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running-with-kn1ves · 8 days

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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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octotriosimp · 2 years

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The final dorm

Starting out strong with Malleus here

You meet him during the night at ramshackle like you do in game

He immediately likes you

Did I say like I meant love

You aren't escaping him I'm sorry

You won't know but he does follow you around everywhere you go which does not make Sebek happy at all

Ask you to join the gargoyle appreciation club

You join and he still doesn't tell you his actual name just goes with Hornton

Finds the fact that you call him that very cute

While Sebek and Silver might not know Lilia does you cannot fool this man's father's instinct

You finally figure out his actual name he's kind of angry because now you might be afraid of him

Just make sure he knows that you aren't actually afraid of him and he'll be perfectly fine

After the initial phase of being mad he's actually really happy about it because this means that he can now go round in public with you without being afraid that somebody will find out and tell you who he is

You are now practically his spouse or mate whichever one you prefer I don't care you are part of his hoard and dragons do not like it when somebody takes from it

Anyone ever tried flirting with you they would be dead even Ace got to watch out he's just a bit too friendly for his liking

But other than that he's an amazing partner definitely takes you out. To see gargoyles listen he likes them you like? them it's a win-win if you let him he will hold your hand or just straight up carry you princess style

Kisses you goodbye at the door

Off the time you have to change your plans to avoid Sebek who is trying to convince Malleus that you somehow tricked him

Lilia invite you over for dinner don't worry he isn't cooking

Malleus is very affectionate with you he never wants to let you go if he could he would keep you or only he could see you forever

This man is a yandere I'm sorry but I have to say it it's true

Doesn't need to take you home to meet his family cuz you already did two out of three approve

Sebek might take some more time

When he asked if you want children if you say no he's just like okay he loves you and All that matters to him is that you love him too but if you do want kids he will be ecstatic absolutely happiest you've probably ever seen him immediately starts kissing you and showering you in affection and telling you how much he loves you

He is a good cuddler he uses his tail to wrap around you just to make sure you can't leave him not that you would ever want to

Final rating 10 out of 10 I like yanderes a bit too much but he's also cool and would be a very good husband

#malleus #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst x reader #malleus draconia

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warlordfelwinter · 1 year

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a moment alone

you know. i just think novelising dnd games is fun so here's some celeste and patience from the other night

"Celeste, do you want to go keep an eye on Patience, and Nyalori and I can go inside and start looking around?"

Celeste barely heard Corivier, already heading to catch up with Patience. "Hm? Yeah, good idea!" he said absently, trotting over to the tiefling who was starting to make a circuit of the manor, taking notes. His assistant had already gone in, which meant the two of them were alone once Corivier and Nyalori went inside.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," Celeste said as he caught up.

Patience smiled. “I assumed so, you’ve been giving me that look since I came to the office. What is it?” He was writing without looking at his notepad, eyes flicking around the exterior of the old tavern, but he spared Celeste a quick glance.

"I wanted to ask you about something kind of serious.”

Patience stopped. He lowered his notepad and gave Celeste his full attention. "What's on your mind?"

"It's..." Celeste hesitated, glancing around, trying to make sure no one was around before he started asking Patience about things there were no good reason for a solicitor to know.

"Celeste," Patience said, and Celeste looked at him again. Patience held his gaze. "No one can hear us," he said.

"I need to ask you about Tiamat."

Patience stared at him for a moment and then chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me," Celeste said.

"I'm not laughing at you, my dear, I'm just… Every time I talk to you about work it puts you straight to sleep and the first time you ask me about it, it's about Tiamat. Of all the tedious, uninteresting…"

Celeste frowned, slightly. "Just hear me out, please," he said, quietly. "A little over a tenday ago I had a dream, from my guardian—don't give me that look, I know you don't like her—she showed me Waterdeep in flames, the Sword Coast reduced to ash and ember, everyone around me burning and screaming." His voice shook as he remembered the visions. "She told me something would escape the Nine Hells, that it was coming to bring a shadow of death and silence, and everything I've found or others have found tells me it must be Tiamat, so I just… I just need you to tell me she's still imprisoned."

Patience listened to all of that without his expression changing much, apart from a slight distaste at the mention of Hanala. It was measured and thoughtful. He glanced away, gaze unfocusing slightly as he redirected his attention to Avernus.

"At this moment she's still in her miserable little pit, yes," he said, refocusing on Celeste.

"And can you… is there anything you can do to make sure she stays there? To make sure she can't get out?"

"I am already doing what I can, my dear, I'm the one who put her there." Patience frowned slightly, searching Celeste's gaze for something. "Celeste, don't get invested in whatever this is. Tiamat… she doesn't matter. She's nothing for you to worry yourself over. Trust me."

"I do, but my guardian has never lied to me. Whatever she showed me must be real, somehow." Celeste paused, thinking about what else he'd learned. "There's an artifact, apparently, in the city somewhere that would allow a dragon through the wards. Do you know what it is? It seems like no one knows what it is or where, but if anyone would know it would be you. You know everything."

Patience's lips twitched slightly at the assertion. He looked thoughtful. "Ahghairon's dragonward?" he clarified, and Celeste nodded. "Mmm… Last I can recall, what you're thinking of was in the possession of a gold dragon. Part of quite the massive hoard."

"In the city? There's a gold dragon in the city?" Celeste asked, startled, wondering where it could be hidden. Waterdeep was big, but surely it wasn't that big that there could be a dragon here without anyone knowing.

"Mmhm."

"That must be what they're here for, then, the people Hanala warned me about!" Celeste said, convinced now that his theory was right, and also terrified that it was. "She said they needed something from the city for her, for Tiamat, they must be after whatever that thing is the gold dragon has so they can let her through."

"Tiamat is in Avernus, even if she were able to breach the dragonward, she would need to get to this plane first," Patience said, patiently. "If she were planning to break her contract again, she would need quite a large sum of gold, which may be found here, but, again, I doubt this is something you need to get involved in. Trust me, she won't escape. She may have done before, but—"

"Okay, see, I do trust you but then you say things like that!" Celeste interrupted.

"Celeste, please," Patience said sharply. "Let this go. Don't get invested, don't get involved. If Tiamat is planning on breaking her contract, there's not much you could do to stop her anyway, I don't want you doing something stupid and getting hurt."

"But if something is threatening my home and the people I care about then I am going to try and stop it, if I can."

Patience rolled his eyes.

"You could… help me," Celeste said, quietly, before he could really think about it.

The mild irritation vanished from Patience's gaze, replaced by something else as he looked at Celeste almost warily. Almost disappointed.

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

"No… I don't know," Celeste said, confused and upset, "I don't even know what I'm asking you."

Patience sighed. "I like you, Celeste. And one of the things I like best about you is the… power dynamic we have. If you start asking for my help, like this, that balance is going to shift."

Celeste shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean…" he faltered, looking away. "I'm just… scared." His voice wavered again. He had been trying not to think about that dream, but it had occupied his thoughts nearly every day and every night since. Though Patience seemed content to dismiss Tiamat out of hand, the thought of her was terrifying to Celeste. He wanted to trust that she would be kept in Avernus, but it was hard to ignore Hanala's warning.

Patience lifted a hand, brushing loose hair out of Celeste's eyes and then cupping his cheek, making Celeste look at him again. "Hm..." he sighed. "It seems I should ask your guardian for tips… she’s obviously quite effective at frightening people."

Celeste could tell Patience was trying to cheer him up, but he couldn't bring himself to smile.

He sighed. "Tiamat is no different than any of the rest of her kin, she just has more heads. All of them chromatic. All of them boring and uninventive, all doing hardly more than chasing the base impulses of their kind. Creatures of greed and little else."

"From what I saw, she doesn't want gold. She wants to destroy everything," Celeste said. He crossed his arms over his stomach and shifted back from Patience's hand, looking away. He understood that the devil in front of him had no reason to be afraid of Tiamat, or anything for that matter, but he wished his own fears were being taken seriously.

Patience looked at him for a moment, tail swishing idly behind him as he thought, and then made a quiet noise. "What's your guardian's name?" he asked.

Celeste looked at him warily. "Why are you asking?"

"For work. If Tiamat is planning on breaking her contract, I'll need what information I can get. If your guardian has seen this, I want to have a word with her."

"… Hanala. She's a deva. Good luck getting her to talk to you, though, she doesn't like you."

"Hm, well the feeling is mutual." Patience smiled after a moment. "I still can't believe you," he said, his tone lightly teasing, again trying to lift Celeste’s mood. "You finally ask about my work and it's Tiamat. I should really be offended."

Celeste smiled slightly, despite himself. "I'm sorry, you can talk to me about work anytime, if you want to," he said, earnestly. "You can talk to me about anything."

"Well, we don't need you falling asleep right here," he replied. He paused, thoughtful, looking toward a broken window of the tavern, from which they could hear Corivier and Nyalori exclaiming in surprise about something.

"Where did you find those two?" Patience asked, after a moment.

"At The Yawning Portal, I told you," Celeste said. "We all just happened to be there and started talking and then the troll showed up and we fought it together, so Volo thought we must be friends and hired all of us to find his friend."

"Hm… Do you know what that ranger keeps in his bag?"

"The dragon? Yes. She's really cute."

Patience's eyes narrowed slightly and he sighed. "That is not simply a dragon."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not entirely sure, which I don't like. And the other one… Do you have any idea what follows her?"

Celeste shook his head, uncertain.

"Your friends have friends in high places, is all I'm saying," Patience said, carefully.

"Well… they're in good company, then," Celeste said, smiling. "I have friends in low places."

Patience laughed. "Do you trust them?"

Celeste thought about that for a moment. He was surprised at how quickly he had grown attached to Corivier and Nyalori, but truly he knew very little about them. "I don't know,” he said, eventually. “I like them, but…"

"Good. Don't trust them, not yet. Don't trust anyone, for that matter."

"I trust you."

He snorted. "That's a mistake."

"I know," Celeste murmured.

Patience looked at him for a moment. "Just keep your wits about you, my dear," he said softly. "I doubt it's a coincidence you all met that night and they have their own motives for being here. Don't let them use you." With a gentle hand on Celeste's jaw, he pulled him down so that he could stand up on his toes and lightly kiss him on the forehead.

"Come on, let's head inside, I've seen all I need to out here."

#i love how dismissive patience was about tiamat #he literally just thinks she's boring and it was so funny #celeste is like hey this dragon is coming to kill everyone i care about i think #and asmodeus is like i wish you had more interesting problems #which is so. on brand. honestly #fel's ttrpgs #dnd: tales from the dancing sea dragon #fic #oc: celeste #celeste/asmodeus

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charms-of-earth · 1 year

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My d&d game is such a sexually charged game bc we’re all so horny and comfortable with each other so its become a bit of a dating sim. My character, Seta, is a changeling ranger who replaced a prince when he wandered into the woods as a very young child. A hag (a green hag I think) was behind it all and who knows what plans she had for Seta and the real prince of Vinia, Julian.

So, Seta saved his childhood crush a few sessions back (Jasper) and there’s been sexual tension between the two of them since then, and then we went into the Fey Wilds to rescue Julian and since then there’s been sexual tension between him and Seta as well bc its like, would you fuck yourself if you got the chance? Also, Julian argued that Seta could have looked like anyone for all these years and chose to look like Julian because he wants him, but in reality he wants to BE him. He’s never felt like he belonged anywhere because of his nature as a fey creature and his wanderlust.

So recently, we rescued a guy who has been stuck in a wax golem suit for months (years?) and his soul was all that remained. We were given a gem from a dragon’s hoard for something else that we didn’t end up needing it for that could give someone a body made of whatever it touched after doing a little ritual. So, Seta touched the gem after placing it in the suit, which meant that the guy (Slaine) was now a changeling because it didn’t just matter what substance touched the gem (flesh) but who exactly touched it.

So now, we have this guy following us around the city who’s going to help us fight this giant monster who claims to be a hero of the city from before the big disaster that hit the city that wiped out most of the population. And that’s not even the best part. He starts flirting with Seta for some reason despite there being two other guys who are vying for Seta’s attention.

Seta is not good with relationships, he tries to avoid them if possible, but he can get a little blinded if someone is paying him a lot of attention and compliments so it’s only a matter of time before Jasper and Julian notice what Slaine is doing and there’s going to be drama.

I really like shipping Slaine and Seta though bc they’re both changelings so they can both look like anyone they’ve seen and be whatever sex they wanted. I think that holds a lot of potential for really steamy roleplays and really good smut that I could write. It’s great for other reasons too of course, but like I said, my d&d group is really horny and also really gay.

I haven’t revealed this to the other players yet, but Seta is going to have a moment where he realizes that he doesn’t have to look like Julian anymore, the hag is dead and the kingdom is in ruins and he no obligations to anyone. He’ll find the right person and get their permission to look like them (preferably someone who he knows only in passing) and be someone else! So, he’s kinda trans because he’s not going to choose someone male. Yay for d&d characters transitioning! If only it was that easy in real life. That would 100% be my super power. The ability to shapeshift into whoever I wanted.

#5e d&d #d&d #d&d shenanigans #d&d story #d&d shitpost #gay dnd #gay #transgender #nonbinary

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sunnidaydreamer · 2 years

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Flame and Flower

CW: OCs(if y’all don’t like that) OC x Canon(eventual, again if y’all don’t like that)

Characters: Volga, Silva(OC), Lizalfos and Dinolfos

Tags: In between bits

Summary: In between and worldbuilding bits that I couldn’t find a proper place for.

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Teeth

One of the first things Silva learned while staying in the caves was to never smile with teeth. She made that mistake early, trying to make herself seem friendly.

A little Lizalfos came up to her, tilting her little head, and Silva smiled at her.

The little one ran with a frightened cry, her father charging Silva.

Silva screamed, but before she was slain, Volga came to stand between them.

“What did she do?”

“Sshe threatened Scylla!”

“How?”

“Teeeth!” The Dinolfos hissed.

Volga turned to her. “Is it true? You showed teeth?”

“W-well I- yes, but I was smiling!”

“Calm yourself, Ormarr, she meant no threat. She didn’t know to not show teeth. Humans show teeth when smiling.”

“Humanss threaten when smile?” Now he was just confused.

“No, Ormarr, they don’t see teeth from other humans as a threat.”

“Oh,” The Dinolfos walked away, but not before glaring at Silva.

“Watch yourself.” Was all Volga said before leaving.

Silva was left shaking where she stood.

The Festival of Bliss

In spring Silva watched as several young adult dragonfolk left the caves, going on what Melusine called ‘a journey of self discovery’.

Normally they would return, and reintegrate into the tribe, but this journey sometimes led to them leaving for other tribes, or starting their own tribe.

Before they left there was a big feast, and wrestling between the young adults and their elders. There was some sparring and dueling, and stories and games for the littlest of the tribe.

Tanit said it was the Festival of Bliss, and the bliss came from becoming adults.

A majority of the young adults would return to join the tribe as full adults, but some didn’t or who returned only to say they weren’t going to stay.

The worst was the news that hunters had slain a few. Revenge was taken where possible, but for at least one it wasn’t.

The tribe mourned as one.

Amourta

In April Silva watched as the tribe acted strangely, or at least, strangely to her.

They were pairing off, sometimes more than one at a time, going into dens and staying there.

What was going on? They seemed more… lovey than usual.

“Um… Melusine?” She asked quickly before the Lizalfos could get away. A few feet away, waiting for her, was her mate, Tanit. “What’s going on?”

“Is Amourta. Time of Love.”

“Oh! Oh, I see! Thanks for letting me know.” Silva smiled bashfully and waved at her as she went to her mate.

Amourta, the Time of Love. So a dragonfolk version of Valentine's Day? That’s what it sounded like.

It made her wonder; did Volga have a sweetheart?

He did go into a den with someone, a Lizalfos if she was correct. But… he also went with a Dinolfos… and a couple of Lizalfos…

Wait. Was he? Could he be?

Silva wouldn’t judge. They were his tribe, if he wanted to share their beds he was allowed. She just didn’t know he was like that. Not that there was anything wrong with it.

She shook her head. She was getting a headache.

What Volga did was his business.

Shine

Yes, it was true: dragons loved shiny things.

Gold, jewelry, gemstones, and rupees, dragons loved them all. They collected them in hoards of varying sizes, loving to look at the glimmer.

Every dragon, and dragonkin, was different. A Dinolfos might scurry away with armfuls of rupees, while an Aeralfos might snatch away golden jewelry for their hoard.

Volga was no different. He had a hoard that, so far, took up three chests. They overflowed with gold coins from other countries, given to him by Lixue, cut gems, and rupees. There was jewelry like necklaces, rings, and bracelets. Even fine fabrics, shiny and silky, kept in good condition.

All of Volga’s hoard was either gifted or obtained when he left for the Gathering.

But there were a few things he’d inherited.

Several pendants, including an enchanted sapphire on a silver chain. It was a gift from Volga’s father to his mother, the gem enchanted with protective spells.

His mother had worn it whenever they left the cave, putting it safely away when they were inside.

It was special, it had its own box and was kept in a separate chest with a few other things.

Silva noticed his love of shiny things, but also that it wasn’t as intense as it was said for dragons to be. She’d heard they were obsessed, that they would drop what they were doing to either steal or barter for whatever caught their eyes.

Sometimes there were traveling merchants that came to the village, usually on the way to barter with the Gorons. Occasionally, they would find the hidden village or know of it from encountering the village's own traveling merchant, Silva’s father.

A merchant found their way to the village one day, coming back after seeing the Gorons. They had a large stock of jewelry, and uncut and cut gems.

Silva idly browsed, impressed by the large inventory. The merchant had a large group of guards, and Silva could see why.

Then a piece caught her eye.

Well, not so much a piece of jewelry, but a piece of cut ruby.

It wasn’t large, but Goddesses it was shiny and pretty. She couldn’t help but stare.

“Like that one, eh? Two hundred and ten, and it’s yours.”

Two hundred and ten? Could she justify that? For a decorative piece?

But if she didn’t buy it now, it might not be there later, whether because someone else bought it or because the merchant left.

“Alright.” Silva pulled out her money pouch.

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Volga was wondering what was taking Silva so long in the village. It wasn’t a work day, so that wasn’t keeping her.

It wasn’t until near sundown that she returned.

“Volga? I have something for you.” She had her hands behind her back, a smile on her face.

“What is it?” He walked closer.

“Ta-da!” She brought her hands around, a wrapped parcel in them. “It’s for you.”

Volga was stunned. “A gift?”

She held it out encouragingly. Volga raised an eyebrow, but reached out and took the package.

He opened it slowly, suddenly stopping, eyes wide. Volga resumed opening the package, the wrapping falling to the ground.

He held it up, eyes shining.

“Where did you get this?” Volga turned it over in his hands, examining it from every angle.

It was emerald cut, about the size of his palm.

“A merchant came to the village, they had just been to see the Gorons, and decided to stop by the village to see if they could make any sales.” Silva walked over, peeking at the shining gem in his hands. “I take it you like it.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He looked at her, a smile on his lips.

Volga left then, likely to add the gem to his hoard.

Silva stood there with a smile of her own, happy that he liked her gift.

Hunger

One thing that Silva noticed right away was the Dragon tribe's food intake.

Each member could have half a deer to a full deer to themselves and only then be satisfied. Only the hatchlings seemed exempt from this, eating smaller portions, but they were still larger than a human man's meal size.

Silva felt out of place with her smaller meals, content with a plateful.

Volga on the other hand…

He had to have a deer to himself, roasted by his fire breath, tearing into flesh with sharp teeth.

Once Silva introduced cooked meat to the tribe they took to each cooking their meals, those that wanted cooked food at least.

Silva also noted that Volga ate more frequently then the rest, often stopping into the kitchen area for a snack, or in some cases, an outright small meal.

Silva wondered if he burned more calories than the others. She knew he patrolled often, and trained often with the others.

She knew that predators needed quite a few calories, and though it felt strange to refer to him as such, dragons were predators.

Daily hunting parties went out, bringing back larger prey, but sometimes smaller game like rabbits, quail, and other things.

As Silva grew closer to the tribe she was often offered food; small chunks of meat were cut off and offered to her by the members she was closest to.

She heard sometimes how could she survive on such little food.

It made sense, she supposed, that they wouldn’t understand. She was human, and they’d never had a human among them.

Every day felt like a feast with the tribe, and Silva was fine with that.

#playing with fire #hyrule warriors #volga #the legend of zelda

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valkyrie-of-the-rising-sun · 1 year

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Jasper, Opal, Dragon Stone, 🍎, 🍉,⌛️ , ✨, Orion and Artemis? for the like 3 ask games you reblogged lol.

Lol I was bored and wanted some interactions. Cut me some slack XD

Jasper ➵ Who is their best friend, if they have one? For Orion, I'd say their closest friend is Victoria who later became their significant other, followed by (in no particular order) Adrienn, Taka, Saphira, Cain, Titania and Hardy.

Artemis... is a quite a fair bit more difficult to answer. Because she cherishes them all the same. It's literally impossible for her to pick a "best friend" out of her existing friend group lol. Though, if you meant her closest confidante(s) that isn't a Pokemon... I'd say Melia, Aelita and Erin.

Opal ➵What hobbies do they have? Orion: Playing music (they're quite adept at the piano and guitar), hiking, hanging out with their friends, and occasionally indulging in public music performances.

Artemis: Drawing, coming up with new custom moves, singing (when she's alone), reading, riding on her Corviknight, napping on trees (the giant sakura tree in Sheridan Village is her favourite spot) and stargazing.

Dragon Stone ➵ Do they collect things? Short answer: yes. Long answer: yes, they do have the instinct to hoard stuff because of their spirit Pokemon's influence. And you guessed it: both of them have dragon spirit Pokemon (Artemis's is a bit of a stretch since it's not even a dragon-type; it just looks like a dragon) XD

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else? For Orion, it depends on when you ask them this question. If you were to ask them this before or during the maingame, they'll tell you it's Artemis without blinking an eye. However, if you were to repeat the same question during the postgame, they'll say it's Victoria and Artemis.

For Artemis, it's her friends and found family. Without question. She's the type who will gladly destroy the world if it meant keeping them safe and alive, and boy does it addresses some really uncomfortable issues about her mental health...

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave? Both of them? Their pasts in the real world. Barring a few things, it's a very touchy subject for them and they would rather pretend that it never happened in the first place.

⌛ If your OC had the power to change one thing from their past, what would they change, and why? Would changing their past benefit them in someway? Or would they leave things as they are now? Orion probably wouldn't change a thing since their journey did change them and their life for the better overall, except that they'll want to take Artemis with them when they were first summoned into Reborn. Even though it was a shit place to be in at the time. Because they know it'll turn for the better, and in the end it's the one place they knew Artemis would be happy in.

Okay, this is literally the story of Artemis/Hauyne's life as an Interceptor. She had the knowledge of what's happening and she tried to use this to change things for the better, but hooboy did it backfire pretty horribly at times. So, no. She wouldn't change anything, because she learnt her lesson about being too arrogant and thinking you're above consequences.

✨ What is your OC's favorite holiday, and why? Do they change how they present themselves, appearance and personality-wise? Or do they stay the same? Does this holiday hold some important meaning to them? Or does it just give them an excuse to party or be different? Orion's favourite holiday is a tie between Christmas and Halloween. They just like having fun with friends, without having to keep up a dignified appearance for their Champion's public image.

Artemis isn't particularly fond of any holidays because of her spending much of her life in isolation and solitude, though one that she hates the least is New Years' Eve. Mostly because it was tradition for her grandfather to prepare a special meal - one that she's extremely fond of - on that night, to celebrate the coming of the new year.

#ask answers #ty for the ask!#interceptor oc: hauyne #reborn oc: orion

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totally-original-artist · 2 years

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Why I eat Loaches

Back when I first started playing genshin, I was beyond amazed. It being the first open world rpg i played (well second but school of dragons has really shitty graphics so it doesn't count) there was no way not to be captivated. But, there was just 1 thing missing. No matter who I played with, I didn't have fun. I rolled Klee, and I raised her, simply because she was a 5*, but i must admit, I didn't enjoy playing as her. Just as I was about to quit genshin, seeing as I wasn't having fun anymore, he came.

Zhongli.

The first man in my life to take my heart, the way he walked, the way he spoke, the way he was so broke he had to borrow money from a homeless teen, it all just HIT me you know? I wanted him, no, I needed him. So I tried, over and over again, used up every last primo i had, and what did i get? QIQI! I was absolutely devastated. However, through some form of miracle, he came home.

Finally after all these months I truly had a reason to continue playing genshin. No matter that he was weak back then, I was too smitten to care. His golden eyes, they shined like the sun itself had split in two and had taken refuge in his eye sockets. His rear end, oh so captivating, I could spend days staring at it and it still wouldn't be enough for me to truly grasp its beauty. Oh and he's God too which is OK I guess. There was no way I was letting this man be single, and so, we started dating.

One day while scouring the soils of Teyvat I came across something peculiar. A loach.

Now, we call it an axolotl so I'm sure you understand why I was flabbergasted, but after further research I managed to obtain a pearl, and that's where my journey began. I went through my map, searching high and low and finally came into possession of 15 loach pearls. Of course the first person I showed them to was Zhongli, after all, he knew a great deal about rocks. Or so I thought.

Turns out "pearls aren't minerals...they aren't rocks." Which was disappointing but I didn't care, they looked too beautiful and I really really wanted more. Something was just telling me to grab them. The loaches were practically begging to be grabbed! However, despite these feelings I had to let go, I had too many children to feed, and providing financial support for my husband meant I didn't have nearly enough time to myself.

Eventually the Dragonspine update rolled around, everyone was excited. Finally, a new area to explore! Gone were the days spent running across Liyue and Mondstadt hoping to find a stray seelie or a buried chest! But right before the game was updated, there was a rumor going around. An item in Dragonspine would use Loach pearls. Naturally I felt the need to hoard as many as I could, but I'll admit it was a struggle for I wasn't the only one who heard this rumor. People were risking life and limb just to get at least 1k pearls before Dragonspine released, I have to admit, this is when my hoarding nature truly came to light.

But, as you're aware, when Dragonspine was released, Loaches came to be useless. I was beyond disappointed! No need to worry though, I managed to pull myself back together and decided to invest my time with collecting primos. Eventually, Inazuma came next, followed by the One and Oni Itto! As soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew I had to have him as well. His goofy personality, the way he carried himself with confidence and how he flaunted the fact that he beat a kid in rock paper scissors and stole his candy, everything about him just screamed HIMBO. He seemed to be the exact opposite of Zhongli, except for the broke part.

At first I thought Zhongli might not take it well that I brought another man home, but he seemed to be preoccupied with osmanthus wine and those who shared the memories so I took it that he's indifferent. I supposed being really fucking old means he probably saw stuff like this often. In any case, Itto didn't mind either, he was more interested in beating people up with a giant corn dog, which, surprisingly, wasn't the weirdest thing I've seen in this game. I think he sorta grew on Zhongli? His wet dog personality can be really contagious if you're not careful.

In any case, just to be safe, I decided to give each of them an equal amount of pearls(1K each) to show that I loved them both equally. Why pearls you might ask? How could I not! They look absolutely spectacular! The shine on them, the color, not too pale and not too dark, and you should know how smooth they are! They are a million times better than those...pale...overgrown...Sango pearls, you can't even see your reflection on them! What's the point?!

But do you know what someone in na-coop said to me? "LoL it's useless, you'll get bored after 500 kekw" Hence, I decided to get 5k pearls, purely out of spite. This meant 2.5k pearls for each of my beloved husbands.

While on my journey to acquire the gifts needed to please them, Ayato was released. I didn't pay too much attention to him at first but after seeing him? Ohhhh it was love at first sight! His elegant outfit, the overall blue color pallet, the birthmark below his lip and oh how I wanted him on a leash. He reminded me a lot of Zhongli to tell you the truth, except he wasn't broke. I gave in to my cravings and got him.

Once again, there was the problem of introducing him to the other two. Two husbands was a lot already, but three?!?! Luckily, I didn't have to worry too long. As soon as they saw his wealth, the both of them immediately accepted him into the family. But while this issue was solved, another arose, what about the pearls?? Obviously 5k could not be split into three sections? What would I have to do? Then it hit me, the loach pearl cap is 9999, and 9999/3 is 3.3k each! That's it!

And so, I decided that from this day onwards, no matter what, I will cap loach pearls! For LOVE!

#Genshin Impact #Zhongli #kamisato ayato #arataki itto #genshin crack #fluff #i need to get a life #this isn’t even a fic I’m just ranting

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Chook & Sosig Walk the Plank | Part 2

The Adventurer's Log

Part 2 and finale x2. Yes twice.

I left off last time needing to find some ink for a pen to give to Cow to write a calming poem to placate a seagull. I love the sentences games can make you write.

I wasn't quite sure at first where to get ink but then I remembered there was a mounted squid at the Adventurer's Guild. Sure enough, I was able to, er, stab the pen into it and that got me the ink. Ick.

I had one more thing I wanted to do before I brought Cow the inky pen and that was show the parrot to everyone! Mostly everyone commented on how angry and/or bitey he seemed. However, the goblin at the bottle mail centre was properly appreciative.

Sky goblin <3.

Then I back to the Sea Shrine to see Cow and get the poem.

He mentioned before he'd turned some of his marketing spiels into poetry instead and I suspect something like that happened here, but we never get to get any even snippets of the poem he wrote for our angry seagull and I'm disappointed in that. Even just a line or two of seemingly terrible poetry? No? No.

It did work on the seagull though who fell asleep. Or maybe it was that boring. Either way I got the bit of flyer from it which had the location of the Haunted Cove, location of the treasure, so off I went.

It was quickly exciting because I found a dragon!

Hebble found his dragon model and as the rest of the players were fine with this Exley just has to have a dragon in his setting.

The dragon had a shovel head, I couldn't seem to talk to the dragon yet until I'd gone further in and found a cave with a good ol' X marking the spot and a pole. I grabbed the pole and then I don't know if that changed things or if I'd been clicking the wrong space, but then I was able to talk to dragon. It had decided to make a new hoard of shovels. Gold and such is just so common. However, they were willing to give it to me if I could find something else rare to start a new hoard with.

Cow's shop back at Cape Codnapper had been selling Galaxy Princess Dolls that seemed good and hoardable. So I went back there, and along the way discovered that the chalk drawing that had been there had had more added... Just an observation for now.

As for Cow and the Galaxy Princess Doll he had only ever found one and sold it already. To waitstaff Hebble at the tavern as it turns out, so off I went again.

Of course Hebble wasn't willing to just give up the doll but Barkeep Cow hated it because Hebble was just using it for internet clout and getting even less work done than usual. So, he had Sosig put a dislike on his latest Galaxy Princess Doll post to make him give up on the whole thing because he's all about that praise.

Very silly but it worked. Hebble moved on to other things and let me have the doll.

The dragon was happy with the doll and I was able to combine the pole and the shovel head back into its proper shovel-y form and dig up at that X. Chest time! We're a real pirate now!

Of course the chest was being guarded by a Min ghost who was buried and cursed to guard this chest until her head is returned. As a psychic in life her skull would have a third eye. These players really like putting themselves into their characters... If I could bring her skull back to her she'd be able to leave.

I knew that skull. It was back to Cape Codnapper and Fortune-teller (attemped) Hebble again. He was trying all sorts of other divination tactics including tea leaf reading, which netted me the used up tea leaves. None of it was working. He was willing to give me the skull but only if I could make him a potion that would enhance his psychic abilities, or y'know, maybe give him some at all. He gave me a recipe and the bottle to put it in and it was time to go again.

This is where I did not realize something and that led to me getting stuck for a bit. You're meant to click each of the images to be told what they are. I didn't realize you could click on them and just went based off what I saw.

I knew the pot was likely the goblin soup - it was.

I guessed the spirit in a bottle may be one of the cocktails at the tavern. There was skeleton rum that seemed like it would fit the bill. I was right about that and having 'stolen' a dragon's hoard I was proven hero enough to be able to buy cocktails and was able to get that.

At first I thought the stones were like runestones, so I tried going back to the Forsaken Atoll to talk to Viking Min. No such luck.

I found the mushrooms in the Haunted Cove, but I couldn't take them because Sosig didn't know what they were and didn't want to go around picking up strange unknown mushrooms. While I glared at the recipe going look, look! Also your an adventure game protagonist; pick up all the things!

Thinking maybe those weren't the right mushrooms despite appearances I went to the goblins and was able to add the rum and as it turned out, the tea leaves. Ah, the stones and card were showing that I needed a divination related item. Which I confirmed later when actually checking the images.

I still didn't know what to do and ended up part way through another quest line. See, I decided to talk to Chook and get a hint and was told about steam being needed to power a place on the Secret Reef. As it turned out the baby seagull that had been nesting in Fortune-teller Hebble's kettle had left leaving the kettle free for the taking.

I took it and went to the Secret Reef and put it on the stove finally putting the lit fire and dripping tap to use. It made steam, powering a contraption that then opened a shower curtain revealing the Fabulous Mermaid.

Hebble again. Hebble just grabbing up all the roles.

This character had found a way to the Sea Goddess and was granted a wish to become a mermaid. Unfortunately for him, he's just not getting visitors and wants more. He's gotta show off and get attention. So, he gave me posters to put up in return for information on the Sea Goddess' location. I needed to put them up at the Goblin Isle, the tavern and Cow's shop.

I got the ones done at Goblin Isle and Cow's shop done just fine, but got stuck on the one at the tavern because it needed to go on the bulletin board but would cover Barkeep Cow's poster which had a picture of him on it and Cow didn't want that. So I needed to figure out a way to deal with that and was unsuccessful at that moment.

However, while getting the poster done at Codnapper I had to talk to Fortune-teller Hebble again and that led me to looking at the recipe once more while I was there anyway and then I discovered I could examine the pictures which informed me of the mushrooms, which I could then go get and finally make that potion and get the skull.

Side rant: I'm kind of irked at that recipe situation. A puzzle's rules should be consistent. Why was I allowed to add the rum and tea leaves without examining the images first for confirmation? Those images were a lot more abstract than the mushrooms which were exactly the same as their respective image, but I couldn't even take them. It should have either let me take everything but not be able to add them to the pot without checking the recipe images individually or let me be able to figure it out solely based on the imagery as I did. This mix was just frustrating, especially with the most obvious item being the one that was the problem, and it felt like being punished for taking the harder route.

Okay, back to business.

I brought Min's skull back thus freeing her from being bound to chest protection duty, leaving Sosig free to loot!

Mmm Multi Meow brand cat food. Sosig's favourite.

And it turned out that was one of two endings. I got more player chat in which Exley revealed he had a different treasure planned for each of them. Chook kind of mocked Sosig's tastes, but he just loooves Multi Meow. And so I got credits!

BUT

I wanted to get the Sea Goddess ending, so I reloaded right before bringing Min back her skull and set off again.

I still needed to work out that poster so I went back and tried things and it turned out I needed to put the poster on the board and then use the scissors to cut the face out so that Cow's face would still show. That was enough to keep him happy.

Reporting back to Mermaid Hebble had him giving me the location of the Sea Goddess' island. But when trying to get close a fog would rise and I'd be shoved out.

So I went back to Viking Min to finally get some more info out of her. She had been putting together a special figurehead along with a hagstone (rock with a hole in the middle) that would allow a ship to see clearly and pass through the fog. However, she hadn't finished the figurehead nor found a hagstone, I'd need a chisel -- she dropped one in a lobster pot that needed a winch to get it back up -- and the hagstone.

I tried to go for the chisel, but the cord for the winch was missing, so I also needed to find something for that too. After a bit of looking I found rope at the Secret Reef. I don't know if it newly appeared or if I just missed it before. Either way I got the chisel up and was able to finish the figurehead.

It took me a little more wandering and checking beaches for the hagstone before I landed back at the Adventurer's Guild where I was then reminded of a stone tablet and Hebble's mini office cannon... Which I had played with before and it would shoot at said stone tablet--simply didn't have enough force. I talked to Hebble about it and discovered it had a higher powered mode that was voice activated but Hebble refused to use it.

I kind of stumbled on this solution by accident. I was showing the parrot again as you do and that led to my parrot mimicking his voice and so having learned it, I was able to use him with the cannon to activate it.

And blam! One newly made hagstone for me. I took it back to the figurehead and was ready to go. The fog was no longer a problem and I landed at the Undersea Palace.

Along the way down the stairs I found various secretive clams of a tight lipped variety. And at the bottom...

Sea Goddess Hebble. Taking. Every. Role.

Cow wanted that role, but Hebble beat him to it. Exley seems perpetually exasperated. Min is clearly not doing a great job of keeping Hebble in line.

Anyway, I got some conversation with the Sea Goddess and found out he imprisoned his advisor that came with the job because he was trying to make him do work like taking people's prayers and wishes. The horrors.

Poor goblin. I had a chat with him too and found out there was some kind of problem at the bottle mail centre, presumably caused by the Sea Goddess, so the wishes weren't coming in. He's also hungry and would really like some meat.

The tavern has loads of meat and a meat eating contest, though that's only on Mondays and it's Friday. Still, it was something to keep in mind. But, I first went to check out the bottle mail centre.

Goblin Queen Min told me to talk to the goblin with the bottle who was supposed to be in charge of the deliveries, but something had gone wrong. Talking to the goblin I found out that the weathervane used to guide mail to the Sea Palace was broken. It needed a pearl from the Sea Palace itself to be able to find the way. I'm gonna assume one of those clams has a pearl I could get for him. Very subtle work, Sea Goddes Hebble.

I was correct. And I could have gotten the pearl earlier. I just needed to use the chisel to open the clams until I found the right one. Easy peasy, except Sosig got a case of butterfingers and dropped the pearl into the coral. Not a problem either; some of the coral bits had bubbles coming out and could be squeezed to cause other bits to expel their stuff. I just had to move the pearl along until it got shot back out onto the ground.

I was able to fix the weathervane, so the mail was up and running again. When I went back to the Undersea Palace there were bottles everywhere, which Hebble was stalwartly trying to ignore except for some fanart and fanfic. Gotta keep stroking that ego. There was also a threatening letter though... something to do with fish, stinky dead fish.

I still needed to get some meat for the poor goblin. I ended up checking back at Codnapper again to discover that expanding chalk drawing had expanded all the way to Chook, who was the one who had been drawing it. She was done and gave me the chalk and then I knew immediately what to do:

Change the date on the meat contest chalkboard at the tavern to Friday. Bring on the meat!

I brought the meat back to the very relieved goblin who would be happy to offer me his secretarial duties now.

I wasn't entirely sure where to go from here, but in the end more searching around the bottles had me find the threatening letter. It was from someone who wanted to send fermented fish as part of a viking ritual in honour of the Sea Goddess.

Obviously that had to have come from Viking Min and when I went back there was a indeed a big ol' bucket o' fish waiting.

Stinky smelly fish. Min would only send them once she was assured the letter had been received by the Sea Goddess, so back I went again. The goblin was only too happy to stamp the letter to verify it had been seen and received.

Min accepted it and off went the fish! And I was automatically sent back to the Sea Palace to see the results.

Fish, fish everywhere. There were still some fish drifting down as well... Sea Goddess Hebble was horrified and wanted nothing to do with this and gave up the job, relinquishing the throne to none other than Sosig!

Victory! Sea Goddess Sosig and a freed goblin advisor/secretary!

And some more banter back around the table.

Hebble had to concede defeat. Chook offered her services as advisor. Cow though that'd be fun too. I love that the dragon figure appeared on the table too after the earlier shenanigans.

Party time for future sessions!

And that's the other ending! All done now!

The end!

Time: 2:52

Final Thoughts

In general it was a fun, chill, breezy sort of game. For the most part I found it fairly easy and where I did have some hiccups they didn't last too long. Plus there's the hint system through Chook if you do need a little extra nudge.

I enjoyed the framing device and setting. It was entertaining to see which characters the players made too while running into them in different places and situations and also what they retained from themselves--quite a lot in general. They might not be the best actors but they're having a good time.

There were some things I would have liked to see more results of like the poem, but this was also, by my understanding, a one-person endeavour, so there's only going to be so much that can reasonably be done. More of a 'it would have been nice, but' kind of want.

I also really liked the art, especially the background art. It's a lovely charming looking game. And there were a few extra things to look at that were more for flavour than any puzzle solutions, and I do always appreciate the extras.

Just a nice 2-3 hours with some fun humour.

#chook & sosig walk the plank #chooksosig_log #adventure games

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xthetravelerx · 1 year

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I've been meaning to work on my writing again. It used to be something so important to me and now I can barely string together a sentence so here goes:

You're like a demon. Some days I'm convinced you're not here and I'm in control of myself. I hate that time frame when things are good and I'm okay and happy and healthy and then you suck me from the conscious realm of the living. You drag me deep down inside myself and take over. You possess me fully, in the dark hours of the night when all I want to do is sleep.

Or all I want is you.

It's been too goddamn long and I still can't scrape the taste of you out of my mouth.

Crazy how I can say that and never have kissed you. Never have tasted you but by gods I want to fill your mouth with my name.

I've changed. I've chased a calling and found myself. What I found wasn't good but I still had to look it in the eye. And there was no fighting it. No erasing it. But instead I held her hand and became her friend. She is my darkness and I am her light and we coexist in a violent but oh so good way.

I feel like smoke. I breathe like the wind. I move like lava, slow and oh so consuming. I'm not who I was. I'm everything I tried not to be now. And maybe that is what happened. I tortured myself everyday by trying to be something for you, a nature other than what I was. I was playing by a certain set of rules, just the wrong game.

I have a dragon mindset. I curl around the pretty things I love. I destroy anything that comes near them. Some people call me their guardian angel. Some put their fingers to my throat and whisper against my lips that I'm the demon that keeps them up at night.

I take pride in that now. I realize it isn't that I love violently. It is that I love in a way that speaks consumption of another.

My friend knows this when we go out. That when I wrap my arms around her waist and breathe her in, I am not seeking her heart and soul. I'm seeking comfort that she's safe. I am establishing dominance over her well being while she's in my care. (wild I know, her husband knows that I would kill for her).

Perhaps that's what I wanted from you. To be the darkness you lean into when you're afraid. Unsure. Seeking a safe haven from even your thoughts. But the distance twisted the words, made it impossible to explain.

I don't think you love me. I think I offered you exactly what I offered to others except we didn't get a chance to explore that feeling face to face.

I used to dream about you. About picking you up and wrapping you around me and purring and burrowing into you. Offering you affection and safety and feeling the tension bleed from your shoulders as you gave into me knowing I'd keep you safe. That you're home in my arms.

I am that for many people and it's what feeds my soul. It makes me happy.

I don't think I'm coming back this time. Please understand why. It isn't you. It isn't that I don't want you. It's because I don't think we're capable of this friendship when I am so possessive and hungry to provide and I can't.

And I don't think you know how to accept that part of me. The part of me that wants to sink my claws in deep and parade you around and warn people they can't touch.

I don't think the way we are, our natures, were meant to collide in the ways we wanted them to.

But if I were to see you there's no stopping me. I know that. I'm going to want you. To steal you and have you and hoard you away from humanity because you're mine mine mine and I can't do that.

It's dangerous.

Yet I'm okay with that. That's the bad part.

I am selfish. I've leaned more into it now. I'm simply selfish with a moral compass. I'm everything I told you I didn't want to be. Everything I fought so hard to avoid so that I could be perfect for you. I'm not sorry about it.

I've leaned into my practice and found out exactly what I am. I apologize you had to endure me while I learned that.

I would say I hope we meet again some day but in truth? I hope we don't. I hope you steer clear of me. I hope you never see my face with your own two eyes. I hope you don't see me in public or ever. I hope I never see you face to face.

Because if I do. If I taste you in the air or hear that voice that's it for me. I don't know what this means but I won't fucking stop until I ruin you for anyone else. I love the ones I have close to me, and while i call them mine I know they're not. I don't own them. But i care for them like prized possessions. I feed their soul and water their ambition and cultivate their hearts the best I can. I love them.

But you? I'll want to own you and I don't care who I have to cut down to get it. Get you under me. On me. In me. What ever it takes.

I hope your life knows peace and not the chaos I would bring into it.

I pray you steer clear of me.

#it feels good to get this off my chest #i'm not the same person i used to be #i'm okay with that.

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jeonshookith · 3 years

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Continuation of all of the jikook fics I have saved in my phone tabs (2/2)

if you see a reoccurring theme no you don’t

these are all so so good and a majority of them are chaptered or longer one shots since i don’t like reading shorter fics!!

99% of them are completed

these are in no particular order, just as they are opened in my tabs

i did not write any of these fics. i am not claiming ownership.

these are ALL ao3 links

view the list of part 1: here

Alpha’s Promise

When You Come Back

If The Shoe Fits

first of many (my one and only)

stay for the storm (if you can take it)

under the moonlight (we were meant to be). -unfinished as of 01/12/2021. this fic hasnt been updated in like 9 months. good read so far though. 1/?

a touch of sin

Surreptitious

time slip

On Your Team

Registered Alpha

Pink Lemonades, Tattoos, And I Love You’s -ngl, probably going to re-read this one tonight sljsksk

There’s Something About You...

but it would look even better on my floor

Like one of your French Girls

The Scent of lemons

The Blind Date

Boxing the Stars

kissed the canvas

country road, take me home

Shower Boy

power & control

Gracious Love

goldspun

beg for it, die for it

All that you are

I might just fall apart

A Rare Vintage

flowers in the snow

All Over Again

The Beach House

in the mountains

cross my heart

Play my game (not my heart)

Park Jimin’s Guide to Taming a Beast

throw roses in the rain

Strong Enough (from his head down to his toes)

(cup of milk) let’s rock n’ roll

A Dragon’s Hoard

We Are Songs Waiting to Be Heard

watch me burn

Bruises Fade

taste the sun

Make Me Beg

Today, Tomorrow, Forever

sweet pea

(You Got Me Feeling Like) A Psycho, Psycho

blooming season

Animalis: The Bunny in a Pride

The Moon Festival

everything you do (i want to do it with you)

Sweet Kitten -incomplete as of 01/12/2021. this author updates regularly-ish! a good read tbh. i love Peace. 12/? so far.

Knot your Omega - The Sequel

The guy next door

golden eyes

the magical purveyor of sexy sentence structure

diss track #13

no cameras catch my pagent smile

Gris

chanel sweaters and worn-in hoodies

good in bed (peoase come take it out on me)

the best alpha

Feel Alive

To be ordinary is to have a target on your back

Quenching Cravings

baby you’re the boss at home

The Answer Is Already There

Run Into Sin

dark water

Lay the Ghost

Sunflower -incomplete as of 01/12/2021. the author hasn’t updated in a year and i need more 😭 4/5 so far.

Fake Love

Wow. That’s it. I really thought I had to make a third part! Now that I have written all of these down I can delete my tabs and start over again!! Muhahahaha!

I need a social life

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demonicheadcanons · 3 years

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hey, hi, I just read a thing you wrote about the golden trio reacting to the m/c having a kid that looks and acts like them, would it be okay to ask if you could do that but with mammon, leviathan and belphie please ?

AN: I’m honestly amazed anyone really paid attention to that request, I didn’t do a very good job of it. Nonetheless, let’s get to it! Sorry for taking so long with this <3

Previous request is here if anyone’s curious!

Reminder: The kid looks and acts like the brothers, but is not their child.

Mammon

- You had already been told Mammon would be the one to take care of you when you were able to explain to Diavolo that you had a kid and you couldn’t just leave them alone.

- The second he summons your kid, everyone in the room freezes. Asmo starts cackling, and Lucifer’s face has gone dark. Before you can ask for an explanation, you get one; Mammon storms into the room and doesn’t notice the child clinging to your legs until he’s leaning over you and yelling about something or other.

- He locks eyes with your kid and goes as still as a statue. The little one has fluffy white hair, just like him, and they’re glaring up at him with big blue eyes as they tug at you to pull you away from him. He looks up at Lucifer, pleading for him to help in some way, and Lucifer glares back coldly.

- Mammon is quiet when he escorts you and the kid back to the House of Lamentation. Your child keeps pulling faces at him and trying to pull you away, forcing you to keep a distance from Mammon. He glares back at them and sticks out his tongue, and you catch him just in time.

- “Don’t be like that. They’re not your kid,” you sigh. “Of course they’re going to be wary of you, we’ve just been pulled from our home down here with no explanation and threatened for not being happy about it.”

- Mammon softens up after that. He doesn’t abandon you so quickly and is more reliably by your side. He also ends up teaming up with your child; they have a plan to keep you from getting close to any of the other brothers, so that you’ll have more time to spend with the two of them.

- Its quite cute, really - the two of them end up spending a lot of their time together. You’ve walked in multiple times to find the two asleep, your kid leaning against Mammon as he keeps an arm around them protectively, even in his sleep.

- Overall, Mammon is wary at first but quickly befriends your kid, and by Diavolo is he going to stick up for them. No one even gets the chance to touch a hair on their head before he’s there and protecting them with his wings. His crows keep an eye on them at all times. If someone insults them... well, they won’t in future. No one has even seen Mammon quite so threatening, except when he was sticking up for his brothers.

- Bonus: The two have a sort of dragon’s hoard stashed away, with gems, coins, etc. Mammon finds that he doesn’t want to spend as much as he wants to hoard it, now, and so many people give your kid gifts and such or don’t suspect that they’re the one going around the house and taking little trinkets and such to bring back to Mammon.

Leviathan

- Listen. The last thing he was expecting when he confronted Mammon about stealing was to catch sight of this nervous little kid hiding firmly behind you, only glancing out at him once before burying their face into the back of your legs and staying there. They seem flustered when you pick them up and hold them tight against your chest, glaring at Levi hard enough that he almost feels guilty.

- He gets distracted and Mammon runs off as usual, leaving Levi to clear things up - no one knew if it was his kid or not, but it probably wasn’t. Still, Mammon wasn’t getting involved in any family drama like that. Levi could deal with it himself, and if it meant he’d spend less time berating Mammon, that was a bonus.

- As soon as you go up to his room, your kid is in a trance - they look around at the walls, almost forgetting to be so shy and nervous, and when Levi starts info-dumping (more polite than in the game - he still calls you a normie, but he isn’t quite so insulting about it) they’re fixated on him, paying attention to his every last word. Thankfully he has half a mind to censor himself as he speaks, although at times you still feel like clamping your hands over your kid’s ears, just in case.

- Your child asks for you to put them down, and you do so hesitantly, allowing them to rush over and admire Henry, as well as Levi’s computer set up. Levi quietly explains things to them, his face quite red as they listen excitedly from behind their hands.

- This happens often. Your kid is shy around everyone else, but when they’re with Levi they quickly open up. The two of them talked so much around each other, and so little around everyone else, that you found yourself seeking Levi out quite often - it was a good opportunity for the two of them to be able to chat and bond with someone in person.

- This came with sacrifices. You had to monitor them a lot, but it meant you were able to get close to Levi. Still, he wasn’t quite used to knowing what was and wasn’t appropriate to be said around a child - you perfected your ‘stop-that-right-now’ glare within the first week, and it solved that problem mostly.

- Overall, Levi bonds quickly with your kid over mutual interests in gaming and sea creatures! However, he will quickly lead them down the path of the otaku if you don’t intervene and have the two go outside regularly with you. He treats them a lot like a younger sibling, and unless you try to start a different kind of relationship with him, Levi will likely grow to view you as a sibling figure as well.

Belphegor

Spoilers for lesson 15/16

- You show up to the attic and he’s there, waiting. He’d heard about your kid but he hadn’t seen them, didn’t know how similar they looked to him. He’s startled when they’re the first one to tap against the bars of his cage, yawning as they tiredly look in at him.

- He stumbles through his usual excuses but keeps an eye on them the entire time as they gesture for you to lift them and fall asleep against your shoulder, snuggling in closer as you pat and rub their back comfortingly. Belphie almost feels jealous.

- He doesn’t really get to see them much until he escapes, and even then he keeps a distance. He knows what he has to do, but even then its not enough - once he’s in the position to attack you, as payback for Lilith, he freezes up. How would your kid feel? Would they feel just as broken hearted as he did, if he went through with this?

- Ultimately, he still goes through with it, but he’s almost glad when you’re revived. After that, he works towards repaying you, for making up for what he’s done. You’re wary at first, not allowing him near your child in case he decided to harm them, but eventually you realise he has no intention to. With Beel around, just in case anything went wrong, Belphie’s allowed to try and befriend them.

- He does so quickly - they both have quite rude and direct personalities, and they can sling childish insults back and forth for long periods of time without getting bored or letting up. As well as that, nap time becomes a team effort - Belphie even lets your kid share his special cow-print pillow so long as they don’t wake him up, and you’ll often find the two together in the attic napping in piles of pillows and blankets.

- Overall? It takes him a lot of time, but the similar personalities means he’s able to easily bond with your kid. Whether they’re causing mischief or just napping, they can nearly always be found together, and he treats them as his own child. Some of the other brothers honestly dread having them around, though, because they’ve gotten far too good at pulling pranks and getting away with it by being too cute to get angry at.

- Bonus: They’re common greeting is sticking their tongues out and pulling silly faces at each other. They act like they’re not close sometimes, but they can’t deny it for long - your kid really might as well just be Belphie’s, they’re practically attached at the hip, you won’t find one without the other.

#my headcanons #my writings #obey me #obey me shall we date #belphewhores #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphie #request

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fangqueen · 3 years

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#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Fun Meta Asks for Writers

Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂

Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.

So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.

AT LEAST

NOT UNTIL TODAY

YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.

FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.

Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...

Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:

Fred Lives AU

The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology

The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)

Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)

Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)

Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy

Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)

Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo

Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion

So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around

The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)

Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private

After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)

They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘

Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)

In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:

NC-17 (smut incoming!)

Technology circa 2005

Phone sex

Semi-public sex

Sex toys

Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)

Crack taken way too seriously

Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...

HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.

Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.

Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.

He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

"Is he coming, then?"

Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.

"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.

"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.

Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."

Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.

At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.

"Parkinson?"

She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"

"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"

The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.

"Whatever for?"

Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.

To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.

She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.

Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.

Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.

He hit call.

Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.

Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"

"Malfoy?"

"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"

Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.

"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."

"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."

"I know."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."

So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.

"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."

"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."

Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"

"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."

Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."

Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"

"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."

"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"

A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.

"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"

The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.

When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"

Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.

Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.

Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."

Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"

"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."

Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.

"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.

Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."

"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.

"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"

Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.

"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.

"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.

Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."

"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.

"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."

Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.

"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."

Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.

"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."

Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.

"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to…?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.

"Would I want to what ― oh."

Oh.

Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.

"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."

Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.

"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"

"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."

"Terribly clever, this one."

A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.

"Occupied!"

He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.

"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.

"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."

"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"

Another frustrated turn of the door handle.

"It's a single."

"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"

Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"

"Your dildo, Weasley."

The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.

"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."

"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.

"Eager, are we?"

"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."

Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."

Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.

"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.

"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.

Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.

Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"

"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."

Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.

Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.

"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.

Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.

"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.

"Yes, gods."

Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.

Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.

"Talk to me, Weasley."

Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.

"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.

Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.

"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"

"Oh, we're well acquainted."

"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.

Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.

Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.

Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.

"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.

Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"

"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."

"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"

"Fucking hell, Malfoy."

At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.

"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping.

Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.

The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.

"I liked that. A lot."

Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."

Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?

Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.

"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"

"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."

"You too, Malfoy."

Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.

The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.

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dzamie-oc · 3 years

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05 - Space

Space prompt, eh? A good a time as ever for some hammer-space dragon! Featuring Sylvia, the loveliest little gold dragoness in the Dragonslayer Guild Hall.

Length: 2200 words Rating: M (noncon vore. Not sexual, but it’s still noncon and vore) Summary: Victoria, a dragonslayer in training, learns an unforgettable lesson about how hammerspace dragons work, and perhaps about assuming mundane explanations around fantastical creatures.

Minors DNI with this particular story. I am hella uncomfortable with the idea of y’all openly interacting with vore.

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“Hey, Sylvia, any chance I could borrow a gold coin? Need to test the magical affinity of this thing to some elements, and gold’ll do just fine,” the cheetah asked the little golden dragon perched on his shoulder. “Y’know, before I permanently affix the actual part.”

“Yeah, gimme a second. Hand, please.”

Behind them, Victoria watched the pair work - or, well, she watched Dzamie work, while Sylvia mostly just watched him from closer. She had initially stopped by to ask the katul about one of his swordwork lessons, but he seemed busy, so she was fine waiting... for ten minutes longer, maybe. A bit more if she thought she’d get to cuddle the adorable little dragoness. Yes, time and time again, Dzamie himself had repeated that every dragon can kill an incautious slayer, and it was almost always in reference to Sylvia, but the woman found it hard to take it seriously. Not that she’d ever say it aloud. Even if it turned out not to be true, Sylvia seemed to take pride in her rumored “danger,” and Victoria liked the little lady too much to rain on her parade.

A loud hiss filled the air, then Dzamie waved a gold coin in his hand back and forth, steam rising up from his paw and the coin. “What’s he doing that does that?” the human asked herself, aloud.

Dzamie, however, was the one to respond, without looking up. “Oh, fire spells come easy to me, so I use ‘em to quickly dry off stuff Sylvia gives me. Gives the workshop a certain smell, but it’s not really enough drool to bother humans.” His voice dropped to a mutter as he looked over his work, then nodded and spoke up again. “Yeah, that’ll work. But, yeah, if you ever catch me after a swim, I do the same thing to myself - just, with a silencing spell when there’s people around.”

Having been unofficially invited into the conversation, Victoria walked closer. The katul was working on what looked an awful lot like a gun from a video game. “Huh, forgot you did cosplay,” she remarked, “and, wait, why would what she gave you be wet?”

Two pairs of eyes swung to look at her, one tiny and yellow, one more her size and, well, also yellow, but with a purple aura around them that soon cleared. “I trust him to return items from my hoard,” Sylvia said, “and, naturally, anything I don’t bag up for protection gets wet.”

Victoria looked around, trying to find where the little dragoness might have put a hoard that she could somehow reach from Dzamie’s shoulder, to no avail. Luckily for her, Sylvia easily read the human’s face, smiled, swished her tail, and said, “Hmm, tell you what. You’re nice enough to me, good enough pets and all that.”

“Oh, is she the other one who’s been giving you strawberries?” Dzamie asked. He was looking back at the prop again, where a finger wreathed in green fire poked at a floating spell circle of the same color.

Sylvia huffed. “Anyway! Would you like to see my hoard, Victoria?” The golden dragoness sat up as tall as she could to deliver her next line, “just be aware that if you try to steal from me, your life is forfeit.”

Any tiny, intimidating effect she might have had was immediately discarded as her furry, feline perch moved his arm and sent her tumbling onto the table. In spite of herself, Victoria laughed. “Sorry, sorry!” she said, “it’s just, the timing. I would love to see your hoard, Sylvia. Assuming it’s not just that coin. Uh, no offense, you’re just, well, you-sized.”

Dzamie interrupted again, muttering “alright, let’s see if this doesn’t explode this time” as he picked up his project in one hand. “And Victoria, pop quiz! Zero percent of your grade. What species of dragon is this adorable golden derg?”

“Don’t call me a derg.”

“Adorable golden dragon,” the cheetah amended. The device in his hand whirred and glowed with his green magic, and successfully failed to explode, at which he gave a satisfied “heh.”

Victoria leaned against one of the other tables, trying to recall. “She’s a... hammer-something. Not hammerhead, hammer... hammerspace!” she said with a confident smile.

Dzamie nodded. “Fantacular. Just making sure you might know what you’re in for.” He turned to Sylvia. “I’m gonna go test this out proper. Back in a few.”

The dragoness on the table walked over to the edge and sat down, facing Victoria. “Okay, then, just set your sword... somewhere and give me your hands.” As she did so, unsheathing the weapon and laying it flat, Sylvia continued, “I never figured out whether it’s easier for you if I go slow or fast, but I like slow, so I’m gonna go slow.”

“Oh, and you’ll want to ditch the rest of your armor,” Dzamie added, gesturing to her with the toy gun, “trust me on this, it’s uncomfortable and then you just have to clean it unnecessarily.”

Victoria glared at him. “Sure, Teach, let me just strip down right in front of a male katul all alone in this room.”

Dzamie passed his prop to his other hand, then held up his fingers as he counted off, “okay, one, Sylvia’s here with us; two, just because I fit the stereotype doesn’t mean you should use it; and three-” he lifted his project, “- the only reason I’m coming back here in the next half hour is if this thing explodes on teleport. ...which you better not,” he muttered at the prop. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he was gone.

For a solid minute, Victoria stared at the spot he’d vanished, almost daring him to teleport back in. Sylvia coughed to get her attention. “He’s not wrong, though. I don’t know about armor maintenance, but usually people prefer to be in comfortable clothes.” The little dragoness turned her head away and flicked her tail back and forth. “If, uh, if they wear any, but people like that are few and far between. Look, it is pretty cramped on the way to my hoard, but I’d be an awful friend if I insisted you get rid of things that aren’t weapons.”

“Things that aren’t weapons?”

The golden dragon gave her a flat look. “Can you really blame me, a dragon, for not trusting dragonslayers with weapons?”

“Fair point.” Victoria sighed. After a moment more of internal debate, she started to remove her armor. She asked Sylvia for some help, and before long, she stood before the hammerspace dragon in a sports bra and athletic shorts, glad that her friend was a dragon and not a katul, or a human.

Sylvia looked her up and down; Victoria jokingly asked if she thought she was hiding knives or something. “I... already checked, actually. Just thought dragonslayers wore something more underneath. Laundry day?”

The human grimaced. “It’s done, just... I wasn’t thinking earlier. Er, so, hands?”

“Hands!”

Victoria tentatively held her hands out in front of Sylvia, who pressed them together with her little paws. She brought her muzzle right next to the woman’s fingers, then looked up and said, “just so you know, I’m not letting you back down from this.” Before Victoria could ask what she meant by that, the dragoness opened her jaws and lunged forward.

She could hardly believe her eyes. Her arms looked just fine all the way down to her wrists, but there... they simply weren’t. Sylvia’s snout started, and her arms stopped. Her hands were surrounded by something warm, squishy, and wet, and when she tried to move them or pull them apart, they were pressed back in on each other. Then, a wave of pressure rolled down the hidden hands, and Victoria watched as more of her forearms also shared her hands’ plight. She wiggled her hands more, but there was no change. It took a few seconds for her mind to finally piece it all together: Sylvia was eating her. Somehow.

Another swallow pulled her elbows in, locking her arms out straight. In the back of her head, Victoria knew that she really ought to be panicking, that being eaten by a dragon was something she should not be going calmly into. But still, even as she bent over to the table, leaning down towards the dragon’s tiny body, it was hard to really take it seriously. After all, if she turned her head, she could see that not one of Sylvia’s scales were out of place, so CLEARLY the tiny dragon couldn’t be swallowing her.

A moment later, and she no longer had that problem. Her head was buried deep in somewhere dark pink, surrounded by hot, wet flesh, and any time she moved her arms or twisted her head, all she heard was wet “shlrk”s and squishes as she was guided back into position. The dragoness’s next swallow came more quickly, as though anticipating the human’s reaction:

Now that her eyes were no longer trying to tell her she wasn’t being eaten, Victoria came to the obvious conclusion: her friend had betrayed her trust for a meal. However, she found that she wasn’t scared, or terrified. Be it her own natural inclinations, or her, admittedly incomplete, training as a dragonslayer, Victoria instead found rage. With a primal yell, she twisted and turned, thrashing her arms to try to choke or even gag Sylvia, and she kicked one knee up, trying to feel her way into slamming into the tiny trickster. Unfortunately, the next thing she felt was her knee pinned against her belly, joining the rest of her upper body in the tight, slimy tunnel. Dragon drool got in her mouth, so she spat and sputtered as her hips, shorts, and other thigh were engulfed by the irrationally long throat. Between the heat, the steady, almost soothing noises of wet throatflesh squishing against her skin, the humid, heavy air, and simple exertion, Victoria soon found the fight slip away from her. Ankle-deep in what she thought was a very small dragon, the human sighed and let Sylvia close her jaws after her foot without a struggle.

When her head pressed against the ring of muscle, Victoria had resigned herself to her fate as dragon food. After all, the only person who knew where she was was Dzamie, and that katul would probably demand something-

Her head ran into something solid, and a clattering sound entered her ears, rather than just the constant squelching of wet flesh. Victoria opened her eyes, then sat up and- well, sat up, brushed her hair and Sylvia’s drool from her eyes, and then really opened them to see...

A pile of assorted coins, gold, silver, bronze, and more, bars of precious metals, gems of many colors, piled up nearly as tall as Victoria, herself! A trio of abstract sculptures - possibly part of a set, Victoria reasoned, though one could never really tell with that much abstraction. And, for some reason-

“So, how is it? I’m glad you calmed down eventually,” came Sylvia’s voice from all around.

“There’s... a train engine...” was all Victoria could say.

The little dragoness laughed. “Haha, yeah! One of my earlier additions, actually. I bet every hammerspace dragon does one of those, ‘okay, but CAN I eat that?’ things; I just decided to keep mine for a while, as a trophy, and over time, well, it’s a bit sentimental now.”

“You ATE and KEPT an ENTIRE TRAIN OUT OF THE-?!” the human shouted, dumbfounded, then faltered. “Uh, what’s it called, train house?”

Another laugh. “No, no, I ate a MOVING train - well, just pulling out, not that fast - and kept the engine car. The passenger car and all the delicious treats within are years gone.” There was a pause, and then. “Don’t worry, though. I’m much nicer these days, keep myself in the green zone.”

Victoria sighed, crawled over to the vehicle, and climbed into a seat. “Well, as far as places to die go, this place at least looks nicer than I expected.”

“Die? Who said anything about that? I’m not letting you stay in my stomach, you’ve got stuff to learn and I’ve got strawberries to eat, given only to dragons who DON’T have anyone stewing away in their bellies. ...willing meals notwithstanding.”

Another sigh, though this time of exasperation. “Sylvia... stomachs digest organic material. I am an organic material. I just hope I pass out before the pain gets to me too much.”

This time, there was raucous laughter, followed by a shriek and a swear. “Uh, sorry, fell off the table. You should attend more dragon biology lessons. And/or ask Dzamie for some notes, though if you do, prepare to have an entire encyclopedia dumped on you. Unabridged.”

“I’m safe?”

“You’re the biggest danger to yourself in there. Don’t smash yourself in the head with a sculpture and you’ll be fine.”

Victoria’s mind was still reeling. Nearly half a dozen earthshaking revelations in only a few minutes was not an easy thing to deal with. “And... you’ll let me out when I ask?”

“Or in half an hour. I want strawberries and that’s when there are strawberries. Oh, but make sure you aren’t holding anything when you come back up, or you WILL be eaten again, and it WON’T be to see all my shinies.”

This time, Victoria decided to take her threat seriously. And she had more reason to not “rain on her parade” about being a deadly maneater.

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queen-susans-revenge · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review (thanks to @gondalsqueen for tagging, this is a fun one!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

176720

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Six, but the vast majority for Star Wars. I wrote one Batman story that was very dashed off, mostly a quick character sketch for a possible AU. One Sherlock Holmes story that still gets some love on AO3. Two Lord of the Rings stories. A couple of reworked fairy tales. And five for Dragon Age.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Well, the top two are my Star Wars Rebels smut epics, Fade to Black (514) and Fade to Black and Back (396), which are literally just about all the sex Kanan and Hera have in the offscreen moments in every episode. I have zero shame about this.

Then there's Talk About It (335), which is another smutty piece based on a bit of party banter in Dragon Age: Origins.

Wedding Dance (312 kudos, and back to Star Wars Rebels) is my most popular non-smutty fic, but Passion, Serenity (263) is big time smut about cartoon characters again. Listen, it's not all I write; it's just what I write best, apparently!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, although I'm behind in responding, because I get overwhelmed easily. I have all the comment notifications saved in my email though so I can stroke them over lovingly like a dragon admiring her gemstone hoard. Every now and then while I'm being dragonish over my comments I get a burst of virtuosity and think "I'll reply to some of these!" and then I do, so I am slowly working through my backlog, and I can only apologize to those of you who are getting your responses years and years later.

I always meant to answer. I always treasured your comment.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Scenes from Rivendell. By like, a lot. If you've never thought too much about Aragorn's mom Gilraen, please let me invite you to all the feels.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't think I ever have! I should do that, sometime, it sounds fun.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes, I had someone chide me for writing smut on a kid's show. But I try to be really careful about tagging so only the people who WANT to see the smut end up finding it.

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

The dirty kind ;o

(Though there generally has to be at least one girl involved for me to be interested. I have written some m/m content, but not a whole lot.)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and it's the BEST thing!! I absolutely love it when anybody does translations, art, podfics or spin-offs of my stuff. It feels amazing to see my work out there in the world, living and traveling.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

None of my AO3 works are co-written. I had an original story that got picked up for a fiction podcast that was co-authored with a friend. Although the story behind that honestly was that I wrote the thing and insisted he accept the co-author credit because it was based on one of his characters in a roleplaying game.

Something similar will probably happen with a different friend and the space pirate novel that I'm working on now, if it ever gets published.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't know! Certainly Kanan and Hera is what I put the vast majority of my fic-writing energy into. But I was a huge X-Files shipper back in the day and Mulder and Scully still hold a special place in my heart.

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I'm super grateful to @gondalsqueen for doing Fade to Red so I can feel like that project actually got finished properly! I think I no longer have any outstanding wips?

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialog, and sometimes cadence/rhythm, when I hit a good stride.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Self indulgence. In fanfic that's a tendency I don't even try to fight though, because it's what fic is for. In original fic though it's always a struggle to keep it tight and keep it flowing. And not try to show off Everything I Know About Mythology, or How Cool This One Idea I Had Is, or whatever.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Tricky! Relying on Google Translate is probably a bad idea.

I'll give an example from my current project. There's a scene set in a laboratory on Mars where Something Has Gone Terribly Wrong and I wanted automated warnings playing on a loop in various languages for maximum spook factor.

The English is "Warning! Please evacuate the building!" so I ran that through Google Translate for Russian... and then asked a Russian-born friend to verify that it was a good translation. He responded that it was not, because in fact that phrase needs some cultural translation before the literal one will make sense. As he put it: "The Russian would be a lot more direct. And they wouldn't say 'please.'" So instead, he gave me "Vnimaniye! Vyhodi zdaniye!" which is something more like "Attention! Exit building." And I absolutely love that.

So, I think before you can really write dialog well in another language you either need some direct knowledge/understanding, or a native speaker who doesn't mind looking it over for you.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I thiiiiiiink it was X-Files. All those fics were lost in time, like tears in rain (no it's fine they were terrible).

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

It's hard to pick, but it might be one of the Sabine stories. Heart's Blood, maybe.

I always stress about tagging people and being annoying or leaving someone out, so please consider yourself tagged if you want to be!

#fic writing meme

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 31

First time reader click here

it's a mental breakdown *off-key kazoo*. One (1) incident of physical abuse from a parent. And Stephen Strange arc begins opening. Kind of angsty, but more of a filler chapter to resolve the parents-suck thing.

A couple of days was all it took for me to get back on my feet... Figuratively speaking. Neither Bruce nor Tony was particularly excited about me being up and about, I was carried to my desired destination point by one or the other on most occasions. Physically, my body grew tired very easily - I took a lot of sporadic naps throughout the day, more often than not falling asleep in someone's arms. Nobody minded, really - even Loki, who wasn't a touchy-feely person by any means, relented and acted as a body pillow for me when we crashed on the common room couch to catch up with the TV show episodes I'd missed.

Tony was very obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. During the few hours I had spent being chased by the Cursed Box Demon in my nightmares, all the leads towards the contractor proved to be cold. Natasha was the most irritated of them all - a late-night talk with Clint through the vent above my room revealed that she took it as a personal insult, unprepared for a simple merc to be so good at evading the world's most notorious spy.

Hulk kept taking over Bruce's body - eyes shining fluorescent green - at the times we were together, periodically clutching me to his chest with clumsy but careful movements. I pitied the mercenary should he encounter my gentle scientist - I didn't think Bruce would even attempt to hold back Mean Green. They seemed to have achieved some sort of symbiosis those days, switching between the two personalities in one body almost effortlessly. Circumstances aside, I was very happy that the tension and the persistent internal conflict inside Bruce had almost disappeared.

What made me upset was Strange. The sorcerer was behaving, well, strangely. He began avoiding all of us - his excuses of helping the search for the merc were flimsy, and Wong's long, deep sigh, when asked about the sorcerer's state of mind, spoke volumes. I suspected Stephen was either seething with anger or drowning himself in the sea of guilt; I had a hunch he was similar to Tony in a way that he hid his vulnerability behind an impenetrable wall of malice and sarcasm and dry wit.

Perhaps I was wrong. But the pent up frustration resulting from the conflict between my overactive brain and my uncooperative body had to blow - and my mother was the fire to my already short fuse. Somehow, she got ahold of the information that I was hurt indirectly because of the actions of the Avengers - and she had called the first available phone she found, which meant Pepper Potts got an earful of vitriol regarding Stark Industries, SHIELD, Tony, and everyone else, including my father. Stoic as she was, Pepper took it all with grace, replying politely to my mother until she hung up on the redhead.

Pepper placed an urgent call to Coulson immediately after that, making the already uncomfortable situation spiral into something truly disgraceful. It ended with strict orders for me to return home - not that anyone besides me and Coulson knew about it. I was a legal adult, I could choose to stay in the tower and my mother was told so on numerous occasions... Knowing her, I was well aware she wouldn't be above storming Tony's home with a small army of her lawyer friends.

Inwardly seething, melting with the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach like a sharp piece of ice, I managed to convince Tony to have Happy escort me home at the guise of gathering more necessities. Tony, being Tony, offered me to buy anything and everything I needed, but relented under my puppy-eyed pleading. It was getting harder and harder to lie to any of my men, the weight of it settling unpleasantly bitter on top of my already foul mood.

Happy grumbled in displeasure at being tailed by a nondescript black SUV - I knew SHIELD would have eyes on me 24/7 now, at least until they catch the rogue mercenary - but seemed to be happy at my general state of relative wellness in his own... Happy... way. Five-second side-grin and "Glad you're up and about, Princess," was probably the most I was going to get from the man who's nickname contradicted his personality. In my humble opinion, he should've been called Brick instead. He was built like a shit house, too.

The moment I stepped into the living room, wearing Wanda's spare sweats and Tony's hoodie, I took a slow look around the room and immediately knew this was it. Most of my anger had receded, courtesy of finally being able to get out of the tower and do something, but the ice in my stomach persisted. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit me like a wall, news playing on the TV doing very little to dissolve the viscid, tense silence.

"Sit down," My mother instructed me in the tone of voice she used on people in the courtroom - convicts, people who knowingly broke NDAs.

"I don't think so," I replied, refusing to give in to her bullying. I was being absolutely reckless, I knew it, and still it didn't stop me from standing up for my men. Logically speaking, it could have happened to me anyway, Avengers or not. The cursed box came along long before I'd even met Peter Parker or any of his rag-tag superhero friends.

"Fine," She turned around, steely eyes leveled on me. I was but a speck of dirt under her nails - for the first time in my life, I felt terrified of my mother. I knew what she was capable of. "Listen well, daughter of mine. I'm going to only repeat myself once," She started in that deceptively calm tone of hers. "You are to stop mingling with Stark and his... Company. Immediately. I do not want to hear any more of that Parker boy, either. You will not destroy your future and our family's legacy over some fling with a man twice your age. This little game has gone long enough and it's time for you to get back to reality."

The more she spoke, the higher my eyebrows rose. I was supposed to take orders from my own mother now? Something thin, something thin and crackling with electricity within me just snapped - like a live wire. The hairs on my nape stood up, goosebumps appearing all over my skin. "And what if I do not?" I asked, just as quietly.

I was not prepared for her reaction. One second, she was sitting on the couch and the other - my cheek was burning and my mother was standing over me, breathing the stench of alcohol and tobacco right in my face. I saw the whites of her eyes. "Then you are no daughter of mine. I did not raise you to be someone's cumrag and all this play-pretend scientist shit had to have ended in middle school. I hoped you'd grow up but apparently, you insist on being a baby," She was full-on screaming in my face, so rabid she was shaking.

All I could think of was... How wrong she was. How wrong she would be, her sad little world broken when she finds out just exactly how much I'm capable of. Long gone were the days where I timidly questioned my scientific contributions; thanks to my men - the same men she'd hated so much - I knew my value. I knew I could achieve the things that I wanted.

"If that is your choice, you have thirty minutes to get your shit and get lost. I will not have a whore of a daughter living under my roof," I had missed a good part of her rant; most likely, it consisted of nothing but meaningless insults anyway. After she'd finished, she gave me a shove towards the stairs.

It didn't bother me as much as it should, I think. My cheek smarted and somewhere deep inside, I knew that the eerie calm that had settled over me wasn't normal - on the surface, I felt only relief. The things I suspected all along, finally came to light - she didn't even perceive me as a human being, I was no more than a means to her end. A tool. A thing.

The waterworks started when I frantically shoved most of the shit I could fit in my three suitcases. Upset as I was, my scatterbrain did me a favor that time and I gathered most of the important things. Notebooks full of my research - projects that my mother had called a child's game, projects that could be patented in a week, add a tweak or two. With sudden clarity, I realized I needed none of her money. None of her... At all. In short, I was emotionally all over the place and at the end of it... None of it made sense.

I threw the credit cards with her name on them on the coffee table as I hauled out my suitcases, not sparing the bitch a glance. She was equally quiet, boring into my back with those steely eyes of hers. I felt my skin peel under her stare. In my distraught state, hauling and dumping the suitcases in my car was quick work. Detaching the house key and tossing the last things that connected me to her house on the floor at her feet was a spur of the moment decision; my mother was right, to some extent, and I still had childish tendencies. "You had no right to call yourself my mother in the first place. All you were was an egg donor with more money than you could make sense of. Enjoy your hoard, you damned dragon," I seethed, seeing her frozen in place with her arms crossed and chin held high.

Some part of me hoped she would apologize. That naïve, childish part - I knew my mother and I knew myself, and the trait that we shared was stubbornness. I sped out of the estate without ever looking back, driving aimlessly for a while until the honking coming from drivers around me began reaching alarming levels of volume; tears began flowing down my face at some point, all but obscuring my vision. I parked in the nearest place I could find, in front of a Waffle House out of all places.

Crying in a Waffle House parking lot, how pathetic was that. Logically, I knew at least five people had my back: Tony and Bruce, who surprisingly loved me back; Loki, who had become strangely clingy after my declaration - clingy in the best way. Together with Wanda and Peter, they made my heart warm and my eternally racing brain feel calm and safe.

I called my dad, he didn't pick up. I don't know what I expected of the man, but any and all remnants of my respect for him shattered, breaking into tiny little pieces as I helplessly banged my fists against the steering wheel in a fit of desperate rage. One look in the mirror and my already ashen complexion was made worse by red, puffy eyes and the blooming bruise on my cheek where my mother had slapped me. It was the first time she'd laid a hand on me; I wanted to throw up.

I sat in the car until my breathing slowed; completely and utterly clueless as to what to do. I had no home of my own, three suitcases worth of clothes and research that was useless without a lab to run experiments in, my car, and a small trust fund in my name. The recent incident with the curse box had left me mentally drained as it was, now, I could surely say that my head was empty: no thoughts.

And throughout it all, Stephen's avoidance crossed my mind. As if the self-loathing wasn't enough, as if my own blood, the people who were supposed to care for me, rejecting and ignoring me wasn't strong enough of a blow... The sorcerer's avoidance raised more anger within me. I didn't know why but the thought of him made me want to cry and seethe once again.

Logic gone out of the window, I typed in the Sanctum's address into my GPS with shaking fingers, figuring that if he wasn't willing to do the legwork, I will come to him myself and clarify things for all at once. The mixed signals were just a cherry on top of my sky-high problem sundae.

I banged on the door and it flew open immediately, a surprised sorcerer quickly turning concerned and panicky, noticing my general state of appearance. I was still wearing the same clothes and my hair was in disarray, my face looking somewhere between a coke bender and a manic episode.

"You," I stated darkly, taking a deep breath. "You need to tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and reject me, so I can move on already. And you," I poked the man in the chest, right above the fancy eye-shaped necklace, "Need to stop it with the mixed signals. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Whatever you are doing, STOP IT," My voice involuntarily raised in pitch from all those emotional rollercoasters I've been on that day. "Get back to being normal. Let me fucking live," I finished my tirade as the man stared at me, frozen and open-mouthed.

"I..." He stammered, eyeing me with concern. "What in the multiverse happened to you? What..?" He was so confused, pulling out his phone the moment I bailed my fists.

"My mother threw me out, my father doesn't give a fuck about me, apparently I'm a cheap whore with delusions of grandeur. You're avoiding me and everybody is waiting for me to blow up," I screeched, all but vibrating in my spot. "This is me blowing up. I want answers!" I demanded.

Strange recoiled from me, frowning and pocketing his phone. A deep sigh left him, the kind that made his whole body sag. He ran a careful hand through his hair before looking away and slowly pulling me against his chest, the door shutting behind me and keeping the cold out. I hadn't even noticed I was freezing; my feet were wet from the NYC winter slush and mud.

Stephen's embrace was warm and tender; I wanted to lean into it and push him away at the same time. I was so messed up, it was embarrassing. There was nothing acceptable about this situation - I felt guilty as soon as his face fell.

"Jesus Christ, baby," He mumbled quietly. "Sounds like you had one hell of a day. Let's go, I'll put on some tea," He rubbed soothing circles on my back, something that confused me - I just had stormed in and dumped a bucket of bile right on top of his head.

"I should go," I mumbled, yet had no real strength to move away from him.

"You're not going anywhere. I suppose I need to explain myself, too," He sighed, and despite his obvious discomfort, picked me up, letting my limbs to wrap around his torso like a monkey. I was careful to keep my weight off his hands, even if the trip to the fireplace room was short. As soon as I was placed onto the couch and my shoes were removed, Cloaky drifted over from a dark corner, urging me to take off my soggy hoodie, and wrapped itself tightly around me.

Turns out, semi-sentient cloaks were quite warm.

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