man, trying to make things up on the spot is hard. I admire people who are complete pantsers.

Find me on the nano website and we can cheer each other on ^-^

[lsdadan]

[curious-suggestions]

The rusted metal, with its jagged and gnarled teeth dig deep into your flesh, a single miss step is all it took for them to pull you into their deseased gaping maw, ready to shred your flesh to excellent ribbons that celebrate their satiated hunger, the satisfaction of your blood as it pours like waterfalls down its jagged throat.

A simple miss step is all it took