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skull-bearer · 10 months

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Ivory Blood and Ebony playlist part 1

Fortress by Queens of the Stone Age

Definitely THE theme song for the series rewrite. I can just imagine them both singing this to each other as the intro plays. The best part is that it applies to both of them equally.

I don't want to fail you so I tell you the awful truth Everyone faces darkness on their own As I have done, so will you

Love it. Perfect.

Black Velvet by Melissa Etheridge

Definitely my theme song for this pairing. Slow, sweet and seductive. One of the original picks for this playlist, going back to 2003 or something stupid.

Appels and Oranjes by The Smashing Pumpkins

Another I could run as an intro song for this fic if it was a TV series. A series of questions the characters will definitely be asking themselves again and again as the series progresses.

If I had a Heart by Fever Ray (yes, the Viking intro song)

One for the beginning of Enigma here, that hunger, the need to dig deeper, find out more. The slow build up of feelings and love. The fear of pressing further into the unknown.

Star by Star by the Kovenant

Those who read the original of the series will recognise this one :P I used to have snippets from songs at the beginning of each chapter, and this was the song I used for the original Enigma. While it doesn't fit so well now, these words still work very well:

So much alike are we When I see you I see me

Which Witch by Florence and the Machine

THE Dalamar song for me. Definitely coming at the end chapter of Enigma, where we see his POV for the first time. The anger, the determination to fight even when it seems hopeless, the refusal to be beaten down despite everything he's faced. The scars of exile. This is Dalamar.

Now's the Only Time I Know by Fever Ray

Probably the theme song for Ice and Steel, but particularly poignant for Dalamar. The sense of holding on to this one moment, and trying not to think of the future or past. The quiet domesticity and peace after so much pain.

Settling down Door and room Keep it tidy Keep it like home

Now's the only time I know.

Touch me, Feel Me by Darude

One of the sex songs. Something slow and tender, but still new to both of them. Early in Ice and Steel, when they're still learning each other.

Northern Soul- The Verve

One of the old ones from the original version of this fic. No longer fitting quite so well, but it still works from the middle of Ice and Steel, when they're starting to yearn for something more than just this quiet life.

Love by Lana Del Ray

Very much an early relationship song, probably more for Raistlin. He's still stunned by the fact that he's in love and it really is this good. Very much fits the chapter when Raistlin brings Dalamar home for the first time, the balance between the presence and the past.

Electrical Storm by U2

Another one from the originals, but still fits well for the rewrite. One for when they are dreaming of the future in ice and Steel, looking to the horizon and imagining what's out there.

White Flag by Dido

I will certainly go down with this ship :P. Another original, fitting well for those harder moments in Ice and Steel, particularly after Haven and the showdown with Caramon . Quiet moments of being together despite the problems.

Like It's Your Last by Devil Sold His Soul

Theme song for the first part of Raistlin's Test, and also for the first chapter of Salvage. This is grief encapsulated into a song. This everything they've lost or thought they've lost, and the determination to keep going despite it.

He's Evil by The Kinks

Fistandantilus intro song. That is all.

I always imagine Raistlin and Dalamar singing it to warn Palin while Fistandantilus strolls across the stage in the background going 'yep, that's me bitches'. But it plays whenever he turns up, the evil fuck.

But he wants your body and not your mind He is just the devil in disguise He'll drag you down and he will make you cry And once you're in there will be no getting out So look out, look out, look out Look out, look out, look out He's evil, he's evil, he's evil, he's evil, he's evil He's evil, he's evil, he's evil, he's evil, he's evil

Fistandantilus: That's me bitches.

Figurehead by The Kovenant

Another Fistandantilus theme song. This time from his POV. This is something I listen to to get inside his head. That utter focus on his one goal, even to the point of it being almost pointless. Because under all the plots and snark and cruelty- he really is dead, and this is the only thing he's got left.

In Vain by Fifth Amendment

An original, but a perfect fit for the end of Ice and Steel. After everything, what was it all for? So much pain and suffering, and no sign of it getting better, but needing to carry on anyway. Acts as a bridge to the first chapter of Salvage as well.

Things we Lost to the Fire by Bastille

100% Salvage theme song. Pretty much says it all, really. Everything they've lost, and what they can make of what's left. And at the same time comforting, because there are still things worth living for even after you've lost everything.

Cities in Dust by Siouxsie and the Banshees

The theme song from the original Engraven. Still fits very well for the scenes of exploring the shrine, and dreaming about what was lost. Almost word for word perfect.

This Wheel's on Fire by Siouxsie and the Banshees

Another original, very fitting for the end of Salvage, closing off the cave and as they're making plans for the future. More hopeful than how it started.

Man That You Fear by Marilyn Manson

An original from when I was writing Raistlin's Daughter. I had it on repeat while I was hammering it out in 2005. Still very fitting for Winter's Daughter, very much from Dalamar's POV.

Land's End by Siouxsie and the Banshees

Another original, but very fitting for the beginning of War Wounds. Trying to rebuild in after one disaster and another, holding together what you have, having lost so much.

Bird with a Broken Wing by Owl City

Very much Raistlin's theme song for War Wounds. Beaten and bloody, but starting to find that indomitable strength inside him. Finding hope again after everything, and starting to believe he can fight the many many enemies around him.

Howl by Florence and the Machine

This is Dalamar's theme tune for War Wounds and Crepuscule. The point where he just stops caring about anything but everything that's trying to kill him and his boyfriend and just goes fucking feral. Also doubles as a sex song :P

Hurricane Drunk by Florence and the Machine

Pretty much the theme song for Crepuscule. The constantly fighting, everything falling apart around them, every time hoping this is as bad as it can get, and then it gets worse.

We Only Come Out at Night by The Smashing Pumpkins

Very much one for the opening of Crepuscule. The dread of coming back to somewhere you know, and the need to help each other against the pain. Some comfort in the middle of this mess.

Thy Beauty in Candlelight by Ancient Ceremony

This is a special case, both original and rewrite. It's just part of the song, the instrumental part from 03.00 to the end. This is the soundtrack to the black dragon attack in Xak Tsaroth. There's the tremors as the tension builds, the sense of something rising up at 04.15, and it breaking free form the well at 04.25.

#dragonlance #ivory blood and ebony #raistlin/dalamar #playlist #as a result of this fic being almost 20 years old #some of these artists are less than great

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overelegantstranger · 1 year

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#i shouldn't but i recently had an idea for a quodo rewriting of agatha christie's the clocks #i have so many fics half written #1 in tng (sequel to running in the direction of the moon)#eight slash ten in dragonlance #four in lotr #four slash five in ds9

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rhokisb · 1 year

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Gilthanis (Part 1)

Leaves crunched beneath Gilthanis’ boot and he flinched, his eyes flicking to the doe ahead of him. Her strong flanks rippled in the morning light, though the twitching appeared to have nothing to do with him. She still stood in the middle of the meadow, her head lowered into a patch of dew-soaked clover which she grazed upon.

Gilthanis knew this doe. He’d known her for almost a decade now and the image of her as a young deer was burned into his memory. He’d watched her raise her own fawns, seen her play in her younger years. It was last season when he first noticed the herd leaving her behind more and more. She had grown old and tired. Her legs couldn’t handle the pace at which the group traveled now. While the doe had maintained over the winter, Gilthanis hated watching her struggle to keep up with her family. He’d even dispatched a bear that had gone in for the kill last fall. It was written in the stars, and though he had cried into his pillow for days about the decision, Gilthanis knew in his heart that it was time.

He shifted in place, crouched between a thicket and large tree and raised his bow. His fingers clenched around the drawstring, his eyes burning with tears not yet formed.

“There is kindness here, Gilthanis. Always remember to do what you will with kindness. The forest will feel your intent and grace you with forgiveness.” His father’s strong words echoed in his mind as he squeezed his eyes, willing the tears away. The doe raised her head and looked skywards as a pair of Bright birds flew overhead. Their iridescent feathers reflected rainbows with every push of their powerful wings.

The doe watched them until they’d faded over the treetops before turning her gaze towards the thicket where Gilthanis was crouched. His breath caught in his chest as her eyes met his. The pair watched each other for a moment before the doe started, turning and fleeing away from Gilthanis. At the same moment there was a snarl from behind him and Gilthanis narrowly avoided being knocked to the ground by the wolf who had lunged towards him. The animal landed just past where Gilthanis had been crouched a moment before and there was a pause as the wolf looked between the fleeing doe and the scared elf, choosing to focus his attention on the latter. His heart thundered in his ears as the wolf readied to resume its attack.

“Climb.” His brother’s voice demanded and Gilthanis avoided the animal for a second time, reaching for a thick branch and swinging himself out of the way. His eyes scanned for a his best option for escape. Across the meadow in the direction the doe had run of in was a grand maple. Gilthanis took off in a sprint, ignoring the rule to never turn your back on a predator.

The wolves intent to kill was palpable and bile rose in his throat as he heard the beast begin to give chase behind him. He knocked the arrow again and turned to fire. His shot missed the wolf by inches and the creature stumbled in it’s pursuit. Gilthanis took the opportunity, dashing further into the meadow.

Time slowed, his bootfalls kicking up mounds of moss and earth as he ran, the sunlight filtering through the dozens of shades of orange and green swelled, creating a mesmerizing display of nature. All around him the calls of birds seem to peak and elongate, screeching a song of shock and survival. Just before reaching the tree Gilthanis felt the warmth of hot breath and a sudden pain in his left shoulder as the wolf charged, missing his prey again. When the wolf landed and turned to resume the assault, Gilthanis was already up the maple, safely tucked between it’s trunk and a large branch more than fifteen feet off the ground. The wolf snapped and snarled as it tried jumping at the elf boy in his perch.

Gilthanis scrambled further up the tree, picking a spot where he could watch the wolf as it continued to circle the tree, trying in desperation to find a way to retrieve it’s meal. He knocked another arrow and drew back. His thighs clenched the tree branch and he slowed his breathing, doing his best to ignore the pain that traveled down his arm.

“Do what you will with kindness.” The words reverberated within him. There’s no kindness here, he thought in reply. This beast, like many others, would not have clamped it’s jaws down on his throat with kindness. There would be no levity in his death throes. This was survival, and survival has no time for niceties. Soon, Gilthanis would be sent off to the Kinslayers where he would learn to fight amongst men, elves, and dwarves alike. Where he would taste his first dance with combat against another being as intelligent as himself. With hopes and dreams like he had. There, just as here, would be a desperate fight for survival.

The wolf stopped circling just beneath the elf and braced itself against the tree with its front legs. Its long sweeping tail hung low between its legs as it snarled up at the elf. The shot was perfect. His arrow was aligned with it’s neck at this angle. It would be instant. That would be a kindness. As Gilthanis readied to release his arrow his heart faltered and his fingers no longer held his weapon with the grace and ease he was used to. But the damage was done, the arrow even less accurate than his last, struck the wolf in its side, just behind the shoulder. The wolf yelped and dropped from it’s stance, turning to flee into the woods. Gilthanis cursed as he watched the animal run across the meadow and into the deep brush.

The forest remained silent for a few minutes before the rush of nature returned with a swell of “all clear”. The hidden birds in the trees resumed their frantic calls while smaller animals began to carry about their day, thankful that the danger had passed. Gilthanis continued to wait in his perch, squinting into the distance in an attempt to see if the wolf remained hidden, watching and waiting for his prey to falter. As the sun passed it’s peak, Gilthanis began to relax. He shouldered his bow and descended from his perch, dropping to the ground in a silent crouch.

The deer would be long gone, and there was no doubt that his brother, Porthios, would take every opportunity to mock his younger siblings failings. With nothing to show of his hunt, the embarrassment would be all encompassing. A prince of the realm unable to fell an old doe well past her prime. No.

Gilthanis would need the wolves hide; something to show for the disappointment of the day. He stood tall and looked to the meadow below. The grass lay bent, showing his own flight from the path of the beast as well as the bounding leaps the wolf had taken as it fled. Gilthanis could track a Snow-Cap Eagle through the clouds, following this wolfs trail would be a simple task for him. As Gilthanis rose to stand the ache in his shoulder demanded his attention and he winced, looking at the wound for the first time. Blood soaked his shirt sleeve, the tear where the wolfs nails had torn through saturated through and hanging flesh-like from the garment. The wound wasn’t deep, and it would heal quickly. He reached into his belt pouch, retrieving a strip of cloth wrapped in clean leaves from the Iniach trees, tying it around his arm with a grunt before continuing forward. If nothing else, he would have the wound, a mark that something had happened during the outing. An excuse.

The word ran through his head and he felt his cheeks burn. Typical for the spare. Always an excuse. Always less than his older brother. Never good enough. He’d spent over a hundred years avoiding the reminders everywhere that he was the second-born. He didn’t want to resent his brother for the future promised to him. Gilthanis wanted to prove that while he might not be the heir to the throne, he was just as valuable.

It wasn’t long before he picked up the trail through the woods. The wound was bleeding freely, leaving the hint of a trail as he wound through the thick trees and brush. Soon, Gilthanis came to a small pool of water surrounded by large trees. Bright blue butterflies danced above the calm waters, landing on the tall grasses along the edge. The wolf lay across from Gilthanis, doing it’s best to lick at its wound. He watched the scene with a quiet intensity. Beside the arrow, the scene seemed graceful. For the first time he was able to focus on the creature. It’s deep grey coat, flecked with browns and white. The strong jaw and long snout. It’s lithe body draped across the ground.

“Do what you will with kindness.”

What is the answer, father, he wondered. This already wounded creature, beautiful and terrible at the same time. What was kindness here? Would the wolf die regardless of his actions? Would infection take it, or would it bleed out as it tried to continue with the arrow protruding from its side? Was it necessary to take justice for the attack? What was the difference between it and him? Both stalking a prey weaker than themselves.

Gilthanis let out a breath and the wolfs ears perked before drawing back low against it’s skull. It gazed across the pool, letting out a quiet growl as it watched the elf. Gilthanis stepped forward, mindful of any signs of aggression. The wolf tensed but made no move to rise.

The two hunters watched each other over the neutral ground of the pool. Gilthanis felt the tension in his body diminish. The fire in his heart begin to smolder. His fear was subsiding, the shock leaving him with each passing breath.

“What is the answer.” He whispered into the woods, answered only by the continued chirping of birds from the trees above. One of the blue butterflies left it’s perch on the long grass, dashing here and there before coming to land on the paw of the injured wolf. Gilthanis smiled, despite the situation. The beast was terrified, and didn’t break eye contact as the butterfly landed. The delicate wings opened and closed on its foot. It was then Gilthanis made his decision. He stepped forward again, continuing with caution until he was only several feet from the wolf. He lowered his bow to the ground and removed his quiver. While crouched, he inched towards the creature. The wolf snuffed before letting out a sneeze, causing the butterfly to take flight once more.

“It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” Gilthanis said outloud, stretching a hand towards the animal. At the sound of his voice, the wolf’s ears perked and it’s tail hit the ground with a soft thump. A single motion, but one that carried no ill will towards the elf prince. Gilthanis moved at a snails pace, gradually stepping and leaning forward until he was no more than a few feet from the wolf. It was then that the beast laid back, resting it’s head on the floor of the forest and exposing it’s underside to him. Submitting.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Gilthanis said again, louder this time, as he closed the distance, resting his hand its flank. The wolves eyes flicked towards him before staring again into the distance. Now that he was closer, he could see that the arrow didn’t go as deep as he first thought. Removing the head might be possible. The wound did not have to be a death sentence. Gilthanis sighed, looking up to the sky above.

“Do what you will with kindness.” He breathed out. Gilthanis reached into himself, feeling the pool of magic that he’d been taught to harness roiling in his veins. He calmed his body, letting the feeling concentrate in his hands. Calm, he thought, as the bubbling sensation flowed from his fingertips and into the creature before him. The rise and fall of the wolfs breathing slowed and he watched as the creatures eyes began to unfocus and close. When he was sure that the wolf was completely under the influence of his suggestion, he drew closer. The beast wasn’t asleep, it just wasn’t bothered by his presence. He wondered if the magic would be enough to keep the animal relaxed long enough to get the arrow head out.

“A stupid way to die.” His brother’s voice was so clear he almost wondered if Porthios had returned early from his trip to the human capital of Haven. Even if he had, Gilthanis would continue to ignore the disapproval. This was the answer, clear as day. Kindness comes in many forms.

As quickly as he could, he drew his blade and with swift motions cut the wound wide enough to pry the flesh apart. The wolf flinched and whined, but did not attack, the magic holding it’s fear and pain at bay long enough for the elf to break the shaft and remove the head of the arrow. Once removed, he reached into his pack again and retrieving more clean cloth and a small leather bag full of ground moist herbs. He packed the wound with the herbs before doing his best to dress it. The cloth wouldn’t hold once the wolf got back on it’s feet, but for now it would help keep the injury clean. He hoped it would heal with little issue.

When he had finished he leaned back and examined the work he’d done before rising to his feet and retreating back several feet where he released the hold he had on the animal. He watched a spark come back into the wolf's eyes and it raised its head looking around the pool. It spotted Gilthanis and its ears went back against its head again, but it didn’t rise from its spot. In response, Gilthanis lowered his gaze and bowed his head.

“Thank you for the lesson, my friend. May you continue to walk this forest freely, and may our paths never cross in violence again.” He offered his words to the animal before him. The wolf huffed, letting its tail rise and fall once more in another singular thump against the forest floor. He backed away from the pool, keeping his eyes close on the wolf who made no attempt to follow him. Once he was further into the woods once again, he turned and began to head home, clutching the arrowhead in his hand, feeling the barbs along its tip.

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alypagemage · 2 years

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Even though I’ve pretty much got most of this Yuletide fic planned out I’m still nervous af to post even just the first chapter

Sooooo I’m writing a sort of…mini fic as a test run, I guess? I guess it could relate to my main fic in some way, but I haven’t decided yet.

It’ll be a 5+1 fic. Some magical shenaniganery. A bit of humour, a bit of fluff. But mostly humor. Involving our favorite mage. ….* evil smirk*

I love our frumpy boi, I really do. But sometimes it’s hard not to take the Mickey out on him.

Stay tuned! :D

#dragonlance #my fics #eventual fic #just a one shot in 6 parts #poor Raist #don’t worry I’m not gonna torture him #just mess with him a bit #hehehe #my boi Caramon and co will also ‘suffer’ secondhand #I’ve been feeling kinda down #so this is really just a way to cheer myself up #I hope you all get a kick out of it too #this was inspired by @thesylkishiplovedaggers

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ceremonial-motions · 2 years

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Just posted what looks like only the third Laurana/Kitiara fic in existence on AO3. Check it out, maybe?

#dragonlance #fanfiction #femslash fic #wlw #kitiara #Laurana #laurana/kitiara

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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I do love this season just because the wank that you can see emerge in FFA. The most recent one of course is from BFE and Yuletide! For anyone who did not know:

In 12-25-2023, someone made a comment in a treat they received, saying that there were "issues" with their main gift and that the treay literally saved their day. Of course nonnies would investigate this! What was so wrong with the main gift? What were the issues? Obviously something about the recip DNWs, right?

Well... No, not really.

The main gift was fine. It was a canon divergence AU, that the recip okayed in their letter. It was also whump about the fave character of the recip, also okayed.

So, perhaps, a new DNW? That's a possibility, it happens! And nonnies leave it at that... Until fucking 01-01-2024 came and the recip commented on the main gift... Fucking. Stupid. The recip complained that the fic was an AU, and that that was the issue. The problem: they okayed CANON DIVERGENCE AUs, they did not want "AUs that change everything, like coffee shops" and the like. The author responded the comment (yes, the comment moaning about this was left IN the fic) with screenshots of the letter, the DNW and what the recip okayed. The real issue? The recip does not know how to fucking write. Why on earth would you say "I'm okay with canon deviations/slightly alternate timelines" and then complain that the author DID a deviation from canon. That's not knowing how to write what you actually want.

The recip responded. "Well, congrats. You could have completely ruined someone's Yuletide." Then, they went to Twitter and wrote "I'm glad that it got me and not someone who is more deeply affected".

You are deeply affected. You went to thanks the treat as "saving your day", waited until authors revelations because of paranoia of the gift being "a revenge from Yuletide mods" (yeah, I'm serious), then complained in the FIC itself and went full shithead to the author pointing out your poorly worded letter, and then made bunch of tweets about it in what nonnies described as and "insufferable teacher about to send a formal complaint to the local administration" tone.

If y'all want to see this full, dememe "Dragonlance" (yes, it's from that fandom...). The first chunk of the wank is from 26/12, and the other chunk from 02/01.

Moral of the wank: really, write your DNW well. If you okay something and then receive that something and instead of reflecting that you poorly worded your yes and noes or you found a new DNW or whatever you choose to go to the author an be a full shithead, you really can't fucking complain and play the victim here. Thank god this person said it'd be their "last Yuletide". With recips like that I'd hate to participate at all.

Sheesh!

I've occasionally written my requests poorly and—even more occasionally—had this result in fic that wasn't to my taste, but there's no need to be a baby about it!

This sounds like a version of the "no extreme kinks" problem: People often assume everyone else understands some vague concept like "AUs that are too AU" or "Sad endings that are too sad" or "Kinks that are too kinky" without really trying to elaborate on what it is that bugs them. I admit it's not always easy to explain this succinctly, especially if you want to avoid the dread "Only write for me if you're skilled"-sounding letters, but most people can do better than this.

It sounds like maybe they have a weird idea about the boundary between "canon divergence" and "AUs that change everything".

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silverglass83 · 2 years

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The Darkness and The Light

“You fear the darkness, don't you, Lady Crysania?” his soft voice whispered dangerously. “You seek to snuff it out at all costs.”

Her gray eyes hardened. “There is nothing but evil within the darkness. The light of Paladine will scour the wicked from this world! I do not fear the darkness, Raistlin Majere,” she declared and snapped her head away from him, breaking his grip on her chin. “I stand in opposition of it!”

“You are a fool,” Raistlin said. “And you sound just like the Kingpriest.”

Excerpt from The Star and The Hourglass, part 1 of a Dragonlance Fanfic series on Ao3 Moodboard by me using pinterest finds and images of the gorgeous Elena Minina and the amazing Yaroslav Bayarunas, both actors in the Russian Musical The Last Trial

#dragonlance fic #dragonlance au #alternate story to the legends trilogy #alternate timeline #raistlin #raistlin majere #crysania #raistlin finds his light in the dark #a story of love and acceptance #raistlin has the friends and support he deserves #he even learns to like himself #a bit #look at our boy grow #he's still a grumpy bastard though #dragonlance

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tiiracotta · 11 months

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Fanart for Enigma, a Dragonlance AU fic by @skull-bearer!

#tiiracotta #raistlin majere #dalamar #raistlin/dalamar #dragonlance #I enjoyed reading this fic a lot and their dialogue and interactions were so good

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Loved how Vhagar protected the reader as she knew she was pregnant.

Now we need adorable scenes of the reader and the little girl going to play and talk and even read with Vhagar while Aemond is in stuffy boring meetings.

Their little princess first word Vhagar. Their little princess learns to crawl and walk on in that area where Vhagar rests and she lets out a mighty roar to celebrate the little princess dragonling. Especially as she is healed by her mother cheering too.

Aemond hearing this runs down to see and so mother puts her down and she tried and toddles to her daddy after the little princess saw her daddy and broke out into a big smile and a shout of kepa!

Just them adding Vhagar into all the family moments and all their daughters moments. Learning to crawl, to speak, to walk, to read. She wants to learn Valyrian asap so she can say words to her “Agar”(Vhagar).

God I am so sorry this is so long. It’s just that fic was so so so cute. Love when people write in the dragons and show them more. Especially bonding with their riders love ones and really being involved in the family. Showing how the dragons really do have their own emotions and can feel their riders emotions to clearly.

Look forward to whatever you write next. Especially dad Aemond x wife reader with babies and dragons.

I hope you have a beautiful day sweet :)🌸⭐️

Awh thank you for sending this thoughtful imagine over, I love everything that you included 🫠🫠 I'm also someone who loves the idea of the dragons bonding with those the rider loves. If they can feel hatred towards a person thru their rider, they should also feel affection.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond stannies #aemond one eye #aemond imagine #aemond x reader #aemond fanfic #hotd #game of thrones #answered ask

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twobirdsflytogether · 3 months

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Okay, so I keep forgetting to rework this to be an actual fic (I still will, but y'all get to have the rough draft✨). Originally discord messages back in November.

I figured this sorta fits day 4 grief. @mcyt-yuri-week

Ships; qBagi/qJaiden (polycule between teaduo/lovebirds)

Word count; 1025. Fic below ⬇️

Jaiden actually starts crying the first time Em chirps/meows at her. Like to the point she quickly messages one of the other moms to come over. She shuffles back putting distance between herself and her daughter, hand over her mouth trying not to sob cause it's all too much,,,Tina and Bagi showing up, Bagi immediately goes to console their confused daughter while Tina goes to Jaiden to help her calm down

Tina helping Jaiden settle down, Tina sitting beside her and keeping an arm around her. Little Em softly approaches, ready to apologize for upsetting her mama. Jaiden takes a deep breath, shakily letting it out, patting next to her for Em to sit. She tries to hand Jaiden the apology, but Jaiden just ruffles her hair and tells her it's okay that she has nothing to be sorry for. "You're okay Em, I'm the one that should apologize...it's just" taking another deep breath, "you just reminded me of someone,,,I know you're mama Bagi told you of my son Bobby right?" Getting a little nod from Empanada. "Well,,,, you're little chirps reminded me of when he first chirped to me too. I- it just tugged at my heart a bit y'know?"

She leans over and gently kisses Em's head. Tina rubs at her shoulder, and Bagi sits with them with a thoughtful look. "I promise you Em, I'll work on my reactions,,,I know it must hurt for one of your moms to react like that. But I do love you"

Em looks up into Jaiden's eyes, there's still a stray tear, with a head tilt and a grabby hand Jaiden lowers her head. Em wipes the tear and mrrps, drawing a sad little laugh from Jaiden. Em quickly writes "its okay mama, I can tell you miss him alot...Could you tell me stories of him? I think that'd be good for both of us!" Jaiden smiling softly as she reads it and nods "yeah,,i think that'd be a good idea"

She stands and offers her arms to Em, who quickly climbs into her hold. Tina and Bagi look at each other than at Jaiden, not knowing what to do, if she wants to be with Em alone or not. Jaiden looks over to them silently asking them to stay, Tina jumps up and is by her side immediately wrapping her arm back around her, Bagi nods still with a thoughtful look and takes Tina's hand. Walking to Jaiden's couch. Jaiden with Em sit in the middle, Tina and Bagi sit on either side of her. Bagi hesitantly puts an arm around Jaiden in a comforting manner, getting a very quiet chirp of gratitude in response. With another deep breath, Jaiden starts telling tales of Bobby for the 3 of them to hear

in the middles of a story, with sleep heavy eyes Em looks up to her mama, seeing the proud yet sad smile. Messily writing "he sounds so cool, i wish i coulda met him".

Jaiden chuckles a bit "yeah,,i wish you could've met him too, even if he would've thrown a fit about having another sibling", she looks at the sleepy dragonling "hmm, I think that's enough stories for today sweetheart, bed time?"

She scratches Em's chin making her purr slightly and Em nods. Tina and Bagi stand, stretching from sitting for so long, yet again not really knowing what to do. Jaiden softly asking if they want to spend the night. Getting a stammered "sure" from them both, both thinking she meant just like. Sleeping on the couch or something. But when Jaiden looks at them from the stairs, chirping something that they know means 'follow?' they do. Jaiden bringing them all to her nest, which shocks Bagi,,,not even 4 weeks ago she and Jaiden did not trust each other at all,,,and now the avian is inviting her into her nest. Nest are like sacred for avians, a safe place you'd never allow those you don't love in some form into. Jaiden laying Em down, Tina lays down too looking up to Bagi yet again hesitating. Jaiden stands and moves close to Bagi, clearly very emotionally exhausted, Jaiden nudging her and purring lightly. Bagi turning to her whispering "are you sure?,,,that you want me in your nest?”

Jaiden just grabs her hand and drags the woman into the nest. Jaiden curling around Bagi, arm over her waist reaching over and holding Em's tiny hand, spreading her wing over Bagi Em and Tina. Tina giggling quietly at the bewildered look on Bagi's face, especially when Jaiden cuddles closer and starts purring and clearly already asleep, Tina reaching over Em to take one of Bagi's hand smiling softly at her girlfriend and tells her to sleep. Bagi lays awake for a little while, thinking of the event that lead to her being held by the avian in her nest,,muttering under her breath before falling asleep herself "maybe,,maybe I'll hear her out about that bear,,,we could put our differences aside" unconsciously her tail wraps around Jaiden's,,,,,then in her head "shit- fuck. I am too gay for this, i. Do i have a crush on Jaiden too??????" But falls asleep being held by the avian, holding her girlfriends hand, and between them is their daughter

Bagi waking up first despite being the last to sleep. Panicking internally at how Jaiden is still cuddled against her, holding her somehow closer and purring in her sleep, and subconsciously she too was purring. Looking up, seeing Baghera at the table, sipping on a drink. Baghera looks over and sees the panicked Bagi, who is now even more panicked because 'that's Jaiden's girlfriend, I'm in her girlfriend's nest and cuddling her wtf. I'm dead', stammering out “i- i am sor-”

Baghera cuts her off with a shush and soft laughter. Whispering at her quietly "yeah, mon oiseau is quite a heavy sleeper and really likes cuddles, especially if she's emotionally exhausted. You're stuck there till she wakes. She will whine if you try to leave."

Bagi gulps. Accepting her fate, but is just, so confused

#q!bagi #q!jaiden #q!baghera #q!tina #q!empanada #qsmp jaiden #qsmp bagi #qsmp lovebirds #qsmp love birds #q!love birds #qsmp teaduo #teaduo #polyam shipping #qpr shipping #fic rough draft #qsmpshipping #mcytyuriweekvalentines #twobirdsflytogether post

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gaddaboutgriffon · 4 months

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@puppetmaster13u so you seem to like branching out of the DPxDC and also like dragon-ized characters. Well I have had a fic Idea for a while.

A gem that when put in water makes it turn a glowing purple and anyone submerged in that water turns into one of sixteen breeds/subspecies of dragon based on which one fits them best. (More on each breed later.)

Now for the plot part. There’s a treasure/magic weapon some bad guy is looking for that can only be found by dragon eyes. He decides to essentially take street kids and use the gem to turn them into dragonlings promising to turn them back after he gets what he wants. Tim Drake/Red Robin and Damian/Robin are investigating the disappearance of the kids and find the bad guy pushing a kid into glowing purple water and the transformation into a dragon. Of course there is a fight and it ends up having Tim turned into a dragon but they escape with all the dragon-ified kids, but the bad guy escapes with the gem. Now Damian has to take care of and keep a bunch of juvenile dragons hidden and track down the bad guys with the gem to ever be able to undo this. Oh being turned into a dragon comes with some instincts and pack behaviors that makes Damian’s job harder.

Ok the Pack tends to be divided into eight roles. 1 the Alpha is the leader and protector of the Pack. 2 The Beta is the second in command and helps enforce the orders of the alpha. 3 the Scout is the one that has the best memory for land marks and obstacles to the pack and goes ahead looking for danger. 4 the Hunters does the most hunting, fighting, general tasks to protect and provide for the pack. 5 Tracker is a specialized hunter and is one that will track prey down or find missing pack members. 6 Sentry has the best senses of hearing smell and/or sight and acts as a early warning for the pack. Often works with the Scout. 7 Nanny is the one that takes care of the babies in the pack or injured members or elderly members. 8 Omega/Peacekeeper this one breaks up tensions in the pack by diverting attention of fighting members from each other onto them. Often through annoyance or play.

Now for the different breeds and what each does best. Oh and the Dragons are not really reptiles. They are more like egg laying mammals and the scales are made of fused overcoat hair like the Pangolin has. The digestive system produces gases that combust when combined with oxygen in the atmosphere and use an electric spark like the electric eel and the bombardier beetle. Those gases are lighter then air and with the hallow bones helps make them light enough to fly, but if they use to much for fire in a fight then they can’t fly for a while. There are some breeds with exceptions and those will be explained. Can you tell I am a bit of a biology nerd.

First we have the Pygmydrake. It is the smallest breed like the chihuahua of the dragons, being about the size of a medium sized dog. It has fire and spits acid and a fully prehensile tail. Tends to be more cooperative and live in much larger packs than any other breed. In a pack with mixed breeds will often act as an omega or scout.

Next we have the Shiftscale. It can change the color of its scales at will and can blend into its surroundings it practically goes invisible. Sharp retractable claws for silent movement. It can breathe fire but not as much as other breeds. More likely to ambush prey and if they don’t have the element of surprise is likely to retreat.

Ok now the Firerex. These are the second biggest breed and they have the biggest gas sacks for ton of extra fire. Very much more likely to roast an opponent then the other breeds because they can. And their jaw strength is like a hydraulic press for really strong bites. Just big guys that are affectionate with their pack and will be the first to fight to defend it.

Onto the Spearback. They can breath fire but are more likely to fight with their quilled tail. These prickly guys are not fond of strangers or surprises and are likely to slam their spike tail to impale anything that startles them. They can flick their tail fast enough launch a loose quill like a giant dart. But once trust is earned they will be glued to your side.

Moving onto the IceScale. This breed has a mutation where their body does not produce the right gases for fire but instead they spray a liquid that will freeze when mixed with nitrogen in the atmosphere. Thus they can’t fly either. The body is better adapted for freezing weather and the wings and tail for swimming. They have a great sense of smell and can track down scents from miles away. Eyesight isn’t to good though.

Going to have to finish the rest of the breeds in a reblog.

#batfam #dragons #doesn’t have to be DP x dc but could be.#tim drake #damian wayne #people turning into dragons #Tim turns into a dragon #this makes Damian like him a bit more #but dragon instincts make staying out of trouble harder then either of them expected #shenanigans #Tim tries to eat bat cow #Damian is not happy about that #fortunately dragons are omnivores not strict carnivores

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rhokisb · 1 year

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Eben (pt 1)

The stones glistened with night rainfall as Eben made his way down into the courtyard of his family home, the large building casting shadows across the ground that he used to his advantage. At nearly seven years old, Eben was putting his soldier's training to the test. It didn’t matter to him that his weapons were made of wood and that the knights who his father hired to test him used a fraction of their skills during their lessons. Eben was proud of his progress and considered himself well on his way to being a true Kinslayer soldier.

True to that form, he crept along the stone walls, inching closer to the open door through which firelight flickered. It was the eighth of the month, which meant that his family’s merchant contact from Qualinesti has arrived with the months shipments. Eben had previously seen the tall elf from his bedroom window, or as he passed through the court on his way too or from the home, but he’d never heard him speak. He knew that his parents dealt with fine Elven furniture as part of their larger business dealings in Haven and had no interest in learning the finer points of that trade. This visit provided nothing more than an opportunity to hone his skills in infiltration, and Eben was excited to be able to tell his tutors the next day of his success.

When he was close enough to the door that he could make out the low voices, Eben stopped, easing himself down to the floor and creeping forward to peek into the room. His mother, Veran Shatterstone, was seated on a luxurious wood-carved armchair. The wood of the arms had been inlaid with gold, and the high backing extended over the crown of her head, coming together to form an eagle with its wings pressing together as if it were alighting on the top of the chair. Ergon Shatterstone leaned against the marble fireplace, a silver goblet in one hand with the rest of the unpacked furniture scattered about the room. Occasionally he would point at a piece and ask questions about its design or make. Eben could not see the elf from his vantage point, but he heard his low rasping voice as he discussed this year's design trends.

“Avian imagery has become quite popular in Qualinost as of late. I expect that there will be more pieces such as these in the coming months. Your order from Sylvani has been delayed by a fortnite, but he has lowered his price in penance.”

“Excellent, Rytar. We value your cooperation in securing these items for us.” There was a small sneeze, and Eben saw his mother's eyes flicker to a couch positioned on the edges of the firelight. Stretched across its cushions was a small elven girl. She looked to be about Eben’s height with silver hair like the moonlight. She pressed her face into the cushions and Eben watched a cloud cross over his mother's face.

“We do not muddy the products with our fluids, young lady. Sit up straight.” She hissed at the girl. A shadow grew across the room as the tall elven male stood from his seat. He took had been obscured by the high backings of the newly arrived furniture, but now he strode confidently past Eben’s mother, stopping in front of the girl and wrenching her to her feet with one swift motion.

“My apologies, Lady Shatterstone. Some of the children have no concept of manners. This one here though is my pride and joy. I think you’ll find that she has some desirable qualities.”

“It’s quite alright, I doubt any damage has been done. We appreciate your willingness to continue operations with us. We know the challenging times we all face now. The High Priests have been on the warpath lately with the whispers of darkness from the East. Having a comrade such as yourself is invaluable. We have a meeting with the council in a fortnight, and we will be discussing enlarging the route to the North to allow for more free passage of goods from Qualinesti. There are those who object to the move, economic matters strained as they are, but we’ve put more than enough gold into their pockets. It shouldn’t be an issue to get the council to see things from our view.” Veran smoothed a wrinkle in her dress as she spoke. Rytar moved away from the child and returned to his seat, leaving the girl standing in the light of the fire. Her eyes were swollen and red, and Eben noticed a spattering of red along the hems of her dress.

“There are trying times, ones that the house of Shatterstone should be more than equipped to manage. Violence has spread across the land. Last year's dismal harvest has made monsters of us all, I’m afraid. People are more than willing to give anything of value to extend their sanctuary through the coming winter, and those who aren’t are easily dispatched. This young one's parents fell into the latter category.”

“How old is she?” Eben’s father spoke over top the girls head, ignoring the shivering child mere feet from him.

“From my estimations she’s nearly fifty. Still far from maturity, and will be quite malleable to the right person. Eager and willing to learn, as I’ve seen so far. She made quick work of saddling the horses a couple of nights ago.”

“Excellent, that will make her much easier to place. Do you need Ebert to take her down to the rooms, or would you prefer doing that on your own?” As Verdan rose to her feet, Eben felt his time spying on his parents was over. Questions broiled in his brain as he tensed, getting ready to push off from his spot on the floor and return to his bedroom.

As he began to rise, his left leg lost grip on the stone floor, causing him to slip forward. He released an involuntary gasp as his chest hit the ground and that was it. The silence in the room let him know he’d been discovered.

“Eben.” His father’s tone was enough, and the young lad rose to his feet, not bothing to wipe the dirt and dust from his clothes before he entered the room. He hung back near the door, avoiding his mother’s eyes.

“What did you hear, son?”

“I just wanted to meet mister Rytar, father. Nothing really, just about the new furniture. Bird carvings. A new road. Honest, I wasn’t there long. I meant no offense and I’m deeply sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you could be.” Eben’s father rose a hand to silence his wife’s mutterings. Rytar had not risen from his seat, while the girl kept her gaze focused on the stones in front of her.

“It is not polite to eavesdrop, and you know this. We were just showing our guest out, as a matter of fact. You may have heard about our new ward.” Veran’s eyes flickered towards her husband and her lips pursed.

“This is…”

“Olandria.” Rytar filled in the gaps, still seated and hidden from Eben’s view.

“Yes, sorry, Olandria. She’s all alone in this world, and Rytar saw it fit to bring her here, where she may be well taken care of. Starting tomorrow, it is your duty to teach Olandria the rules of the home. She’ll be bunking with the other maids and will have her own chores, but you’re to treat her as a peer, not just another worker.” Eben’s father approached the girl and pushed her forward toward his son. Olandria let out a whimper at his father's touch but soon walked towards Eben on her own.

“Hullo.” Wisps of hair obscured her face, but even from a foot away Eben could smell a freshness on her, as if her skin emanated the scent of fresh rain and verdant moss.

“Do you understand, Eben? She’s your responsibility now.”

“Yes, father.” Eben bowed his head and began inching his way closer towards the door, leaving Olandria behind. He heard his father sigh and briefly looked up to see him clutching his temples with one hand.

“Well take her with you, Eben, we don’t have all night. Show her where she’ll be sleeping and then off to bed with you.” Eben froze before taking a few steps back towards the girl. Grabbing her hand he gently pulled her along with him.

“And Eben, do not let me catch you eavesdropping, again. This is your one. Next time you’ll rue the day.”

#NPC backstory #Eben Shatterstone #Eben #Dragonlance #idk what I'm doing #short fiction #fan fic #writing #scribbles and dribbles #campaign npc #npc #fantasy #fantasy short fic #fantasy ss

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