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Zee ❄️Winterker❄️
@zeewhitaker.bsky.social
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Writer of fantasy, romance, witchcraft, and LGBTQIA+ themes!

I'm just a soft hearted romantic who loves stories about the farthest depths of human emotion which largely happen around swords and dragons.

Autistic, bi, 30s, she/her. married. mdni. no AI.
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Shi Qingxuan from TCGF!
waist-up shot of Shi Qingxuan in male form, smiling, holding his fan, in the heavenly realm with a cherry tree and a mansion behind him waist-up shot of Shi Qingxuan in her female form, smiling, holding her horse-hair whip, with a dark cloudy sky behind her
December 18, 2025 at 11:55 PM
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#AwesomeCharacters

It's not precisely a dream, but Farley does have a vision of sorts during the huge initial event which sets up the rest of the story.
"This charge in your hands, water witch. You will try." Like instinct, like I didn’t choose to, I gasp deeply and drink the air. I draw the black fog into my lungs. It soaks through me from there, and it’s then that I panic. I’m cold, aching, I can feel soft tissue seizing. Rigor mortis wants my limbs. As the cold travels my veins, everything in my spirit rebels. Instinct wants to reject this water; its energy is the ruin of life, and my entire being screams against it. I should not be absorbing this into my spirit. But I’ve asked for Ennai’s power, and I think they allowed it. Now I have to receive my gift. I hold up my cup and beg it be filled. I’m not in the little cottage’s garden anymore, or on solid ground at all. I see a deep, lightless abyss, speckled with nautical snow. Eyeless, finned things drift without weight or propulsion. It’s unbearably cold. A fan-like head trails long tresses from its elbows, so impossibly long that they disappear into the depth beyond my sight. The water is squeezing, compressing. I hear the weight of a thousand mountains, the keen of monolith whales that tilt toward a sky they’ll never see. My ribs break with a dampened crackle that I hear from the inside out. I’m going to be crushed, plunged under a pressure I could never hope to withstand. I think of the snake and the egg. I close my eyes. The joy in me is quiet, but it drowns the fear, because I know what will happen to me now. I’m going to die in exchange for my request. For this spell. I’m going to become an ingredient. A strong one. A sacred one. The only one of its kind. Then. Peace. Impossibly, I feel no water. Instead, there is a soft breeze along my dry skin, lifting me into the sky.
December 18, 2025 at 11:40 PM
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Linhardt von Hevring from Fire Emblem 3H!
Fullbody shot of Linhardt from Fire Emblem in his timeskip character design
December 18, 2025 at 11:20 PM
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Cole from Dragon Age Inquisition!
scarecrow ghost boy with an unsettling demeanor I adore you
December 18, 2025 at 10:56 PM
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Gale Dekarios from BG3!
Bust shot of Gale from Baldur's Gate 3 in purple and blue robes with a background of swirling blue colors in the astral plane's sky
December 18, 2025 at 10:52 PM
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Raine from the Owl House!
December 18, 2025 at 10:20 PM
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Drop some wings

This is my idiot bird son, Seren, lovingly drawn by my amazing talented friend @sinlesssensation.bsky.social
December 17, 2025 at 10:36 PM
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the thrift find I just scored 😭💛💛💛
December 13, 2025 at 5:55 PM
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It's so disproportionate god chapter 3 is literally longer than both the others put together helppp 💀
a microsoft word document showing the scroll bar and how Rolan's chapter is longer than both Cal's and Lia's chapters combined
December 11, 2025 at 3:49 AM
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I should be working on my book right now but I've had this BG3 fic sitting unfinished for...literal years now, and I randomly got lightning struck with the inspiration for the final chapter.
I'm actually loving it a lot heheeee
Snip of Rolan and Dammon being adorable boyfriends 💛
“Mm. My brother called me a wizard today.” Dammon blinks. “And that…that’s bad.” “Of course.” “Because you are a…” “Sorcerer, yes. I’ve told you that.” “I didn’t forget.” “Forgive me, I, didn’t mean to imply that you had.” “And that bothered you?” Dammon’s cheeks go pinker as he tries to hide a fond smile. “You wanted to talk about it?” “I…” Rolan regrets this so, so much. He reels, his own face burning. “The two are very different things! It’s invalidating. He should know. By now. They—both of them, they ought to see.” Dammon lifts a hand to Rolan’s chin, tilting his face up so that he has no choice but to make eye contact. He leans in closer. “I know,” he comforts. “I see.” Rolan feels suddenly as though his legs might give out, and it’s nothing to do with any spells. Behind Dammon, the woman who'd taken his place at the anvil calls for his help. Dammon gives him a pained look. "Go, please, it can wait." "I...you will tell me the rest, though, later?" "Yes! Yes." He laughs, to ease the anxiety he has regrettably raised in his partner. "I'd like some of your time this evening. Is that alright?" “More than alright.” The gentle affection in Dammon's gaze glows like the forge at his back. He steps closer, leaning in to deliver a slow, soft kiss to his cheek. "My magnificent sorcerer." A good decision.
December 8, 2025 at 3:23 AM
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Fiddlesticks and Owlbert are here! Put em on my coat so they can come with me everywhere c:
God though now I need every other palisman in the set
December 7, 2025 at 9:04 PM
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#WIPSnips #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompt #WriteSky

Nov 22nd: Crystal

A little more on the core values of Farley's witchcraft as his coven taught him, with regard to the respect due to ingredients.
In the coven, surrounded by languages no one else learns, the water opened paths I’d never been able to find on my own. Most people can’t and that’s why we have witchmothers and apprenticeships. Until I started mine, I thought that to help living things was to defend them, to keep the egg safe from the snake. Alcie Redriver made me think of the snake. The egg is medicine for his hunger. Medicine is good, and precious, yes, and meant to be consumed. That’s what witches do. We behead precious flowers, we use up sacred energy, we break precious crystals into shards, and we handle all this with respect due. Reverent destruction. We don’t consume without service, and on vow of spirit-death, we do not underappreciate ingredients. I think that helped me know where I am. I realized I never hated snakes or foxes or any of those people who stole tomatoes off my father’s produce stand until he had to shut it down. I never actually thought anyone was evil for breaking eggs. I just can’t stand it when they waste yolk.
November 23, 2025 at 12:10 AM
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Thank you Charlie! And I will, this is my weekend plan
November 15, 2025 at 5:29 AM
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oh it's definitely a witchcraft night for me
Picture of red northern lights in the sky over a forested mountain framed by trees
November 12, 2025 at 3:47 AM
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she made a perfect circle
my calico cat curled up in her cat bed
November 9, 2025 at 2:15 AM
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Ok guys tell me what scenario you think is happening based on my DND rolls right now 🙃
Picture of the chat in roll20 where I have rolled a natural one for a performance check followed directly by a 2 and a 4 in investigation checks
November 2, 2025 at 11:04 PM
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#AwesomeCharacters

Farley is haunted by Caspen 🤣

Here is their meetcute, which has the perfect atmosphere for today. Blessed Samhain everyone!
I’m crouched at the base of the well filling up one of my buckets when I freeze. Crunches fall on the soft tall weeds. Each one exactly as far apart from one another, even, slow. My body doesn’t let me move. I don’t know how that ever helped anyone survive—the point where you’re so afraid, all you can do is stay still, as if the fanged thing that sees you shivering in the grass is going to think you’re a rock instead of a rabbit. I watch it come closer, the thing from my dream, its long legs ticking toward me like the swing of a clock’s arm. The twilight unable to touch the brilliant white of its cloaks. I can’t see an inch of skin, and I can’t breathe or think, and I can’t run. I’m going to let it get close enough, and it will do whatever it’s going to, and when Alcie finds my dried-up husk she’ll curse herself because obviously I was never strong enough to make it out here alone and she should have sent me in a group. I’m going to die and I won’t even be used properly. I’ll be “such a shame.” That’s the fate, the fairness, that my judge has decided for me. I’ll become what I did. A waste. The ghost is here.
October 31, 2025 at 11:18 PM
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#PlotTober Day 30: Art/aesthetic inspirations & vibes

The moodboards for Speak Its Name!!
October 30, 2025 at 10:26 PM
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#WIPSnips Oct 30th: spell

One of the most common spells a waterwitch uses is a spoken bath. Just submerge your patient entirely in one big potion.
“And it worked…?” I hear her mutter, just barely. I grind my teeth and dig my knuckles into my eyes. “…No.” Alcie is quiet. I don’t suppose I expect her to tell me things like ‘I told you so’ or ‘you knew it wouldn’t,’ but I think it might have been better. I’m not sure why, but whenever she’s disappointed in me and doesn’t say so out loud, I always try to make her. “No. I wasted it,” I repeat, but she still doesn’t yell at me, and I start getting desperate. Just break it, already, so we can see through. “I wasted the spell and Ennai’s blessing. I wasted most of my medicine bag. It didn’t work.” “Ennai blessed you,” she says. She sounds…dazed. And now I shut up. I knew this was bad, but I’ve never managed to do anything that makes Alcie afraid before. “What did they…say?” I recount my meeting with the death god in front of a blackened birdbath at a murder scene. She makes me go through each detail of it, and by the end I’m shivering in the water. In only ten minutes or less, I’ve sapped the bath’s warmth. Unnaturally quick. “…It’s gone cold,” I complain. “Get out, then.” She’s growling as she gets up. “Summoned Ennai. Cold bath, what a horror—fucking called down the Deer of Death for a chat and a handshake, but the bath’s cold.” I feel a bit better because that’s much more normal of her.
October 30, 2025 at 10:10 PM
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#AwesomeCharacters

Oh this is a great prompt for Caspen. Here's how much people fear the kind of thrall he is.
The name people gave them is “ghost children” because it's like being killed by a ghost. It might as well be the wind that takes you, a draft under the door come to sweep away your breath and leave the shell of you sitting in your rocking chair still holding your knitting. Walls of any thickness don't stop them, if you ask the departed senator in Castletown who spent thousands on an underground bunker, only to be found inside it with his vacant eyes still fixed diligently on the crooked treasury reports on his desk. One man was found standing in his wheatfield. Every day the young mail page would pass his farm at seven in the morning, glance out over the gently bobbing feathers of gold, and see Farmer Harlen with his scythe out in the middle of the field. Only on the fourth day did the page notice he'd been in the exact same spot each time, and on the fifth day he went up to shoo crows off the old man's shoulder and ask him why none of the wheat had gone down. It was because the scythe was occupied holding his board-stiff corpse upright. We witches sometimes get asked whether we have anything to protect against that great ghoulish thing that had grown from the first night at the first tavern where the snowball of a rumor is first packed. If fear is high, it's like fresh powder on the ground, and fear has been high ever since the prince got stolen. I always have to tell them that unless you're a newborn baby or a well that needs cleansing, there isn't a lot I can do for you. Children who are ghosts already are beyond my hands.
October 28, 2025 at 9:59 PM
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#WIPSnips Oct. 24: total

Actually wrote this for a fanfic but I like it a lot
It’s a hard thing, to discover that you are not intrinsically everything for them, the source of any resource they may seek, the one they turn to in totality of need. But maybe that sort of thing is the type of love that can only exist when people weave it into tapestries, sculpt it into idols kept on pedestals in hopeless hearts. The odds of two people meeting, and loving one another, AND not having to do any work to support each other is astronomical to the degree of stupid. In reality, all one needs to do, if they love someone, is be willing to learn how best to do so. "There is nothing I wouldn't learn for you."
October 24, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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You guys ever miss your bg3 Tavs? I do
Here are some of my favs. In order: Cadence (wizard), Virtu (monk), and Tillie (artificer).
Show me your tavs/durges!
October 21, 2025 at 2:00 AM
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she's sleeping on my jacket 😭 I love this little animal so much
October 19, 2025 at 5:02 AM
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Quote with 2 female video game characters that you like!
Cassandra from Dragon Age: Inquisition Lia from Baldur's Gate 3
October 12, 2025 at 8:54 PM
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I wrote a dragon age bard song just call me Maryden 😂
I am in so deep now I fear
What do you hear when no one's around you? I want to know what puts light in your eyes But you say that nothing's about you. The world moves around you like ghosts in the night. You're in the fire's ash That warmed us through cold winter's darkness and pain. Now a songbird echoes back. You linger like petrichor after the rain. Shadows are friends now that they contain you, There to sow comfort when everything's wrong. Still you say that nothing's about you. Well too bad my friend because now there's a song. Please don't wash away. The hush of your voice is the wind in the leaves. Our bond won't fade away If you let me keep you in my memories. All that you flew from needn't be frightful If you can see it with light in your eyes How can you say that nothing's about you? You keep our hearts strong as we hold up the sky.
October 9, 2025 at 12:04 AM