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Imagine Katakuri getting a crush on you and Big mom arranging a marriage between you two
Big Mom: -takuri... Katakuri!
Katakuri: *snaps out of his day dream* Oh yes, Mama
Big Mom: where were you, you've been distracted during meetings for days.
Katakuri: It's nothing, sorry mama, it won't happen again. I have some paper work to attend to, may I please be excused?
Big Mom: yes.
Daifuku: *soon as Katakuri leaves* I believe he's fallen in love, Mama.
Big Mom: Ehh, with whom?
Perospero: With (y/n), they attended your last tea party with their father, who owns the largest vanilla orchard in the world.
Big Mom: really? Are they single?
Daifuku: I ... I'm not sure, Mama.
Big Mom: I'll look into it then, in the meantime look after your brother, make sure he keeps up with his work.
Perospero and Daifuku: Yes Mama.
Daifuku: *once Big Mom is out of ear shot* Did we just sign Katakuri up to get married.
Persopero: Probably, you know how mama is about securing ingredients for sweets. And unfortunately for our dear brother, vanilla is found in most sweets, from angel food cake to zingers.
Daifuku: but what if (y/n)'s father doesn't agree to join and marry of his only child?
Persopero: If that happens Mama will do a hostile take over, and either marry or give (y/) to Katakuri.
Later at Big Mom's residence
Katakuri: *arrives for a meeting only to find you in the conference room* Oh, what are you doing here?
You: My father has agreed to join your pirate group, and to marry me off into your family.
Katakuri: * sits next to you* ... Do you know who you'll be marrying?
You: not yet, but that's what this meeting is about.
Katakuri: *knows his mother only invites the child she wants to marry off to these meetings but doesn't want to scare you* no mater who you marry, I'll make sure you're taken care of and have everything your heart desires.
You: *gives him a weak smile* Thank you, Kata, you wouldn't believe relieved I am to hear that.
Katakuri: *extends his hand for you to hold* Mama, should be here soon.
You: *takes his hand and squeezes it with trembling hands*
Katakuri: You're shaking.
You: I've... just never not been under my father's protection, and I'm scared.... but I do feel better with you here with me.
Katakuri: *rubs the back of your hand with his thumb* Really? Even though we've only met a handful of times in the part?
Big Mom: *kicks open the door* (y/n)! I'm so glad you could come... Oh, I see you've already met your betrothed.
Katakuri: Me!?
Big Mom: *glared* You like them, don't you?
Katakuri: *blushes* mama! Please let's not embarrass me in front of our guest.
Big Mom: mmmr, very well, since you two are already getting acquainted I'll leave you to it. ... Oh, by the way the wedding is in five days. *Leaves*
Katakuri: Five days until we're married... *flops back into his chair and is lost in thought, coming to grips with the fact that he is to be married.*
You: ... I'm sorry about this I don't know what my father was thinking offering me up like this.
Katakuri: He didn't offer you up, Mama offered me up first. Mainly to gain your father's orchard, but that is beside the point. If there is anything I can do, please let me know. You probably won't be moved into my house until after the wedding, but I can have my sisters look after you.
You: You mean you won't be staying with me?
Katakuri: *takes your hands into his and presses them to his lips through his scarf* No, but only because I need to work double time, so you can have me all to yourself during our honeymoon.
You: ⁄(⁄ ⁄☉⁄-⁄☉⁄ ⁄)⁄
Katakuri: *realizes how that sounded* Not that we have to do anything during our honeymoon that you don't want.... I'm going to go start on my work, I'll have Brûlée come and get you settled into your rooms, in the meantime please wait here.
You: Okay, and for the record, I look forward to... to having you all to myself during our honeymoon, if you catch my drift.
Katakuri: ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ロ⁄•⁄ '⁄)⁄
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SWORDTEMBER DAY 4 : DRAGONSLAYER
The Caldera Calvaria, of bloodied metal and stolen crown 👑🔥
“Mockery. Domination. Control. The Skullblades were more than just weapons. They were symbols. They showed that anything, even gods, could be killed.
These weapons are relics, older than our history, from when dragons still ruled The Continent. The wars between the Auramics and the tyrannical lords of magic spanned eons - this was the time of ancient legend, before the golden tendrils ensnared the land, before the great palace in the north was built, and blood spilt into molten silver. They fought for that wild, brilliant power the dragons held close to their breast, that shifting entity that they eventually forged their empire with over their rivals scaly corpses.
When a dragon was finally killed, when man conquered nature itself, driving its shimmering blade into the beasts beating heart, their body was repurposed, and changed. A sharp, shallow knife to peel away the skin, precise cuts into tender flesh. Meat and scales pushed aside until thick fingers gripped the beasts skull, their thumb deep within its eye socket. They would change it then. Shift it to their whim - bone to gold, dirty teeth left gleaming into the light of the forge. And of course, that one singular eye. Like an artists signature, the Auramic eye was moulded into the centre of the skull. The old face forgotten, warped like warm clay to leave room for this twisted perfection.
Encrusted with gems from their hoard and infused with its stolen breath, the sword became a tomb, a regal headstone, and would likely find itself again surrounded by familiar blood, deep within the chest of its old kin.
Now, no one knows where they are. Some say the Skullblades are sealed within a vault in the depths of Palace Regalia. Others think they are hidden throughout The Continent, waiting to give unwitting travellers power more than they can manage, and angry, bitter dreams. We can only hope these ancient giants are well at rest, and that nothing, not vengeance or rage, will wake them from their slumber.”
A Skullblade - a relic of the Auramic history. I hope the people who have been following the lore of the Curated Curios universe for the past few years (if u guys are out there!) like this one. A very important and powerful weapon. There are more skulls out there - perhaps we will see this blade’s siblings one day.
Yesterday’s sword!
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Sleepy Afternoons
A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!
CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff
WC:2000
Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.
A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.
Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take.
That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.
Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home.
Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.
“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”
He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you.
“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.
“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.
“I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…”
Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back.
‘When will this be over,’ you wondered.
Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free.
Man, now the pain was really talking through you.
“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”
“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.
“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”
Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?
“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”
He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.
“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”
Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation.
“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?”
“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth.
“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--”
You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you.
His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you.
“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort.
You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired.
The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin.
“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--”
“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”
“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer.
You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him.
Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket.
“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”
“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.”
“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”
The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster.
“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”
You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.
“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over.
You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you.
“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked.
Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard.
“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.”
You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone.
“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.”
You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto.
“I’ll be here all week, then.”
It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness.
“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”
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Alright, we've got to talk about this scene because for a scene as short as this one, it packs a huge punch! They manage to cram a frankly impressive amount of information into less than a min. This will be a long one so strap in and let's start at the very beginning, right after Ori asks, "What about Bilbo?"
Up until this point, we have only ever heard Thorin's voice crack once. Just once, and that was when he thought that he missed his chance to enter Erebor. A huge defining moment in this quest. The second time was right here when he said, "Give him more time." Please note how Thorin is standing. Hands pressed together and head bent, his back completely turned to the mountain. He doesn't even turn his head until Balin utters the word "Killed".
Now Here Thorin says, "You're afraid." He does it in an almost accusatory way and directly after Balin finishes his above sentence. I truly think this is because he has been sitting here dreading Bilbo's fate for hours. This, combined with the dragon sickness that's starting to take hold, wreaking havoc on his psyche. In this moment, the lines between Bilbo and the treasure are getting blurred. His face is a picture of discontent and fear. So in usual Thorin fashion, he lashes out. He voices his fear to Balin as an accusation. I don't think anything articulates how bizarre Thorin is acting more than the below gif.
Balin fully leans away from him in shock, eyes searching this face before going on to say that he fears for him with tears in his eyes. Thorin is at war with himself. He's at war with the growing greed pumping through his veins, and how much he cares and worries for Bilbo. His love for Bilbo is winning because he is desperately forcing himself to detach Bilbo from himself. They go out of their way in the next 13 seconds to tell us that multiple separate times! I will break those down for you now.
Let's start here with this line and how it's said. Time and time again, clearly on and off screen, Thorin has shown his regard for Bilbo. The handful of time we see is not enough to invoke this strong of a reaction from Balin, a Dwarf who has known him his entire life. Would not hesitate is a powerful choice of words. Think of the things you would not hesitate to save from death or destruction. They're all things you love, things you can't live without. That is what Balin is implying Bilbo is to Thorin. Balin knows the depth of Thorin's affection.
And here we have the response and the third time we ever hear Thorin's voice crack and stutter. He chooses to call him "burglar" and forces the words out through his teeth like a curse, like he's fighting something. The statement in and of itself is an obvious lie. He has risked his life for Bilbo multiple times. The trolls, the cliffside, even when Bard threatened them, and he practically glued himself to Bilbo's side.
That brings us to this moment. This is right after the dragon's roar. The look of pure panic at Balin's words. He looks at the door, and the battle between Bilbo and the Arkenstone flips to Bilbo like a light switch. In this moment, Bilbo is more important. He rushes through the door into fiery danger, and the relief in his voice when he sees Bilbo, is clearly audible. Now we all know in the next scene, he holds Bilbo at sword point, and it flickers again. After that, however, Thorin's sickness seems to reconcile Bilbo and the treasure as one thing. Why else would he give him the second most valuable thing in the hoard? Treasure can't steal treasure.
I do have a theory that if Bilbo had revealed the stone, Thorin would not have been upset. It was only when he gave it away that it was deemed betrayal in the highest order.
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Villain: The Cult of the Wyrm Eternal
Any adventurer, alchemist, or awestruck child can tell you that there is power in the body of a dragon, and like all sources of power it's only a mater of time before someone comes along to try to capitalize on it.
Enter the Cult of the Wyrm Eternal, which emerges from long buried vaults to dissect the bodies of dragonkind like flesh eating beetles. The cult originated from a time beyond remembering following the teachings of a profane text known as the Har'Khon Libram, which survives into the modern day as a sort of how-to manual for those seeking forbidden knowledge allowing them to revive the cult's practices and discover its caches of lost power.
It's in this manner that the cult has survived millennia and numerous purges at the hands of heroes, holy orders, and oligarchs: With each iteration caching away knowledge and resources for acolytes they will never meet.
Hooks:
A prominent dragonborn hero and ally of the party disappears, leaving behind few clues and a mystery to solve. Lacking a true dragon to carve up for ingredients the cult abducted the dragonborn and plans on sacrificing them after a gauntlet of strange rituals intended to suffuse their flesh with power. Its a race against the clock for the party to find their friend before there’s nothing left of them but a grisly scattering of magical items bound for the cult’s armoury.
The local warlord has a new pet, a young dragon provided to him by the cult in exchange for his protection and material support. Tales of him riding out to wreak destruction from its back send shivers of terror through the populace. What a surprise then when the party encounter it in the wild, rampaging aimlessly after slipping her bonds. Brainwashed by cult doctrine the parry find themselves negotiating with a creature with the drives of a caged tiger, the volatility of an abused teenager, and the destructive potential of an artillery battery. Talking her down will be as difficult as diffusing a bomb, but they might just come away with important information or even a new ally should they help her evade recapture.
Using knowledge purloined from the mysteries of the mother hydra herself a cell of the Wyrm Eternal has been working on a ritual to create a true dragon, experimenting with drakes, basilisks and other reptilian monsters, filling the wilderness with bounty worthy monsters that will inevitably bring the party crashing into their lair.
Background: The knowledge contained within the Har'Khon Libram is cursed, part of a scheme by the book's original author in an attempt to evade both death and those who hunt unlawful immortality. Reading the book not only imparts the authors knowledge upon the prospective cultist, but also a vestige of their cosiouness, which steers them towards the same course of action that has kept the cult alive for so long: constructing more vaults, hoarding draconic power, and propogating the Libram's knowledge so that the infection can spread through time.
Hidden in the depths of each vault are tablets of further tainted lore, which causes the seed of malign presence within the Wyrm cultist's mind to blossom, opening their mind to the space between life and death and allowing their patron's thoughts to swirl into their own. In this way the party can end up fighting the same villain through many proxies, the unseen master of the Wyrm eternal studying them as they cut down vessel after vessel before formulating a counteroffence.
Dungeon Dressing:
Wyrm Eternal vaults vary by the culture that originally constructed them, but are always in remote, sheltered areas that could endure largescale devastation. Their entrances are hidden and warded against intrusion, protected by magical cyphers that can usually only be broken with aid from the Har'Khon Libram. Vaults can also contain these doors within, locking away the greatest treasures until the acolytes have further tainted their thoughts with the Libram's curse.
Undead are ubiquitous within dungeons claimed by the Wyrm Eternal, ranging from simple servitors to looming guardians to dragonbone infused war machines just waiting to be unleashed on the cult's enemies all with green corpsefire flickering in their heads. Access to these undead armouries and the arsenal of magical items that come with them are one of the primary drivers for individuals to become cultists in the first place.
Each vault will likewise contain preserved pieces of dragongore, ranging from single skulls placed on altars to whole cellars filled with blood magically preserved in clay or glass vessels. If a cult cell reached full operation, it's likely to have atleast one mummified corpse preserved in an onsite tomb, it's vital organs ( and perhaps a few spares) preserved in canopic jars waiting nearby.
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Trick of treat!!! Could I get a mammon treat of staying out of the cool weather together with some cuddles? Love your writing thank u!!!
dead leaves in a muted array of fall colors blow lazily across the front lawn outside. the devildom is always dark, but the night seems more ominous as fall creeps further and further across the calendar. your walks home from RAD have become bitter and chilly. the uniform is well-constructed, but fails miserably to keep the bone-chilling depth of hell's coldest seasons from your fragile human skin. fall is here-- in the depths of the devildom, that's frightening news for a human like you.
but now, you didn't have to deal with any of that, because you were snug, inside, warm and toasty near the fireplace in mammon's arms.
the common room was abandoned due to your shameless display of PDA, leaving the two of you to enjoy the cozy hall by yourselves. normally mammon would want to lure you away to his room like a dragon hiding treasure away in its hoard, but you looked so cozy staring out the window that he couldn't help but wander over to your side then and there.
neither of you say much. the steady thump of his heart against his chest lulls you to a sleepy stupor. it's faster than it should be-- even after all this time, snuggling this close makes his heart race and his palms sweaty. but it's endearing. to think someone loves you enough to make a fool of themselves this far into your relationship shows that he's honestly, truly infatuated with you. it's a nice feeling.
a gust of wind blows against the old window panes, making them rattle in a way that sounds like groaning. you seemed to recoil a little at the sound, and mammon held you closer against his body.
"this old house has always sounded like that," he murmurs softly, nuzzling into your hair carefully. "especially in the winter. gets a lil' annoying if ya ask me."
"it's weird," you chuckle. "almost sounds like... a person? it's odd."
"are ya scared? you can stay in my room tonight if it bothers ya."
another gust of wind rattles the pane, louder this time. you can't actually feel the cold brush of air outside, but an imaginary chill nips at your insides, making you shiver. you're grateful to have mammon there to keep you warm.
"i'd like that."
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Jumping on the transmogrification bandwagon.
How would the three bachelors react when they find out their s/o is a dragon? Maybe their draconic s/o can let them experience flight in the form of their s/o letting them ride on their back? (Go with whatever you think works best in terms of what kind of dragon they have as an s/o!)
I have to admit, I spent so much time reading about dragons on the wiki and I couldn't decide on just one type of dragon 👀
Believe it or not, I'm low-key obsessed with dragons, I have so many more ideas for the bachelors' and their dragon lovers too. Thank you for the request!
The bachelors finding out their lover is a dragon
Dammon
Getting closer to Dammon is something that happened naturally
As with many other steel dragons, you'd made a successful life living among humanoids within baldurs gate
After years of building your own personal treasure hoard, a collection of buildings and businesses, you were approched by a tiefling refugee
He'd come to you with the proposal of using your long abandoned forge, a home you'd always had trouble keeping filled
It was an easy decision to rent the building to the charasmatic tiefling, even offering him a small discount
You'd find yourself at the property much more often now, popping in on your way past to check in on your new favourite blacksmith
Dammon himself was always excited to see you, happy to set down his tools and keep you in conversation for an hour or two
However, it was only when you and the tiefling were in that uncertain position between friends and dating that you decided it was time to reveal your true nature to him
It was out in the mountains near baldurs gate, where you'd originally grown up, that you spread your wings again and showed Dammon who you really were
It would be a lie to say he wasn't surprised, Dammon was close to a heart attack when he saw your wings and tail unfurl as you grew to tower above him
You both had a very in-depth conversation after the revelation, discussing the lifestyle and expectations a dragon has compared to a 'mere' tiefling
It doesn't scare the blacksmith away though, if anything he's excited to learn more about you
Dammon will definitely gift you lots of pretty jewellery he's made, including pieces that fit you while in your true dragon form
Zevlor
You first met Zevlor when he was still a general within the hellrider ranks
Like many bronze dragons, you never knew when to leave well enough alone, so joining a humanoid army seemed a good idea
You had been with the hellriders for years with them being none the wiser, you and Zevlor bonding over shared ideals
You both had a strong sense of camaraderie and justice, often finding yourself in each others company and soon in a romantic relationship
When Elturel fell however, you had been in your lair, only able to hope and pray that your darling paladin would be returned to you safe
And he was returned, but you'd hardly been able to reunite with him before the tieflings were driven from the city
It only made sense in your mind to join them, despite appearing very human to the naked eye
It was honestly hard to hide your true form as the group travelled
The water tempted you to swim or make a new lair, the endless fighting would've been easier if you'd let yourself spread your wings
It was when you'd reached the grove you also made it to your breaking point
Soon, Zevlor found himself standing on the sand of the Sword Coast watching as a bronze dragon appeared before him in your stead
He really has no words, hardly believing his own eyes as his lover reveals something from his wildest dreams
Zevlors also seen many things and met many people within his life, but this takes him some adjustment
There's also a few discussions that happen between you, and you greatly flustered the poor man when you revealed bronze dragons mate for life
It's certainly a self esteem boost for the older tiefling to know such a noble and loyal being has chosen him out of any possible suitors
Zevlor is also the type to insist on helping you clean and polish your scales, taking care of you even when you're ten times his size
Rolan
A small part of Rolan had always been surprised by your interest in him
The two of you meeting when he and his siblings were in their teens, despite you being seemingly the same age you'd always come across more intelligent and poised than others
He'd always found himself drawn to your company, the two of you easily engaging in conversation for hours at a time
The fact you always smelled like a fresh, rainy morning didn't hurt either
When Rolan and his siblings were driven from Elturel, you were all too happy to join them
Anyone who dared to try and harm the trio instead found a furious silver dragon in human form
The group of you were inseparable, and you'd spent so much time together that you were almost scared to reveal your true self to Rolan
It'd been so long, and anyone could tell that the fledgling wizard was a fussy man
It was only when your group had reached the Shadowlands that Rolan discovered your true form
The mere thought of the three tieflings being taken from you was enough to enrage you to the point of stretching your wings and desperately taking hold of the closest one to you, Rolan
He himself was in absolute shock, between the giant dragon fighting against the ambushers that managed to make off with Lia and Cal
The wizard was distraught, and spent much of his time in the last light inn drunk and angry, even you were a victim of his temper
He was hardly pleased at the secrets you'd been keeping from him
It was only when Cal and Lia were returned, the two fawning over the fact you're a dragon, that Rolan actually pays proper attention to his best friend and crush being a dragon
He has endless questions, knowing you're a long lived species with a great array of knowledge, it's like a neverending interview
He appreciates having a study partner, and then later lover, that can keep up with and even surpass him
Having you around keeps things interesting for Rolan, and you provide him with a sense of security little else can
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Oh dear, I was sleeping when you needed asks to lift your spirits… I’m so sorry. However, I don’t think it’s too late to make you feel better. With that said, here’s a short essay on why you are an amazing artist deserving plenty of support and care.
First of all, your artistic skills is among the best I have ever seen. There’s no denying your character designs are stellar; from their wide range of body types to their intriguing backstory, they never get old. However, your creativity doesn’t stop here. It seeps on concept art and writing. I remember when I saw your desert concept art (with Rad on it) on Patreon; it was so good that I let out an audible “WOW!”. I know you haven’t published any concrete story, but the lore, world building and character backstory scattered in your posts got me hooked! I consider myself pretty picky when it comes to writing, but yours is among the only one I enjoy to the fullest.
Second of all, kobolds. Kobolds are great. Don’t you think kobolds are great? I love kobolds. Kobolds are amazing creatures: kobolds can yip, kobolds can scream, kobolds can run really fast, kobolds can roll really fast, and kobolds can kobold. I think kobolds should be admired. Kobolds are loyal to their Kobold-hoarding dragon, no matter what happens to the kobolds. Kobolds are such fascinating creatures. Did I tell you how much I love kobolds? Kobolds are great. Don’t you think kobolds are great? I love kobolds. Kobolds are amaz-
Last but not least… you (no, this isn’t some weirdo’s confession, please keep in mind it’s just platonic compliment from a fan). I don’t know you outside social media, but what I have seen on tumblr and twitter, I can tell you are an amazing individual. Despite being caught by adult life shenanigans, you still find time to defend your friend’s and other’s NSFW content from purists. You have so much stress burdened on your shoulders, yet I see you reblog/retweet fan art and write a compliment to artists. Your mental resilience is something to behold!
In conclusion, you are a wonderful person who deserves all the love and support. As mentioned previously, your creative characters, music, art and writing is something I and others inspire to achieve, and your ability to held your head on tempestuous waters is worth looking up upon. Finally, just so you know, most of us (your followers) will root you and your journey until the end of time, be it with money of praise.
May you have a wonderful December, full of joy.
PS: y’all should sub to her patreon, you won’t regret a single penny. Great WIPS, in-depth game-dev updates and glorious concept art!
But most importantly…
Giant Women
This is genuinely so heartfelt and sweet I don’t even know what to say. Like I do my best to make stuff I like and it’s not lost on me that a lot of other people like it too, but seeing stuff like this put into words has me all the more motivated and encouraged to keep making as much art as I can for as long as I can. Y’all are awesome for real. And thank you so much for all the support!!
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The Story of Psyche
Long before the events of this au, Psyche, an Earth fairy, was born. During her time the mindset that you are supposed to rise above your emotions was practically ingrained from the moment you could start comprehending words. This mindset created a disconnect between people and their magic, it was considered extremely rare to even gain a Charmix and at that point people weren’t able to narrow down exactly how these Charmix holders were attaining it.
It was even more amazing when Psyche, one of the already rare Charmix holders, was able to attain an even higher fairy form that came with unimaginable power, the Enchantix. She became the very first Guardian Fairy.
The magic dimension was not in the best shape at that time. There was constant conflict and Psyche ended up having to be the one to resolve the more dangerous situations but each one would wear her down a little more.
Eventually, Psyche realized that things couldn’t continue the way they were. She poured over ancient texts and spoke to as many ancient magic users as she could when she came to the only solution she could find to her problem. She would have to change the way that people viewed the entire dimension.
Psyche spent months going over the intricacies of what she was about to do and when she was ready she used all her power to cast a spell that would tie people’s magic firmly to their souls allowing for more and more people to achieve harmony with themselves and the magic dimension.
Ultimately this spell was too much for her to handle and she faded away but the effects of her spell lasted for centuries. By the time the majority of her magic had faded away the magic dimension had drastically changed the way they viewed both themselves and magic. Though there are still remnants of her spell residing in the soul of every magical creature.
The entirety of the magic dimension was forever altered because of Psyche, the Fairy of the Soul.
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So! As promised, I will explain a little in depth as to the route that I'm going with this AU and Psyche's influence on the redesigns and the story in general.
Every magical creature is very intimately connected to their magic. To the point that they embody aspects of that magic.
We'll start with Stella. She is the fairy of the sun and moon, and yes I am 100% adding back the moon aspects of her power because I was super disappointed that they never used it to its full potential and eventually disregarded it entirely, which pretty much boils down to light in general. She is the epitome of light. She runs much hotter than the normal person to the point that she emits almost a bubble of heat around her at all times. She's not affected by the cold at all, she is the type to walk around in winter weather in a mini-skirt and tank top, she just doesn't because she adores winter fashion. She also glows. Literally. It a pretty faint glow when she's not in her fairy forms, only really noticeable in a dark room, but still there. Her powers are going to be stronger in the daylight, for obvious reasons, but she's not powerless at night unless it's a new moon. She'd still be able to cast very small spells, just the basic everyday magic that anyone can do, but nothing like her normal power range.
Onto Bloom now. Being the fairy of the dragon fire grants her quite a few major differences. She's obviously more dragon-like in personality and appearance, the appearance part mostly effects her transformations. She has a slight hoarding habit, it's not disastrous but she does tend to collect shiny and/or valuable stuff. A lot of the things she gets are gifts from family and friends because it's almost guaranteed she'll love it. She's also very heat-loving. Winter is hard for her, it's not as bad in her fairy form, because she has to dress very warm otherwise she ends up struggling to stay awake. She does have a naturally threatening aura that makes people- mostly normal humans- and animals very uncomfortable, though people don't really know why, they just instinctively know that she's dangerous. Needless to say that Kiko is not in this AU at all. She probably would have given the poor bunny a heart attack just by looking at him. This is not at bad in magical creatures, although the smaller ones like pixie pets still instinctively avoid her. She has much better luck with dragons. :)
Flora, being the fairy of nature, tends to have small flowers and vines growing out of her hair at any given time. Much like Bloom, she needs to take precautions during the winter to avoid going into a hibernation-like state. Not much changes about her personality wise, she's already kind but also more than willing to fight when it calls for it. She does keep heat lamps in her room and turns them on when she wants to relax, or when it gets cold.
Musa! Again, nothing much changes about her personality wise but her magic effects her much more than in canon. She has exceptional hearing but does have some issues processing everything she hears at once so she wears noise cancelling headphones to help her filter everything out easier. She also takes precautions in her room by soundproofing everything, so she can sleep without headphones on.
Aisha is pretty down to earth which is a funny way to describe a water fairy but it fits. She tends to go with the flow most of the time but she is ultimately determined to carve her own path. Her magic allows her to breathe underwater both in and out of fairy form and she does has patches of scales around her hips even outside her transformation thanks to her relation to mermaids. She also has a wonderful singing voice that does tend to entrance people a bit, which she and Musa have fun with. I'm still working more on her to be honest. There is a lot of reference material on sirens/mermaids to choose from, though I am clearly leaning more on the siren aspect.
Finally, we have Tecna. I have a lot planned for Tecna but we'll start with the basics. She is very connected to technology but she's also very determined not to let it consume every part of her, which is going to be a common theme on Zenith. That being said she is the fairy of technology so she does have some changes. She has a tendency to overheat if she tries to do too much at once. She keeps her areas fairly cool so she can do things smoothly and summer is the bane of her existence. She has a million things going at once all the time but she makes it work!
Surprise bonus character! Roxy. Yes, Roxy is going to be a minor character in this AU. I've changed her age a little bit so she's only a year younger than Bloom. Roxy tends to reflect select traits of whatever animal that she's around at the time. Most of the time it's Artu. She also has a track record of animals just following her around everywhere. People frequently joke about her being a Disney Princess.
A little bit of background on Bloom and Roxy in this AU. They kind of grew up being outcasts together, their parents were very relieved that they found each other. It was especially great for them because in this AU magical creatures have a tendency to gravitate toward each other. Roxy is also the only reason Bloom has ever been able to pet a dog because of most animals avoiding her like the plague. Artu, is wary of her but also understands at this point that she's not going to hurt him.
While they both give off ambient magic, like most other magical creatures, their full potential was dormant most of their lives. For Bloom, it activated when she came into contact with Stella actively using magic. For Roxy, it activated after the attack on Bloom's house where there was so much ambient magic still in the air. Of course, Roxy didn't really notice anything until much later and began practicing on her own. She'll become a full fledged member of Alfea the next school year.
Also, a little note. Selina does not exist here. Nothing against her necessarily but her entire existence never made much sense to me to begin with. Her addition kind of threw off a lot of stuff continuity wise, in my opinion. Especially with her being so closely tied to Bloom. So, I'm completely cutting her out.
A little bit of extra info in general. I will not be including all of the fairy forms. I'll only for sure be including the winx, charmix, and enchantix forms. I have some ideas for sirenix as well but I'm not sure how that's going to fit into everything story wise. But Believix is not going to exist at all. I love it but I don't like the idea of an entire transformation hinging on finding a non-magical world and getting them to believe in magic. Also, it's just not going to be relevant to the story.
That being said, I will be giving Charmix it's own form instead of just an addition to their normal forms. I already have some sketches of Stella's, I just have to get everyone else's down. I will also be redesigning the enchantix and sirenix transformations. Enchantix because I want it to fit the story more and sirenix because I never liked those designs in the first place. I have a lot of issues with the later transformations in general because they really just became the same thing for every girl but different colors. It was like they lost their individuality and I don't like that.
I will also mention that not everything is 100% set in stone yet. It's all still a work in progress so you're all seeing things as I go about creating it. I may change some of the designs that I have already posted, like I've already decided that Musa definitely needs a nose ring and I'm disappointed it took me so long to come up with that. Either way, that's just a warning. The main concepts I've already come out with will be staying the same though just minor detail changes, don't worry!
If you have gotten this far, thank you! It took forever to type all this out so forgive me if it seems a little jumbled but I'm tired of looking at this so I'm not doing any more editing on this post. I hope you enjoyed the lore dump!
#psyche au#Psyche#oc#winx club oc#winx club#winx#winx club stella#winx club bloom#winx club musa#winx club flora#winx club aisha#winx club layla#winx club tecna#lore dump#long post
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hello how are you it if my first time asking but what do you think it would be like if white beard had a daughter and she went on shanks crew like he haven’t seen his daughter for years and then he see her on shanks crew
also I love you writing you my favvvv
Imagine being Whitebeard's daughter on Shanks's crew
A mildly naughty bit under the undercut. Also, I'm having to change how I indicate action, instead of using Asterix *, I'm going to change them to [ ].
Marco: Pops, Shanks's ship is on the horizon, signaling they wanna talk-yoi.
Whitebeard: [rolls his eyes,] Fine let him aboard.
As the Red Force is pulling itself parallel to the Moby Dick
Whitebeard: [spots you working on the rigging] (y/n)?!
You: dukes [knows you're going to be in trouble, so you try to duck into the galley to avoid him]
Whitebeard: Young Lady, I fucking saw you, don't try to hide from me! Come here.
You: [shuffles in front of him] Hi Pops
Izou: oi, oi, don't go getting familiar with him.
Whitebeard: [holds up his hand] No, it's okay, this one is my biological child.
Ace: You have a bio kid? Why didn't you tell us!?
Whitebeard: I was trying to keep her safe, [turns to you and gives you a pointed look,] which is why I left you on Sphinx, where it's safe.
You: It was boring, so I snuck aboard the supply ship, that you send us every month, and hopped out at the nearest port.
Whitebeard: That supply ship is captained by Doma!
Thatch: Shall I go draft a summons letter sent to him?
Whitebeard: yes, thank you. [Turns back to you,] You should have stayed on Sphinx. Yes, it's boring, but that's because it's peaceful. Do you have any idea how rare and valuable peace is? Why would you leave?
You: Because I wanted more! I wanted to see the world! I wanted to fight strong opponents! Because I'm your kid!
Marco: [mutters loud enough for Whitebeard to hear.] Personality is fifty percent genetic.
Whitebeard: [Ignores him.] I understand that... urge to see the world. But why him! [Jabs a finger in Shank's direction]
Shanks: What's wrong with me?
Benn: [pats his captain's head] We've been wondering that for years.
You: He makes me laugh.
Shanks: [puffs up his chest with pride and cheekily sticks his tongue out at Benn]
Whitebeard: Please tell me you aren't in love with this misfit.
You: Sorry, I can't help who I fell in love with, [shrugs.] He makes me happy, and he treats me well.
Yassop: [yells from the deck of the Red Force] That's an understatement! He spoils her rotten, and she gets first dibs on any treasure we get. And he buys her anything she wants.
Whitebeard: [rubs his chin thoughtfully] First dibs, huh?
You: I also send funds home, back to Sphinx.
Whitebeard: I suppose I'll allow it, then.
That evening
The Crews: [have somehow started a boat party]
Shanks and Whitebeard: [chatting around a table ladened with food]
You: Daddy, will you pass the rum?
Shanks and Whitebeard: [reach for it, accidentally touch hands, and lock eyes]
the crews: ʱªʱªʱª(ᕑᗢूᓫ∗)
Shanks: (☼Д☼) !! *Books it for his ship*
Whitebeard: [hot on his heels] AKAGAMI!
Marco: wow
Benn: That was a mean thing to do, (y/n).
You: ଘ(✿˵•́ ω •̀˵) ? I didn't do anything, [lying].
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Artist Steve who likes to draw monster and ends up seeking them out so he can capture them right. He almost dies a bunch of times but he always wins them over with his compliments and his skills. He is so well liked by the monsters that some of them sniff him out from time to time.
He sits sketching for hours in a hydras lair, sees it slay a few knights and captures that too. He nearly gets barbecued by a dragon who thinks he came to steal from it but he drops his sketch book while running and then instead gets dragged to its hoard so he can capture it with all its beautiful treasure. The siren that caught him sketching mermaids and decides to pose for him instead of making him a meal.
He sketches a fay form outside of their circle as it tries to trick him into coming through to his realm to stay, he knows better than to fall for that. The Valkyrie he meets on the battle field who poses with her worthy warriors all of them excited for Valhalla. The eldritch horror that keeps putting out the one candle it allowed him because it has a habit of blowing and making spooky noises because that is how it usually interacts with humans before dragging them into its inky dark depths. Steve lights it again with tentacles creeping over him, that shoot back into the shadows like they are allergic to light and he picks up where he left off.
The ogre raising a nymph who both pose for Steve and then spend a week trying to convince him to move in. The werewolf who follows him around like a puppy wagging his tail when Steve plays fetch with him for a few hours wearing him out and then sketching him while he chews on the fresh meal he caught. The satyr who serenades him whenever they cross paths.
Then there is the vampire who tracks Steve down all “I hear you like sketching monsters I’ll make you a deal.” Who gets more than a fresh meal and his portrait out of Steve. Who tracks Steve down months later and ends up fighting another vampire over him because no way is he letting anyone else have his boy’s blood. Fucks Steve in the mess from the fight as he growls about not letting other vampires touch him, about how he shouldn’t be sketching other vampires at all. Steve will not give up on sketching others, there are different species after all and so far he has only managed to sketch three of them but he does agree to not giving his blood to others as he sketches Eddie with a broken bit of charcoal in the moonlight.
The minotaur that offers him the freshest reddest tomatoes each day he’s in the labyrinth capturing all the different creatures. Who goes all sky and bashful when Steve tells him to not move, the way his fur is catching the sun is stunning. Billy at the end of Steve’s time there decides he is going to join him on his adventure. He is more than a little in love with the man who made him see himself as beautiful like he did before he was cursed to this form and not just a horrid creature like other humans before him.
The minotaur and the vampire butt heads when they first meet given their affinity for Steve. They grow on each other and soon enough Steve finds himself not so much caught but kept between them between sketches. The two of them make it clear to the other monsters that despite Steve’s flateries and interest in their different skills and features he is very much taken.
No I will not give up the hc that minotaur Billy grows tomatoes in the labyrinth.
#Harringroveson#jellyhc#Steddie#harringrove#artist Steve Harrington#vampire eddie munson#Minotaur Billy Hargrove#a lil spicy
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Protector
ao3
Author's Note: Dedicated to my dear friend @elder-dragon-reposes 💖
Summary: The Dragonborn is worn thin, but Odahviing will protect her.
(Dovahzuul translations at the bottom)
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When she captured him, the first thing he understood about the Dovahkiin was that she was calm. As the joorre of Hofkahsejun yelled and scurried around like rats, she stood against the storm of fire and chaos, watching and waiting. Her crystalline eyes reflected the disorder with clever, quiet cunning. When she spoke, her mortal voice carried all the weight of power found in the Strong Voices of Dov far older than him. Her presence demanded fealty. Castrated before her, Odahviing did not find it difficult to relinquish his service to Alduin Thuri.
He did not pledge himself to her then, but he would.
After her defeat of Alduin in Sovngarde, Odahviing was not often far from her side. Clever and crafty as the Dovahkiin was, Odahviing knew the joorre in her would get her into trouble. Someone needed to teach her the ways of the Dov. Kaan knew the Old One would only teach her of the delicacy of her Thu’um and not the weight of it. Concerning the ways of the Dov, the Dovahkiin needed a more versatile teacher, one who could instruct her in all their ways.
And someone to protect her.
The Dovahkiin, Lee Air Uh, grew used to Odahviing’s companionship quickly after her return from Sovngarde. Though she defeated Alduin Thuri (and by right became the Judsedov, though she did not understand this), she was eager to reach her full strength as Dovahkiin. Odahviing found himself essential to this journey, guiding Lee Air Uh to the depths of the old thanedoms and temples. With the downfall of Alduin’s tyranny, the Dovahkiin erased the remnants of his worshippers, the priests who Shouted only by blessing of the masks given to them. The Dovahkiin did not need a mask to crown her over the old order.
Odahviing did not understand the significance of the Stormcrown, but when the Dovahkiin issued the winds of Strunbel with her Thu’um, Odahviing understood the power to command the storm was seen as sacred to the joorre. This pleased him.
It did not please him when she began to throw herself from his back in midflight.
The chaos of battle raged below and the winds of Strunbel churned above as he circled the field, a distant spectator to the bloodshed. She was nestled in the hollow of his neck, slotted between the juncture of his wings and spine as if she were meant to fit there.
His only warning had been her cry of Meyzzii before the slight weight of her vanished from his back. Odahviing had wheeled around to find the Meykiir plummeting into the swelling blood tide below. He dove after her. After the battle, in the quiet of painful victory, she assured him it was all a part of her plan. Odahviing did not think falling was much of a plan. Lee Air Uh had laughed.
Hers was a pleasing laugh, light and full as the sun on a cloudless winter morning. She didn’t laugh when pursuing the Strunkodaav’s war across Keizaal. No, she was always tired. There was no love lost between Odahviing and the would-be Jun who used the Dovahkiin to further his mey joor paar. Odahviing could not, would not understand why his Dovthurjud bowed to the joor jun, the Strunkodaav. What he saw was a mortal man, a usurper of the Thu’um, using the Dovahkiin to his own ends. To the Strunkodaav, Lee Air Uh was nothing more than a weapon to be wielded. She was not the Judsedov. She was nothing more to the mey joor than a means to an end. Crafty and clever as she was, the Dovahkiin did not see this. No, she followed the Strunkodaav at her own peril.
It saddened and sickened Odahviing. Unfortunately, he did not think clawing his way into the hofkahsejun, consuming the joorre inside, and building a hoard for the Dovahkiin would please her. Naturally, Odahviing kept this to himself.
He held his silence as the dark shadows grew under eyes, a pale blue that soon lost its crystalline sparkle. Once smoldering red hair grew out brown and unkempt. The Dovahkiin was wearing thin as the durkein wore on. Watching this, fury smoldered in Odahviing. For all that the Dovahkiin overcame Alduin and his tyranny, the ambitions of the Strunkodaav would be her doom.
There came a morning over a year after the Dovahkiin returned from Sovngarde and Odahviing pledged himself to her that he did not see her. The latest in a long series of such mornings. The sun shone bright and clear over Keizaal, its light still and golden across the snowy peaks of the Jerstrunmah. Odahviing rose from the ruins of Skuldafn, desolate and empty since the Dovahkiin’s storm tore through it in pursuit of Alduin. She laughed when he bemoaned the desolation of a perfectly good fane. “Make it yours, then,” she said, a smile tugging at her face. Smiles were curiously joor expressions, but from the Dovahkiin, Odahviing thought it charming.
He did not tell her this.
On that morning he took flight from Skuldafn, Odahviing glided on the north wind high above Keizaal. It had been some days since the Dovahkiin had summoned him, and this worried him. The last time Odahviing had seen her, she told him they were preparing for the siege of Solitude. She stood before him and asked if he would still go with her into battle, something she did every time she knew a fight was coming. “Geh, Ysmir,” he said. This was his usual answer. Unusually, this time, the Dovahkiin didn’t thank him. Instead, she came forward and pressed herself into the side of his head, her arms spread as far around him as they could go.
“You,” she said, voice soft against the warm scales of his cheek, “are a better friend than I deserve.”
Odahviing hadn’t seen her since.
Circling the snowcapped peaks above the Strunkodaav’s city, Odahviing watched the joorre below scurry at the sight of him. Even after all the time he spent in the company of the Dovahkiin, the people of Keizaal still feared the sight of a Dovah wheeling overhead. It was shameful.
It was not long before she came out. Odahviing saw her look up from under a curtain of curling brown hair before turning toward the city gates. Odahviing waited for her to reach the great bridge before he landed on the outskirts. He did not wait long as she hurried toward him, her hands fisted in the skirts of a heavy gown. Nearby, a guard hovered, his hand fluttering near the weapon at his side.
“Ysmir,” he greeted once she was near enough, his voice a low rumble in his throat.
“Hello,” she said, her voice soft and breathless. Woefully mortal and withdrawn. Odahviing waited for her to continue, but the Dovahkiin remained silent, her Voice silenced.
Ruffling his wings, Odahviing peered closer at his Dovthurjud. Exhaustion rolled off her soul like the tides of the sea into the shore. Something was wrong. “How go the plans for fonaar?”
Lee Air Uh squeezed her eyes shut, the darkness around them prominent. “The battle is over, Odahviing. We’ve won.”
The crimson Dovah nearly reared back, but one look at the Dovahkiin told him she was too fragile for any sudden reaction. Why did she not summon him? Did something happen that prevented her from calling him?
As if reading his mind, the Dovahkiin bowed her head. “Ulfric did not think it necessary. We had the Empire routed from the moment I shattered the city gates. It was more politics than battle.” Her mouth fell open then, as if there was something on the tip of her tongue she couldn’t quite get out.
“Fly with me, Ysmir,” Odahviing said.
Her smile was gentle as she nodded. Relief relaxed her shoulders and she rounded to his shoulder where she usually climbed onto his back.
“My lady, is this entirely wise?” For the first time, Odahviing acknowledged the guard who stood not far away. The joor had followed Lee Air Uh across the bridge. “The Jarl is still concerned for your safety.”
Her arms around Odahviing’s neck, the Dovahkiin’s familiar weight settled into place. Slight, and yet Odahviing felt as if something missing had returned to him. “The Jarl needn’t worry,” she said, crisp as snowfall. “No one can protect me better than Odahviing.”
Dov didn’t smile, but Odahviing gave his most self-satisfied attempt at the doubt on the guardsman’s face.
Taking flight, Odahviing glided away from the city. He still had questions for the Dovahkiin, but she was Judsedov and her protection outweighed his curiosity. He turned on the wind toward Skuldafn, high in the clouds and far away from whatever mey paar now threatened the Dovahkiin. She was strong and her zii formed of hard ice and cold, but even Strong Voices needed rest and protection.
Odahviing would see that his Dovthurjud was protected.
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Translations:
Dovah/dov – dragon/dragons
Dovahkiin – Dragonborn
Dovthurjud – High Queen Over the Dragons (lit. Dragons’ Overlord Queen)
Durkein – Accursed war
Fonaar – Battle charge
Geh -- yes
Hofkahsejun – palace (nonspecific)
Jerstrunmah – Velothi Mountains (lit. Eastern Mountain/s)
Joor/Joorre – mortal/mortals
Kaan – Kyne/Kynareth
Keizaal – Skyrim
Judsedov – Queen of Dragons
Jun – king
Mey – fool/foolish
Meykiir – foolish girl
Meyzzii – Become Ethereal Shout (lit. Become Spirit)
Paar – ambition/desire
Strunbel – Storm Call Shout (lit. Storm Summon)
Strunkodaav – Storm Bear (Ulfric)
Thu’um – Voice, dragon shout
Thuri – overlord
Zii – living spirit/soul
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CRACK HEADCANON
Alright, I've had this absolutely ridiculous headcanon about Elain and Bryaxis living rent free in my head forever. Haters, I know how insanely and ridiculously stupid it may sound and the logistics just aren't there, so please disregard this and move along.
Now, I've wondered if Bryaxis could shape-shift. As far as I remember, he is basically cloud of your worst fear and nightmares. So I wanted to give him alittle...depth. This branches off an old headcanon that was made regarding Elain befriending Bryaxis in her garden or in the library. And it just kind spiraled out of control in my mind. But if you're still here just hear me out.
What if he can shape-shift into anything he desires? What if his purest and favorite form is a dragon. What if Elain somehow finds him deep in the forest in the form of a dragon, (I'm talking badass GOT Drogon type dragon) befriends him, and learns that he's actually the bryaxis that's missing from the Library and is tied to her sister? Come to find out, he's drawn to Elain and she essentially ends up convincing him to return home to the library, new window in place, surrounded by his hoard of books and gentle priestesses, on the new condition that he answers to her and agrees to fight for the Night Court in whatever manner she asks of him. In return, the wards are changed to allow him in and out occasionally so that he may find his freedom amongst the stars. After all, everyone is a dreamer in the Night Court.
I imagine the Library to have a large hidden cavern underneath. A warded tunnel that somehow leads to an ominous hidden cave in the forest, and it's essentially how he gets in and out.
Now imagine Azriel and the IC looking for Elain after she gets "lost" in the forest, only to hear a dragon's cry peirce the air and out from the clouds comes Bryaxis with Elain perched on his back. Hair wild and and beautifully windswept. Hands and thighs holding on for dear life. Eyes glowing. A devils grin bright on her face. Bryaxis roaring and flying fast as shooting star.
Azriel nearly goes feral in a mix of fear and sheer awe of this female. Dragons should only be myths, now. Long forgotten Gods of Illyria's history. And hear she sits proudly on the back of a literal living nightmare. Bryaxis's dark shadows coiling around her in errie delight.
Rhysand and the IC are just 👁👄👁. Speechless. I'm sure Cassian is white as a ghost and nearly faints. Cause what the actual fuck and Holy Mother's Tits.
So, yeah, you can decide how Elain gets lost in the forest, how she befriends Bryaxis, the bargain, how she uses him in the future. The potential dragon history of Illyria. How Bryaxis is part of the fight with Koschie or potential war. Elain being a dragonrider. Etc, etc.
If anyone held on this long, I applaud you and apologize for this purely chaotic thinking lmao. If anyone chooses to write something off of this headcanon, then please for the love of all that is holy please tag me so I can read it.
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absolutely love your based and poggers headcanons, not sure if you've done it yet but can we get the gang as like mythical creatures or fantasy beings, pirates, vampires, fairies, dragons etc.
Thanks, Anon!!
Mythical Creatures and Fantasy….
I haven’t yet! I know others have and, for the most part, I would agree with the ones I’ve seen floating around here. But for the sake of being different here’s a different take!
Bruno Bucciarati
Dullahan.
He would 100% enjoy taking his head off to be goofy.
Leaves his head in random spots while his body just walks around and bumps into things.
Will also make head puns.
Everyone hates the head puns.
But they tolerate it because it’s Bruno.
He will cuddle his head in his sleep, sometimes.
Also being able to remove his head makes styling his hair that much easier.
Leone Abbacchio
Charybdis.
Always lurking in the deep.
He would enjoy the solitude that the depths of the ocean would bring.
Hates land and will hang out in the tub to spend time with Bruno while he’s styling his hair.
May or may not have destroyed many ships.
Had a rivalry with Scylla back in the day.
Pannacotta Fugo
Dybbuk.
Though- without the questionable lore behind it.
He simply has a pension for haunting and possessing others.
Used to possess his housemates to get things done a certain way.
Certified control freak.
He no longer possesses them without their consent.
Especially because it leaves the host feeling very ill afterwards.
Narancia Ghirga
Goblin.
Hoards trinkets in his room.
Loves shiny things, in particular.
If you have a shiny, Narancia will take it.
Easily swayed into doing things for others if he gets a shiny thing in return.
100% Gollum energy at times.
Will call things “My Precious”.
Does it because he watched Fugo watch Lord of the Rings once.
And it pisses Fugo off.
Guido Mista
Gorgon.
Why do you think he’s always wearing a hat?
Because he doesn’t want others to turn into stone.
Also the snakes all have little numbers on them.
No number four.
Has migraines because the snakes sometimes just never stop talking.
And they steal his food.
Ya feel?
Giorno Giovanna
Griffin.
Proud and considered noble by others.
He just gives that energy off to others.
You would think he’d be a vampire because of Dio.
But no.
Griffin all the way because of Jonathan.
He just got his looks from Dio, that’s all.
Takes good care of his feathers and talons, though.
Trish Una
Phoenix.
When her life went into chaos, she was able to be reborn into a version of herself to better suit her new life.
Loved sun bathing.
Preens a lot.
Gets feather care tips from Giorno.
Has been the only one to ever see the snakes on Guido’s head.
She turned to stone.
Then burst into flames.
Then was simply reborn.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo part 5#narancia ghirga#guido mista#bruno buccellati#leone abbacchio#giorno giovanna#pannacotta fugo#bruno bucciarati#jojo headcanons#trish una#mythical creatures#thank you for the ask!#I had fun with this one!
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Poisoned Tears and Scorched Tongues (1/22)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character, Jacaerys x Heleana, Rhaenyra x Harwin
Description: At eight years old, Alyra Hawthorne, the daughter of a small house with its own secrets, finds herself at the side of Princess Helaena. As time passes, Alyra finds herself entangled deeper and deeper into the web that is the Targaryen family drama. Tired of fighting to keep her heart, her place at court, and occasionally her life, Alyra wonders if she's on the wrong side of the war.
It must have been intoxicating to be loved like that, with such depths and devotion, to be worshiped like a god without making the necessary sacrifices. How could she be angry? How could she begrudge him everything he desired when she herself had once been part of that desire? A dragon guarding his hoard, he dragged her in with a claw and a smile sharpened by years of diplomacy. Meet me in the garden, I promise no one will catch us. Keep the guards distracted until I return. Stay with me, keep me company as I read. I found this book for you.
That was years ago, when they were both children, her still reeling from the death of her father, him the loss of his eye. She’d never been afraid of him, not his scars, his snarl, or his sword.
Her arrival at King’s Landing lacked fanfare, she wasn’t a Stark, or a Lannister, her name did not carry the weight of armies, or vast lands. All she carried was a lingering grief, and the knowledge that her options were to travel here, to this crowded, chaotic place, or be sold off like a broodmare. She had been so young, too young. She chose the chaos, fighting for her life like hundreds of Hawthorne women before her.
Shepherded around by a distant uncle who already lived in the capital, Alyra kept her fingers entwined, her eyes down, and her lips shut. No one would find fault with her, she would not cause trouble, there would be no reason to send her off into the waiting arms of some old lecher that would leave her bruised and broken.
When he brought her before the queen, she paid her proper respects, admiring the queen’s beauty as Queen Alicent spoke with her uncle.
“This, my queen, is my niece Alyra Hawthorne, the only blossom to survive a family of thorns.” His voice was gracious, and he ran a hand down her flaxen hair in what she assumed he meant as an affectionate gesture. To Alyra it felt as if he was petting her like a dog.
Alyra kept her head bowed her grip tightening at her uncle’s words, it was true that her family was unpleasant, but there was kindness her uncle refused to see after the death of his brother, her father.
“She doesn’t carry her father’s name?” The queen asked, her voice curious. Alyra could hear shuffling from beside the queen, but she kept her eyes on the floor.
Her uncle’s voice lost its polite tone and one of venom took its place. “Her mother claims it was my brother’s dying wish. That his children be returned into the folds of his dear wife’s family. Luckily, I was able to convince my good sister that the capital would be the best place for Alyra.” He pushed her forward with a whisper of “look up” as he continued speaking. “My darling niece is only two years younger than your daughter; she is bright, kind, and loyal. She would make a wonderful lady-in-waiting for the young princess.”
Alyra’s eyes flickered from the queen to the girl her uncle was motioning to. The girl was a bit taller than her, with long white hair, and beautiful violet eyes. She was cradling some kind of creature in her hands.
Alyra’s view of the princess was broken when Queen Alicent suddenly bent down and smiled softly at her. “You are as old as my son Aemond, and I think he is quite responsible.” Her smile faded, and her expression grew serious. “Your uncle says you are loyal, can I trust you to be loyal to the princess?”
Alyra nodded, “yes, my queen, I look forward to befriending and protecting the princess.” Her voice shook with nerves, but she met the queen’s eyes.
Queen Alicent stood and smoothed down Alyra’s hair in a motherly way that sent a pang of homesickness through her. “Heleana, come meet Alyra.”
Heleana descended the steps with a dreamy gracefulness, her eyes meeting Alyra’s. “Golden eyes see through silver.” She said, staring at Alyra.
“Beg pardon?” Alyra replied, looking to her uncle for guidance.
“It is lovely to meet you, Lady Alyra, I hope we will become great friends.” Heleana said as if it was the first time she’d spoken.
Alyra bowed her head, “I hope that as well, princess.”
Heleana was kind, soft, she carried beetles in her hands, and sang quietly under her breath as her brothers traded insults across the breakfast table.
“Maybe if you’d ever bedded a woman, you wouldn’t be such a bore.” Aegon drawled, punctuating his statement with a large swig of his wine before he turned his gaze onto Alyra.
She was currently gathering up Heleana’s embroidery as food was being brought out and set before the royal children. Queen Alicent had been called to attend her husband, leaving the children to eat alone.
“Lady Alyra, don’t you find my brother a bore? You must be tired of him trailing after you like a lovesick mutt.”
Alyra nearly dropped Heleana’s embroidery hoop, but caught it quickly, holding it against her chest as she faced the prince. Aegon wasn’t her favorite of the siblings, his hands wandered, and his words stung. Her eyes flickered to Aemond who was glaring down at his plate, angrily cutting into the sausage before him.
“I think Prince Aemond is very intelligent, and it is an honor to receive any attention from the royal family.” She said carefully, keeping her eyes away from Aemond. He was always kind to her, and Aegon liked to tease him about that kindness.
“Of course, but you cannot deny my brother pays you more attention than is proper?”
Alyra flinched as the sound of metal scraping against porcelain that came from Aemond’s seat. Heleana looked up, her delicate features scrunched into an expression of discomfort.
“I believe you have cut your breakfast enough, Aemond.” Aegon said, a satisfied smile on his face, joyous at once again being able to get under his brother’s skin.
“Alyra, would you mind asking the kitchen to bring some honey for the rolls, please?” Heleana asked, giving Alyra her chance to escape before Aegon turned his sights on her again.
They’d both turned ten and three that year, her and Aemond, him a few months before her. She remembered the way he shied away from her touch when she saw him later that night. She had wanted to wish him a happy name day, her arms open wide for the embraces he only accepted from her, Heleana, or his mother. Instead, he pulled back his violet eye cold.
“You are a lady of the court, nearing marrying age, it is no longer acceptable for you to fling yourself at me like a child.” He said, his voice as sharp as Vhagar’s claws.
Alyra froze, letting her arms drop to her side. “I understand, my prince.” She turned and picked up a roughly bound book from the table behind her and held it out to him. “At least allow me to give you this gift.” Once he took the book, Alyra bowed her head and swiftly left the room, hurrying towards Heleana’s chambers, tears blurring her vision.
“I’m sure Aemond meant nothing by it.” Heleana reassured her, running her fingers through Alyra’s hair as Alyra attempted to compose herself.
“He said he no longer wishes for me to fling myself at him. I’m unsure of how he could mean anything else.” Alyra sniffled, turning towards the princess and leaning her forehead against her shoulder. “Have I been inappropriate with your brother? Please Heleana let me know if I have overstepped my bounds.”
Heleana shook her head, “I don’t believe you have; I think Aemond should be grateful to have found such a friend in you, just as I am grateful.”
Alyra raised her head and wrapped her arms around Heleana. “It is I, who is grateful to have been blessed with the opportunity to be your friend.”
Aemond stood in the doorway to his sister’s receiving room, the book Alyra gave him clutched in his hands. His eye watching his sister and her lady-in-waiting hold each other tightly before releasing each other with a short squeeze.
“Sister, Lady Alyra.” He called, suddenly feeling his confidence waver for the first time since Aegon had taken him to that dreadful place hours before.
“Aemond.” Heleana said brightly, her words echoed by Alyra’s own, “my prince.”
Aemond stepped forward and reached for Alyra’s hand. “I wanted to thank you for your gift. I was cruel towards you earlier; you did not deserve that.”
Alyra took his hand and squeezed it gently before letting it go. “You were right, my prince; I should observe the manners of the court better. There is no need to potentially cast suspicion upon my reputation or yours.”
Aemond’s hand remained in the air, fingers still outstretched, reaching for her.
Chapter Two here!!!
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So been thinking
Im. Not willing to accept Rauru and Sonia were the original original founders of Hyrule cause im not willing to retcon OoT. Get ready cause im gonna go in depth on this haha
The way the Gerudo are treated like outsiders in that game doesnt really match up with them being servants to the royal family or respected sages with a secret stone and everything? Yes i know theres the whole thing the royal family does to the Sheikah, but considering theres a "swearing fealty" scene there too... it just implies the Gerudo were again being conquered when they would have been already. Theres also no reference to the triforce or reincarnation either in TOTK, when it was a pretty important part of SkSw.
Obviously I get that SkSw and OoT weren't created with ToTK in mind. And ToTK doesnt seem to give a shit about the BOTW story either, considering the sheikah have no importance to the major story whatsoever (not even in flashbacks? Come on)
Im sure there are ways to explain away these gripes but hear me out-
I think Rauru and Sonia re-founded hyrule. And the Zonai recreated it. Notice how the Depths are kind of reminiscent of a deep sea environment? How there are fossils that appear to be coral on the walls, how the native monsters (Froxes) appear to be amphibious? How there are several Zonai caches, mines, and colusiums down there, despite them coming from the sky? How Death Mountain and the Deku tree both have roots down there?
That was Hyrule.
After it fell. After the Ganondorf or demon king or what have you finally won, and the Goddesses destroyed it. It was meant to be forgotton.
Then enter the Zonai. Powerful beings who want to play gods. Possibly even related to gods. They want to try their hand at their own creation story, and what better way than to bring back a world that the Golden Three destroyed? Use their own power, the stones, to recreate it, leaving 10 behind. 7 reserved for protecting the land, and 3 given to the most powerful and revered Zonai to become the dragons that watch over it.
Then they leave. Except for Rauru and Mineru. And Rauru wants to go even further. To recreate the kingdom of Hyrule itself. In doing so inadvertently resetting the very thing that caused its downfall.
He could have prevented it, too. There were seven stones left. For Seven sages. Time, Wind, Lightning, Fire, Water, Spirit, and Shadow. He could have given those stones as offerings to the people he offered to join his kingdom, but they were only given out as a last resort.
Ganondorf does call him out on this- for hoarding power, for playing god. And hes right.
Things could have ended differently if the Gerudo were offered stones at the start- Ganondorf (or a sheikah idk)as the sage of Shadow and the unnammed Gerudo as the Sage of lightning- if they were treated as equals rather than pawns in Rauru's dream of becoming a legendary king.
#totk#totk spoilers#ganondorf#headcanon#theory#dont take this too seriously this is just how i like to look at totk
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