open post | 2k25 edition.

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open post, 2k25 edition. you know the drill. ask for one of the below menaces or an unlisted character you know i play, or if you're feeling frisky, ask for someone you know i don't play but wish i did. pic prompts, text prompts, music prompts, starters, just a general list of vibes, anything goes. the brainworms i have right now: silco arcane game boys: astarion ancunín baldur's gate 3 homelander the boys emmrich volkarin dragon age: the veilguard brainworms (with only a little rust!): oswald cobb the penguin raphael baldur's gate 3 galadriel the lord of the rings alex casey alan wake 2 greatest hits: petyr baelish asoiaf/got danny rayburn bloodline old guys (depressed): wade tillman hbo's watchmen justin crowe carnivàle luthen rael andor/star wars cho sang-woo squid game john wick john wick john childermass strange/norrell james flint black sails jimmy mcgill better call saul old guys (less depressed): dracula bram stoker's tom wambsgans succession forge fitzwilliam d&d hannibal lecter hannibal problematic women: milner utopia jennifer check jennifer's body amy elliott dunne gone girl deeply problematic men: black jack randall outlander kilgrave jessica jones the man in black westworld heinreich volmer a cure for wellness duck teddington mute larys strong house of the dragon anomalies: dale cooper twin peaks steve rogers mcu henry goodsir the terror original characters: anton valentine stella twenty fletcher low levi jansson sam keane six

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[ It is winter. Daniel sleeps, mostly, and has stranger dreams: of eagles that tear apart two-headed calves, and rain that falls upwards, and snakes that eat their own tail yet still remain ravenous. But it is winter, and when he wakes he feeds his dreams to the small row of potted plants that sit on the windowsill, and it is still winter but Daniel is rested, and he lives with Stella, and there are few complaints.

(Somebody is coming for them. Soon, before the season is over. He hasn't told Stella, not about the dreams, and the omens. But maybe he doesn't need to.)

They are an hour's drive to the nearest hamlet. Frost creeps its way into the English countryside, and the farmland they stay on is no less spared. There is some work to do, but not all: horses that need to be covered, hay that needs to be changed, chickens kept warm in the henhouse. Tasks that are done in the morning. The afternoons are simpler: for rest, or for short trips, or reading by the fire.

On one particular afternoon, Daniel returns. Three hours later, one trip to town and back. Inside the stonework of the farmhouse, with beams that creak and stone that endures, he gently places the furry beast into Stella's lap. Black, fluffy, with gummy eyes and a full belly and small, puppy squeaks. ]

He'll need a name.

[ Daniel offers, pleasantly. He brought other things from town, too: a new heater, food, warmer clothes. And one puppy, a black lab, squirmy and sleepy at the same time. ]