#Dragon Claw Guild

[thatrandombystander]

Me and my bro were discussing Skyblivion and if it would let you simultaneously play Oblivion and Skyrim campaigns with the same character (it will not)

Which lead to us both headcanoning that the Dragonborn ultimately somehow time travels and becomes the Hero of Kvatch, before going insane as the new Sheogorath after everything they've been through (and ultimately meeting themselves in Solitude)

[maramuntonart]

The second of a small series of DnD Party commissions I completed recently - Aiouston the Simic Hybrid.

[ravnloft]

i love the idea of all my video game pcs existing simultaneously in-universe specifically becauase it begs the question "how early did they abandon the tutorial/main questline" -> damn how many times has lucan had that claw stolen -> amma stole it. sigg got it back. nól stole it again

[revunant]

DAG TUMP #1

so what do i do with this? 〘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆. 〙

in my best behaviour ​‚ i am just like him 〘 ♠ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑. 〙

my claws are dull now ​‚ so don’t be afraid 〘 ♦ 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀. 〙

no grave can hold my body down ​‚ i’ll crawl home to him 〘 ♥ 𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘. 〙

mad to see intimacy spoiled by your sense of doom 〘 ♥ 𝐕. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ pieter. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ yaris. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ mercedes. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ kielbasa. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ margot. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ azari. 〙

〘 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✦ peyton. 〙

〘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ✦ dragon. 〙

〘 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 ✦kei. 〙

pathetic sopping wet beast 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ horse. 〙

a baby sleeps in all our bones ​‚ so scared to be alone 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ warden. 〙

you will not go astray 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ guild wars. 〙

not as brave as you were at the start​ 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ king. 〙

a trail of burnt things in my wake ​‚ every place i go 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ draugr. 〙

furthest from myself​ ‚ when i feel i’ve been replaced 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ sigma. 〙

you who stood so proud once ​‚ i can taste your fear 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ alpha. 〙

first abandon kindness ​‚ you need to learn to hate 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ vespa. 〙

you were always to be a dagger 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ wc-068-b. 〙

hungry for blood but sick of the taste 〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ butcher. 〙

no will to break ​‚ no voice to cry suffering〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ havik. 〙

nameless bodies in unremembered rooms〘 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 ✦ mutton. 〙

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 9

The day after the Shadow Legion knelt before their Queen, things only grew stranger.

At first, Jinwoo thought the sky was playing tricks on him.

But it wasn’t. Portals. Dozens of them—swirling vortexes of black and red, cracking reality apart like broken glass. They appeared without warning, without sound. Just there. Gaping. Watching.

Then the monsters poured through.

The Hunter Association went on emergency alert. Every guild mobilized. Even retired hunters dusted off their old equipment. This wasn’t a normal dungeon break. This was a war.

Jinwoo stood on a rooftop overlooking Seoul. His black coat whipped in the wind. His expression was unreadable. Beside him, Y/N stared at the sky, gripping the smooth handle of her scythe. It hummed, resonating with her pulse.

“They’re here,” Jinwoo murmured.

Y/N swallowed. Her hands were steady, but her heart raced. “Should’ve known peace was temporary,” she muttered. Jinwoo glanced at her. “This isn’t your fight. You can sit this one out.”

Her head snapped to him. “Like hell I will,” she hissed. He smirked faintly. “Didn’t think so.”

Without another word, Jinwoo raised his hand.

“Arise.”

The shadows flooded out of him like smoke turning solid—Beru, Bellion, Igris, Iron, Tusk, Tank, Kaisel—all falling into line behind them. And then the Legion, the one that called her Queen, emerged from the other side. Two armies standing side by side. A terrifying force.

Y/N inhaled sharply. Holy crap… I’m part of this now.

The monsters hit like a tsunami. Winged beasts, scaled serpents, titans of stone. They clawed and snapped at the city, tearing through buildings and streets.

Jinwoo leapt first, hitting the nearest creature in the throat with a shadow blade that split it clean in two. He landed lightly on its corpse before disappearing again—teleporting in bursts of black smoke, slicing through another three monsters before they even realized he was there.

Y/N followed a second later. She shadow stepped behind a wyvern, her scythe already gleaming with sharp darkness. With a flick of her wrist, she spun it around her body like a ribbon—then slashed in a wide arc. The wyvern’s head and wings fell in separate directions before its body hit the ground.

“I could get used to this,” she muttered, her eyes glowing. The shadows pulsed at her command, warriors shifting to defend civilians and push back stray monsters. Beru, with his eerie grin, screeched and joined the chaos, tearing into the enemy ranks with claws coated in venom. Bellion hovered nearby like a sentinel, striking with precision where the line thinned.

The real game-changer was when Jinwoo and Y/N moved together.

Their synchronization wasn’t just instinct—it was perfect. When Jinwoo shadow-stepped behind a beast and sliced its tendons, Y/N followed a half-second later, swinging her scythe to finish it off with a decapitating blow.

When Y/N leapt into the air, spinning like a shadowy whirlwind, Jinwoo’s hand flicked, summoning Kaisel to catch her mid-air and let her ride him into the next wave. She balanced easily on the dragon’s back, slicing enemies below as Kaisel roared and spat dark flame.

Their movements flowed—like dance partners in a deadly waltz. One command. One understanding. No hesitation.

Y/N found herself laughing. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was adrenaline, thrill, freedom.

“I’m not scared anymore,” she whispered, landing on a rooftop beside Jinwoo as he slashed down another titan.

“Good,” Jinwoo said, his dark eyes gleaming with something warm, something fierce. “Because we’re not done yet.”

The sky rumbled. A sound like cracking bone and screaming wind. The world around them seemed to slow.

Y/N stared at the portal—a swirling mass of soft blue and gold light hovering in the distance. Unlike before, it wasn’t cracking or collapsing. It was… stable. Almost inviting.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Jinwoo’s hand was still wrapped around her wrist. She could feel the faint heat of his palm, the reassuring pressure of his fingers, and yet her mind spun wildly. Was this the portal back to her world? Was this goodbye?

“Jinwoo…” her voice was hushed. “…is that…?”

His gaze was sharp, focused on the anomaly ahead. “It’s different,” he murmured. “But it’s connected to you.”

The Shadow Legion stood at the ready, silent and unmoving. Bellion’s hand rested on his blade hilt, Beru crouched low and tense, and Igris stood like an unmoving statue of war. Even Kaisel flared his wings once, letting out a low, guttural growl from high above.

And yet Jinwoo didn’t give the order to attack. Not yet.

Because this wasn’t an enemy. At least… not yet.

Y/N took a shaky breath and looked at Jinwoo. “What… should I do?”

The question stabbed through him. Because deep down, he already knew the answer. She wasn’t his. She didn’t belong in this world. And yet—

“Is this… my chance to go home?” she asked, almost to herself. Just… thinking aloud. Weighing her options. “…I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered.

That surprised him.

He turned his gaze on her fully now. “You’ve been waiting for this,” he said. “Since the day we met.”

Y/N gave a small, weak laugh. “Yeah… but… things changed.”

Her fingers brushed the edge of his jacket, her eyes soft. “I met you.” Her voice dropped lower. “I met your family. I fought alongside your shadows. I… I found a place here, even if I wasn’t supposed to.”

Jinwoo’s heart clenched in his chest. He should tell her to go. He should.

But he didn’t.

The moment between them was broken as Bellion suddenly stepped forward. “My King,” he rumbled, his voice serious. “Something approaches.”

Y/N and Jinwoo both turned sharply. The golden portal… was shifting.

The edges of it warped. The sky above darkened. The stable energy suddenly rippled, like a pebble dropped into still water.

And then a figure stepped through.

At first, he was just a silhouette—tall, imposing, and bathed in the portal’s light. But as he came into view, the resemblance was shocking.

Y/N’s breath hitched. He looked… like Ashborn. Not exactly—but close enough. His dark armor gleamed faintly, regal and ancient, his silver hair falling in soft waves across his shoulders. His eyes were bright—brighter than Jinwoo’s, but colder.

Jinwoo took a step forward, instinctively blocking Y/N with his body.

The figure smiled faintly. “Y/N, I finally found you,” he said, his voice deep and velvety smooth. His eyes slid past Jinwoo to Y/N. “You don’t belong here.”

Jinwoo’s jaw clenched. “She belongs wherever she chooses to stand.”

The stranger tilted his head. “And you think you have a say in that, Shadow Monarch?”

Y/N shivered as the man’s gaze focused on her. It wasn’t hungry. It was worse. It was certain. Like she was already his.

“I am Raizel, Monarch of Origins,” he said. “I am here to take you home.”

Y/N’s throat felt dry. “W-What do you mean… Monarch of Origins?”

“I am the first,” he said smoothly. “Before Ashborn. Before the Rulers’ game. I existed. And you… were meant to stand by my side.”

Y/N felt like the world tilted under her feet.

Jinwoo’s shadows stirred violently. Beru let out a low hiss. Bellion’s hand tightened on his sword.

Raizel took another step forward. “Come with me willingly,” he said. “Or I’ll have to remind you who you are.”

Jinwoo didn’t give him the chance.

In a blur, Jinwoo was gone from her side—appearing in front of Raizel in a crash of black mist and speed. His fist smashed into Raizel’s palm as the older monarch caught the blow effortlessly.

“You’re slower than I expected,” Raizel murmured, his tone mocking.

Jinwoo’s eyes flared gold. “You’re underestimating me.”

A shockwave erupted as their power clashed. The ground shattered beneath them as shadows and origin light collided.

Y/N stumbled back but was caught by Beru’s clawed hand, steadying her. “My Queen,” Beru rasped. “Stay close.”

Y/N barely nodded, her eyes wide. Jinwoo was fast. But Raizel was just as fast. Every blow Jinwoo landed was met or deflected. Every slice of his blade was answered by Raizel’s hand or a conjured weapon of pure light.

They moved too quickly for her to follow completely, but one thing was clear— Raizel wasn’t here to negotiate.

In a flash of movement, Raizel appeared behind Jinwoo, feinting him out of position— And then he was in front of Y/N.

She froze. His hand reached out to her cheek.

“You’ll understand soon,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

Before she could react, Jinwoo was there, grabbing Raizel by the throat and slamming him into the ground with a roar. The earth cracked beneath them.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” Jinwoo’s voice was pure rage.

Raizel smirked, even as blood trailed from his lip.

Y/N stood frozen for a heartbeat… then two.

This was beyond her. She wasn’t strong enough to stand beside him in this. But she wanted to be.

The world cracked and shook beneath their feet. Jinwoo and Raizel clashed like ancient titans—shadows against primeval light. Their blows sent out shockwaves, tearing through the earth, shattering the concrete around them. The sky above churned with energy, the faint red tint of the blood moon still casting its eerie glow on the battlefield.

Y/N stood frozen, Beru and Bellion flanking her protectively. Her scythe materialized in her hands, its weight heavy but familiar. She wanted to help. She wanted to stand beside him. But this fight was beyond her limits—for now.

And then it happened.

Jinwoo vanished in a swirl of shadow. Raizel barely had time to react before a black gauntlet smashed into his ribs with bone-crunching force, sending him skidding backward, tearing a trench in the ground.

“You’ve made a mistake,” Jinwoo growled, his eyes blazing brighter, sharper. His presence intensified, and the world felt smaller under the crushing weight of his power. “I don’t care who you were before Ashborn. You won’t take her.”

Raizel straightened, a trickle of black blood sliding from his mouth. He wiped it away with an elegant flick of his wrist, eyeing Jinwoo with cold amusement.

“She’s not yours to protect,” Raizel said smoothly, but Jinwoo was already moving again.

This time it wasn’t just Jinwoo.

“Igris,” Jinwoo commanded.

The crimson knight surged forward with inhuman speed, his greatsword cleaving downward. Raizel caught the blade on his forearm but grunted as Bellion’s massive sword followed, crashing into his defense.

Beru’s shriek split the air as he leapt onto Raizel’ back, claws raking at the armor that shimmered and cracked under the relentless assault.

Raizel snarled, light flaring from his body in a blinding pulse that knocked them back, but not far enough.

Jinwoo was there again. Another blow to Raizel' jaw, this time sending him airborne.

From the clouds above, Kaisel’s massive wings spread, blotting out the blood-red light. With a roar, the sky dragon dived, jaws gaping wide as shadow flame gathered in his throat.

Raizel barely teleported in time to avoid the searing black inferno that incinerated the space where he’d stood moments before.

He reappeared, panting, light crackling erratically around him. And for the first time… he looked angry.

Jinwoo’s gaze never wavered.

“You're running out of tricks,” Jinwoo said quietly. His voice wasn’t taunting. It was a statement of fact.

Raizel bared his teeth. “You’ve grown arrogant, Shadow Monarch.”

“No,” Jinwoo replied coldly. “I’ve grown stronger.”

He raised one hand. “Arise.”

From the battlefield, the slain monsters—Raizel’ own corrupted summons—rose, their blackened forms snapping and twisting into loyal shadows under Jinwoo’s command. An army surged behind him, all aimed at Raizel.

“You’re not leaving in one piece,” Jinwoo warned.

For the first time, Raizel hesitated. His gaze flickered between Jinwoo’s unwavering stance, the wall of shadow soldiers behind him, and the massive shadow dragon circling overhead.

This wasn’t the right time.

“I see,” Raizel murmured. “So this is the strength Ashborn left behind.”

He took a step back, his aura dimming slightly. “This is not over, Shadow Monarch.”

Jinwoo’s hand flexed around Kamish’s Rune Blade. “I know.”

“This isn’t over,” he warned, his voice echoing in the sky. “You’ll come with me, Y/N. You’ll remember.”

The Monarch of Origins finally retreated, stepping back toward his portal.

With a ripple of light and space, Raizel disappeared, the portal sealing behind him in a burst of soundless pressure.

Silence.

Only the ragged breathing of soldiers—hunters who had witnessed everything—and the faint hum of Jinwoo’s shadows remained.

Y/N slowly lowered her scythe, her arms trembling. She wasn’t sure if it was from fear… or relief.

And then she felt his gaze on her.

Jinwoo stood there, his expression softer but intense. He said nothing as he crossed the distance between them, reaching out and resting his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re safe,” he said.

And just like that, something inside her crumbled. She closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face against his chest.

He froze for a heartbeat— Then his arms circled her shoulders, holding her close.

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[starlightshadowsworld]

Some of my favourite little details in Bungou Stray Dogs (contains manga spoilers)

-In terms of ying and yang, tiger and dragon are opposites. Atsushi’s a weretiger and Akutugawa’s first name is Ryuunosuke with “Ryuu” meaning dragon.

And their hair and clothes colour schemes are the same as each ying yang symbol.

-As a teen Chuuya kept his hands in his pockets as a teen to remind him not to lose himself. Something he seems to replace with wearing gloves as he takes them off before using corruption.

And when he’s pretending to be a vampire the gloves stay on because he’s still himself.

-The painting that Hirotsu insults when meeting with Dazai at the end of the Guild arc is one that the real Osamu Dazai painted.

-In Kunikida and Katai’s brilliant days, someone breaks into Katai’s house to try and kill him. And in the present day Katai has a hidden camera in his room.

-Demon Snow resembling Kyouka’s mother, her original user and the one who passed the ability onto Kyouka.

-Dazai meowing at Fyodor in Dead Apple in response to being compared to a rat like him.

-Atsushi gets kicked out of the orphanage because the tiger escaped and ate their livestock. In the orphanage flashbacks, we only ever see Atsushi imprisoned but never the tiger.

Showing that they are one and the same.

-The incident that awakened Kenji’s rage state was his best friend being killed. He awakens that same state in the present after being told Atsushi’s going to die.

-The necklace Shunzen Tachihara wears in the war with the engraved message of being saved by Yosano is in the shape of a coffin.

-Fitzgerald wanting to get the book to bring back his daughter for his wife and naming the Guilds Headquarters after her. And when he’s defeated it’s his wedding ring that saves him.

-In Dead Apple during the Dragons Head incident, Dazai says that he was shot 3 extra times. To which Chuuya says “aw you poor baby, want me to pick up when he left off?”

And in Mersault, Chuuya “kills” Dazai and then proceeds to shoot him 3 extra times.

-Also shooting someone 3 times is part of the Port Mafia’s method of disposing of traitors, like Dazai. But Chuuya never completes the method which could have hinted at Dazai being still alive.

-The move Kunikida shows Atsushi, taking his hand and flipping over onto the ground is the same move he uses to take down Hirotsu during the raid.

-The line Dazai says to Fyodor at the end of the Mersault arc, “even all your strength can’t kill me” is the same thing Dazai says to Atsushi during their fight in the first episode.

-Akutagawa’s orders in the DOA arc were to not to intervene unless he saw a smoke signal. When he returns to aid Atsushi at the airport it’s after Kunikida sent out a smoke signal.

-Akutugawa knowing the true power of Atsushi’s claws because they’ve cut through Rashomon.

-Adam (Stormbringer) is the first artificial creation of his kind. And he reaffirms Chuuya’s humanity, even being referred too at one point as speaking to him as parent would to a child.

In some respects making Chuuya a son of Adam.

-The Port Mafia has a tradition where those who mentor / are responsible for you give you a piece of their clothing. Every piece of Atsushi’s uniform is something owned by a member of the Agency.

-The scene in the anime where Dazai leaves the Port Mafia and the scene where Mori and Fukuzawa make their deal are alike.

-Chuuya always stands on the side that Dazai has/had his eye covered. And after the events of Mersault he stands on the side of Dazai’s broken leg.

-When Poe recalls losing Ranpo he is in darkness while Ranpo’s in light. But when Ranpo recalls the event he envisions them both in the light.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hi!! Hope everything is going well!

Could I Please ask for some bottom buggy (mayhaps with some watersports since I saw you had a interest) or some ftm crocodile being fucked into submission!

Have a nice day.

Ftm Sir Crocodile x male reader

Ficlet

I love Sir Crocodile so much 🗣️ 🗣️

Reader is part of Buggy’s crew, cuz I thought that would be hilarious. Reader doesn’t have a devil fruit, but is still super kickass. Hes kind of the information gatherer, smuggler, etc, for the Buggy crew. Reader is also normal human height.

Mixed terminology for Crocs bits. Also, breeding/pregnancy? kink warning ig. but its just mentioned for the fantasy.

The Cross Guild appeared great for any outsider or lesser in the know members, which was most of them. They all saw your captain as someone great and almost godly, thinking he was so much more than he was, but you had been with him for many years, even before the Buggy pirates had even been created. Shortly after the execution of Rogers, Buggy had stumbled into your path and had accidentally saved your life, and from then on you had been by his side.

Most people thought of you as something akin to an accountant or treasurer, wearing an outfit that looked very much like that of a ringmaster, long red tailcoat and top hat and all. You were always one of the first to run away, giving you a reputation of a coward who couldn’t fight.

The only one who truly knew how much of a threat you could be, would be your captain and his inner circle, which you were also part of. You might not have been the strongest physically compared to someone like Mihawk, but no one could gather information like you could, smuggle like you could, or have someone “disappear” like you could. Your network was so extensive that even the one they called Joker, who you knew was none other than Donquixote Doflamingo, was jealous.

That was why you knew everything about Sir Crocodile and Mihawk before the day was over when the Cross Guild was formed. You cowered off to the side, keeping up your weak act as you flinched at their raised voices or the light reflecting off Crocodiles golden claw.

They believed you a weak fool who’s only worth was your quick mind and ability to calculate numbers quicker than most computers, which resulted in them mostly dismissing you. It was a role you basked in and felt comfortable, using it to keep your true identity under wraps. That was until they pushed your captain too far, as Crocodile especially seemed to take great pleasure in antagonizing and hurting your captain.

You were protective, most pirates were, if they felt any sense of loyalty to their captain. It was because of that, that you dug up a trusted contact, a celestial dragon with greater access to seastone than anyone else you knew. Using measurements from the moment’s clothes had to be made, a pair of cuffs in just the perfect size soon arrived to you with the post.

It was easy to press Crocodiles buttons, to get him worked up by acting stupid and pathetic, just the way you knew made his blood boil. It was even easier to enrage him so far that he chased after you, so blinded by his anger that he didn’t even notice how you kept avoiding his sand, or how you were leading him further and further away from the rest of the guild.

When he finally caught up, Crocodile caged you against the wall, hook digging into the drywall as he almost snarled down at you, cigar crunched between his teeth as his purple eyes blazed. But mild confusion crossed his face as your fearful expression dropped, his body straightening as your eyes met his head on. Before Crocodile could order an explanation, a feeling of weakness crashed through his body, making his knees buckle enough that you had to catch him, supporting his towering weight and bulk.

His vision swam as you started dragging him along, his feet dragging along the floor because of his height compared to your own. Crocodile felt dizzy and mildly nauseous, his eyes finally catching the heavy bands around his wrist, the one he still had left. “ssseastone?” he slurred out, voice lighter than the growl you were used too, cigar long forgotten somewhere along the journey.

In the beginning, you had planned on torturing him, the blades strapped to your person burning at the thought, but as you threw him down almost carelessly on a barely clad bed, a different through passed through your mind.

A slight thrill ran down your spine as his purple eyes burnt into you, his usual anger still present, but mixed with something else, something deeper and hungrier. Soft pants left Crocodiles lips, sounding faintly struggled as the seastone drained the power from his body, leaving him limp and pliant.

You could see the heat rising to Crocodiles cheekbones as you started stripping off your usual getup, tailcoat slid off your shoulders and neatly folded, top hat placed down with care. “What the hell are you doing…” Crocodile rasped from the bed, his pupils blown as an unfamiliar need unfolded inside him, the familiar thrum of pleasure running through body.

Maybe it was his weakened state, but he swore his cunt was pulsing with need, especially as you unbuttoned the stark white shirt you always wore, revealing a tightly muscled and heavily scarred body underneath, leather straps adorned with vials and weapons stretched across your torso.

Crocodile tried to shuffle his legs, maybe to squeeze his thighs together, or to spread them further apart, he wasn’t sure, but all he could do was a minimal twitch and jolt. “I planned on cutting you up, making you beg for mercy. But from the looks of it… you wouldn’t mind some other kind of discipline” you murmur, almost stalking towards him where Crocodile was splayed out on top of the white sheets.

You could see all his muscles tense as you let your hands climb up his legs, up his thighs and stomach, traveling all the way up his arms towards his hook. A choked off noise leaves Crocodile as you remove his hook with ease, like you had done it a thousand times before, placing it off to the side with care.

“Behave yourself�� you tell him, squeezing the sides of his jaw to make his lips part. Crocodile tried to growl or snap a threat, to snap his teeth at you or somehow fight back, but his body was mostly unresponsive, his tongue feeling thick and useless in his mouth.

A shiver of anticipation ran through Crocodile as you moved again, settling between his thick spread thighs. Your eyes met as you reach for his belt, your brow lifting as if asking if he wanted you to stop. You may be a pirate, but you had class and manners, at least when it came to stuff like this.

But when all Crocodile responded with was a sour expression and glare, you make easy work of his belt and slacks, tugging them down his hips and legs, throwing them off to the side with little care. Your disregard for his clothes made Crocodile grumble, but the noise was quickly silenced as you pressed your entire hand against his slick underwear, fingers teasing his hard t-cock and soaked folds.

“Tsk tsk, look at you, bet you just need someone to put you in your place, is that it?” you mumble in an almost mocking tone, looking up at him with an almost feral hunger in your eyes. Crocodile chokes on the words that want to form in his throat, some kind of rebuttal perhaps, that he would never want someone as low as you to do anything to him, but as you pinch his cock between your fingers, it morphs into a shaky moan.

Crocodile’s boxers as easily pulled off, thrown to the floor with a damp plap, making his face redden further as you only find amusement in the obvious sign of his arousal. Kicking off your pants and boxers, you crawl up the bed and sit between his thick thighs, pushing them further apart to expose where he only grows slicker, hole clenching around nothing as if begging you to fill it.

“What would they say, seeing the great Sir Crocodile, spread out like this, ready to take the cock of a feeble weak treasurer” you taunt, pressing your hips closer to his, so that you could drag the tip of your cock up and down through his folds. The act has Crocodile arching as good as he can with the cuff on, his eyes squeezing shut as he clenches his jaw, a breathy noise leaving him, folds only growing slicker around you.

Maybe it was your size difference, with you being average human size, compared to Crocodiles almost 9 feet, or maybe it was his gut deep arousal, but his hole didn’t need much prep for you to be able to fit inside.

That didn’t mean you were just gonna give it to him, since this was supposed to be a lesson. A stuttery moan spills almost silently from Crocodiles lips as your fingers rub through his folds, barely pressing against where he wants you the most. He had never imagined himself in a situation like this, splayed out and dripping for you, someone he had always just seen as a nuisance, but here he was.

“Come on Crocodile… ask nicely” your tone is almost cruel as you push only two fingers inside him, barely felt because of his size, but just enough to rub against his wet gummy insides and leave him aching for more. Crocodiles jaw clenches, barring his teeth as his head weakly rolls to the side, as if to hide his face into the sheets.

“Or… I could just leave you here, thighs spread open, cunt glistening with want. Im sure someone will pass by, and who wouldn’t want a chance to fill this” as if to exaggerate your point, you push two more fingers into his slick hole, burying them as deep as possible into Crocodiles wet insides, punching a gasp out of him.

Crocodile seems to debate it, if he wants to put his pride aside for someone like you, but his thoughtprocess is knocked off course as you pinch his cock with your free hand, twisting it cruelly. Had he not been wearing the seastone cuff, his thighs would have clamped shut and a shout would have left him, but now all his body could do was tense up as a wet keen tumbled out of him.

“P…please” Crocodile finally mumbles, voice small and almost shy, but it can barely be heard over the wet slick sounds of your fingers thrusting in and out of him, his wetness running down your palm and wrist in the process.

“Hm?” you hum, the questioning tone in it clear, as if you didn’t hear him at all, giving his cock another twist just because you could. “fuck me… please…” is gasped out, Crocodiles insides clenching around your slick fingers as they rub and prod around inside him.

Your fingers movements slow to a stop, silence filling the room long enough for Crocodile to peek an eye open and look down at you. Your eyes are intense as they bore into his, the predatory flare in them making Crocodiles insides quiver. “Normally id demand better than that, but I’m starting to pity you” you scoff out, withdrawing your fingers from his hold with a slick noise.

Instead of wiping them off on the sheets, you use the large amount of slick that had gathered in your palm to slick up your shaft, releasing a huffed exhale as Crocodiles eyes widen at the sight. “I’ve thought about making you ride me, so you’ll have to make yourself take it, but we can’t do that right now, can we” you eye the cuff around his one wrist, making Crocodile growl and spit out a weak warbled “fuck you”

His insult carries no heat, clearly only for show, his glare quickly wiped off his face as you finally push inside him. Crocodile needs little time to adjust, resulting in you almost immediately setting a bruising rough pace, drawing in and out of him with loud wet slick noises, his hole gripping onto you as he gasps and moans.

Reaching down, you push his shirt up just enough to splay a hand across his lower stomach, a foxlike grin spreading across your lips as you watch his hips weakly roll into your own. “If you weren’t such an asshole, I could fuck you whenever. Imagine that Crocodile, walking around, cunt leaking my cum, as you try to play tough.” You chuckle darkly, tone thick and hungry in the way only a predatory animal could possess.

As your cock rams into that sensitive spot inside him, Crocodile is finally starting to realize you are truly more than you seem, his cunt drooling a wet puddle under him on the sheets as you take him with a new hunger, a glint appearing in your eyes as your hand presses down harder on his stomach.

“I could knock you up you know, right here.” Is hissed out as you bottom out inside Crocodile, the words making him tighten up and shiver in want. “No one would find you so scary then, would they Crocodile. Waddling around, fat with my kid” you purr, letting both your hands splay across his stomach. It was all fantasy, but by God did it make Crocodile wet and wanting. Something about the fantasy of you, some lesser subordinate knocking him, Sir Crocodile, up, had him seeing double.

The seastone didn’t help with his woozy state, all attempts at forming words only becoming half formed and slurred, Crocodiles eyes going wet and glassy as that familiar feeling spread through his body. “in… inside me…” Crocodile slurs as you curse to yourself, clearly close to the finish line as well. Had it not been for the cuffs, he would have thrown his legs around you, squeezing you against his body to keep you inside him, but all he could do now was beg.

Crocodiles pride crumbled as your fingers squeezed his cock one last time, a pure orgasmic expression crossing his face as he gasped and moaned, his entire body twitching weakly as he came, wetting your cock and the sheets even further as the feeling thrummed through his entire body.

With a deep groan you bottom out inside Crocodile for a last time, letting your eyes squeeze shut as you spill inside him, coating his insides in a thick coat of white. Crocodile whimpers weakly at the feeling, trying to squeeze around you as if to milk your length for more.

He slumps against the sheets further than he already is, eyes falling shut in a relaxed exhausted expression. Crocodile barely notices as you pull out, white leaking out from between his folds to join his own mess on the sheets. He barely even notices you cleaning him up, only twitching and gasping softly when you clean up between his legs.

Its only when the seastone cuff leaves his wrist that Crocodile returns to himself somewhat, as the familiar feeling of his devilfruit washes through his body again. Squinting his eyes open, he catches sight of you getting dressed again, tucking on your shirt, then your coat, and lastly placing your hat on top of your head.

Even with his devilfruit returned to him, Crocodile still feels weak and exhausted, but the good type of exhausted one only gets after a good fuck. Part of him wants to ask you to stay, to hold him and pet his hair, to maybe mumble more dirty fantasies about knocking him up, and how you’d make him live as your pretty little housewife. But instead, Crocodile just grunts to get your attention, his attempt to demand to know where you are going.

“I have to get back to the others, since ill be taking over your duties for the rest of the day and tomorrow” you say, voice resolute and not allowing any denial or struggle. And normally Crocodile would have growled and rejected anyone taking over his duties, but for some reason, the idea of you taking care of him made him relax deeper into the bed, muscles lax and thoughts empty and calm for once.

Approaching him, you press a soft kiss to his forehead before telling him “this room is hidden away from everyone else, so take all the time you need. Ill check up on you later” as you pat his cheek. After telling him where the bathroom is, where he could find towels and replacement sheets and blankets, you were on your way, leaving Crocodile on his lonesome.

It took a while, but he finally pushed himself into a seated position before getting to his feet. The feeling of your cum trickling down the insides of his thighs as the familiar heat of arousal burning inside him once more, making Crocodile shuffle towards the bathroom you had pointed him towards. Even though you had just left, he could still get himself off a few more times from just the memory alone.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be disciplined by you, he wondered how you’d react if he caused issues with your smuggling routes. The idea sent a line of heat up his spine as he stepped into the shower, hand quickly traveling between his thighs, fingers burying themselves into his still sensitive hole, fantasies of hungry glare and cruel fingers filling his mind.

[chronosdawn]

Zhongli x GN!Reader, Soulmate AU Part 2

Link to Part 1

Word count: ~2.5k

He was waiting for you at the Stone Gate.

You hadn't known it was him at first, having taken to pointedly ignoring the sensations crawling up your arm from your soulmate mark once the phantom hand tugging you back to the harbor had turned clawed when you refused to listen to it. 

Of course you could hardly be blamed for overlooking a lone tall man standing just at the edge of the border, his back to you as he looked out over Mondstadt's grassy plains. There was nothing particularly remarkable about him at first glance, save perhaps for his height and fine clothes. The way he stood—perfectly still with his hands clasped behind his back—made him seem more like part of the landscape than a living thing. It was only when you got close to him, just barely out of arm's reach as you made to walk past and he turned to face you, amber eyes meeting yours, that you realized who he was.

Your legs refused to move as though they'd been turned to stone, torn between hurtling back the way you'd come—as though attempting to run from a god a second time might somehow prove more successful—and throwing yourself the last precious distance between you and the border, like the invisible line of it would somehow protect you from whatever was to come. 

Before you could commit to either however, your soulmate spoke.

"I apologize if the suddenness of our connection startled you, but it is very good to meet you at last." His voice was rich and smoother somehow than it had been during the rite, his expression one you could only describe as soft as he looked at you.

You'd thought gazing into the face of the dragon-qilin version of Rex Lapis was bad—somehow this was worse.

Words failed you as you stared at him. What were you even supposed to say? Your head felt like a hornets nest, thoughts flicking from excuses to questions to apologies until it turned into a garbled mess that made your temples throb. 

"I don't…" you stammered out before petering off. Your chest felt funny, like it was trying to cave in on itself.

Rex Lapis looked you over from head to toe and whatever he saw caused his lips to press together slightly. 

"You must be tired after the long journey here from the harbor. Come, you should rest for a moment." He moved to your side, a hand resting gently against the small of your back as he steered you away from the boundary of the nation of freedom and towards what appeared to be a modest tea stand nestled against the stone of one of the large cliffs making up the gate. You tried to protest, you really did, but your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, your skin prickling from how close you were to a literal god. Before you knew where you were, you'd been ushered to a table in the cornerーthe Archon only leaving your side to pull your chair out for you and then take the seat opposite. 

The elderly man running the stand came over and Rex Lapis ordered for the pair of you while you watched mutely, noting that he’d seated you in a corner, placing himself between you and any route of escape. Your hands shook faintly where they rested against the chipped wood of the table.

Silence descended as the old man left to brew your tea, interrupted only by the faint howl of the wind against the cliffs. You fought not to fidget in the face of such blatant awkwardness, turning your attention instead to the other patrons scattered nearby. The young woman closest to you was dressed in a signature Adventurer’s Guild uniform, likely on her way to a commission judging by the heavy backpack rammed with supplies at her feet. Sitting a little further away were a couple with obviously graying hair, twin soulmate marks visible on their joined hands as they quietly enjoyed the view. A lump formed in your throat at the sight.

“You hail from Snezhnaya.” Your gaze snapped back at the sound of Rex Lapis’s voice. It wasn’t a question, but the tone left the statement open-ended, an offering of idle conversation in place of the one you should be having but obviously weren’t ready for.

Nodding, you mustered your courage and said quietly, “I came to Liyue three months ago.”

“May I ask what brought you here? It’s rather a long way to travel.”

“My grandmother. She… She was from Liyue, she used to tell me stories about the harbor and the er— the Adepti growing up. After she passed, I decided I wanted to see it for myself.” You stammerred your way through your explanation, all too aware that it was only a half truth—the rest being the obviously Liyuean symbols swirled into the soulmate mark inked starkly upon your skin. 

“I am very sorry to hear of your loss," he said with a sincerity that put all the others you'd had this particular line of conversation with to shame. "Has it been all you expected, your time in Liyue?” 

"That's…" You trailed off, dropping your gaze to the table. How were you supposed to comment on a nation when the god who'd presided over it for thousands of years was sitting right across from you?

Obviously picking up on your inner turmoil, Rex Lapis spoke again, "There's no need to be anxious, I would not ask if I did not want to hear an honest answer. Though I have played a part in shaping Liyue into what it is today, it is but one of the seven nations and I would not expect it to appeal to all." 

Your drinks appeared just after he finished, providing a short but welcome reprieve as a warm cup was pressed into your hands. You inhaled deeply, the rich scent of expertly brewed green tea filling your nose as you did so. It was not until the old man had left that you gave your answer.

“It’s… prettier than I’d thought it would be. My grandmother always said the harbor was beautiful but it’s been another thing to see it in person.”

You glanced up quickly, meeting amber eyes through the faint trickle of steam rising from the cup in his hands. The Archon poised to take a sip, waiting for you to continue.

“Fitting in has been harder than I’d thought it would be. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, moving so far away from home, but I thought I’d done enough research that I’d be ready for it. I guess there’s nothing you can do to really prepare yourself for living somewhere completely new though.”

“Indeed, it’s true such adjustments can take time. Has it grown easier over the months you’ve been here at least?” 

Not really, you thought. You’d been hoping that something would click upon meeting your soulmate, that you’d feel like you’d finally found your place in the world. Instead you now felt like you wanted to be anywhere but the land of contracts and stone. 

It was that thought and the warmth seeping into your fingers that finally gave you the courage to stop dancing around the issue at hand. You shifted in your seat, straightening your back and lowering your shoulders so you looked at least a little more sure of yourself than you felt.

“Look, I think… I think there must have been some sort of mistake.”

Rex Lapis returned his cup to the table, the cor lapis gem on the back of his glove gleaming in the evening light.

“Mistake?”

“Yes, this—” you gestured between the two of you “—this can’t be right. I mean you’re a god and I’m just some human from a small village in Scheznaya—I don’t even have a vision. I don’t know that much about soulmate marks honestly,” you instinctively placed your hand over your left forearm, missing the way your conversation partner’s eyes zeroed in on the gesture, “but this has to be a false alarm or something.”

Rex Lapis’s expression remained neutral as he let out a deep exhale—it wasn’t quite a sigh but reminded you of the controlled breath someone might take before they had to explain something to a child. 

“Over the many years I have watched over Liyue, I have been witness to numerous soulmate connections. While the reason behind a pairing is not always immediately obvious, not once have I observed a soulmark responding to anyone but the person’s intended. It’s true that differences in personal status between soulmates can act as a source of friction, though that is usually between families rather than the individuals themselves, something that will not prove to be an issue in our case.” He paused to take a sip of his tea, his movements measured and steady, a stark contrast to your white-knuckled grip on your own cup.

You were painfully aware of the sun slipping lower in the sky, the cliffs slowly being stained amber in the fading late. You’d hoped to be safely in Mondstadt before nightfall.

“And though it is not common knowledge,” Rex Lapis continued, returning his cup to the table, “ours is not the first case of an archon having a human for a soulmate.” Though the words were perhaps meant to serve as some sort of reassurance, his voice held a somewhat wistful tone, as though lost in a memory from long ago..

“I just—” you sucked in a breath, the words ‘never wanted something like this’ caught in the back of your throat. It was true, of course, you didn’t want the pressure of being soulmates with Liyue’s exalted archon; of being the supposed other half of a being you likely would never be able to truly understand, let alone measure up to. It felt unfair, however, to throw that in his face. There were tales up north of various ways the story could play out when one soulmate rejected the other, none of which ended well. 

And it wasn’t as though he’d actually done anything to deserve your rejection either—you wanted to cast your connection aside because of what he was rather than anything he’d actually done. You weren’t sure you were really capable of that kind of cruelty, no matter how badly you might wish to vanish with the setting sun. 

“This wasn’t what I expected,” you said finally, after a long period of uncomfortable quiet.

“And that is not something anyone would fault you for.” If Rex Lapis was upset by your lack of enthusiasm for the bond that existed between you, he made no show of it. “I doubt many who were not intimately familiar with the gods would dare to even dream of the possibility. I hope however,” he continued, his gaze falling to the mark hidden away underneath your sleeve, “that with time it will become easier to accept.”

You swallowed uncomfortably. It wasn’t the words themselves that made something in your guts twist—if anything you should probably be grateful that a deity referred to in some stories as the Warrior God was granting you so much grace—but there was a certainty in his voice as he said them that didn’t sit well with you. 

Rex Lapis lifted his eyes from where your arms rested on the table, looking up at the slowly darkening sky. Taking a final sip of his tea he said, “It’s rather late for the return journey to the harbor, but there is an inn on the way that I believe we should be able to reach before nightfall.”

“I’m sorry, what do you mean we?” you asked in a small voice, casting a furtive glance towards the path to Mondstadt.

“Ah.” For the first time since you’d met the Archon, the slightest crack appeared in his composure, a minute shift in expression that you’d almost call bashful. The look was gone as quickly as it had appeared and you found yourself meeting the deep amber of his eyes.  “Please forgive my forwardness but I’m afraid it would be remiss of me to allow you to be exposed to the dangers that come with traveling alone at night, especially with… so few preparations.” A polite way of remarking on the fact you’d basically legged it with no supplies to your name.

“That’s…” You trail off, no good defense coming to mind as to why you should continue your journey alone with only the clothes on your back and scarcely a pocketful of mora. 

As if sensing your desperate fumble for an excuse to not go with him, he continued, “If your business in Mondstadt is urgent then I will escort you come morning, once you have had adequate rest. Otherwise, perhaps it may be best to return after you’ve had a chance to recover from the shock of recent events. It has been some time since I last had reason to visit but I would be more than happy to share the sights with you after ensuring matters will run smoothly in Liyue for the course of my absence.”

“I—” The sun was only half visible at the horizon now and as it sank further you felt your hopes of slipping away go with it. “I barely have any mora on me, I’m not sure I can afford a night at an inn.”

“That will not be an issue, I am more than willing and able to cover any of your expenses. Speaking of which,” Rex Lapis placed a large pile of mora on the table and you felt your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull at the amount—it had to be many, many times however much your tea had actually cost. You were suddenly struck with the utter stupidity of trying to use a lack of mora as an excuse to the very being who was responsible for creating it. That and the fact you were completely out of ideas on how to get out of this situation short of simply making a run for it—a tactic which had failed to provide much success thus far.

“If you are feeling up to it, we should begin our journey to the inn now before it gets much darker.” He stood and rounded the table, extending a gloved hand out to you. 

You were backed into a corner in every way that mattered, the stone of the cliffs at your back as unyielding as you suspected the god of this land was. With nowhere else left to go, you place your hand in his, the leather of his gloves cool against your skin as his fingers curl around your own. You could only hope you wouldn’t regret not trying to run when you had the chance.

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A/N: I have no excuses for how long this took me but here we finally are OTL. I make no promises as to whether or not there will be a part 3 but I am trying to get into the habit of writing more regularly again so I hope to at least start posting more stuff on this blog.

[quarterlifekitty]

More of the MonsterHunter!AU. This time with Gaz.

Context: an Ichneumon is a creature typically depicted a looking similar to a mongoose or stoat. It is considered the enemy of dragons, much like how the mongoose is a snake killer in real life. So basically imagine being Gaz’s mongoose girl lol.

Gaz is known as a specialized hunter— he doesn’t go after just any monster. He’s a dragon slayer. Dragons are hard to find and even harder to kill, but their processed bodies produce a fortune’s worth in raw materials and lean meat.

Gaz doesn’t hunt you, he buys you. Nikolai is another hunter in his guild, but is far better known for his skills as a tamer. Creatures like ichneumon come pre-loaded with all of the killing instincts, they just need some socialization.

To be honest, you’re something of a runt, but in Gaz’s line of work especially, little things can kill things much bigger than them just fine.

You’re kitted out with a sheepdog’s collar. It has outward prongs to protect your neck from the teeth of other creatures.

Your tactics as a duo are tricky. You claw your way up the body of the colossal beast, biting and scratching as it begins to panic and thrash. This diversion frees up Gaz— he has the time and opportunity to line up his crossbow and shoot the dragon where it can kill it, right in the soft underbelly when it rears up to throw you.

He always saves you a healthy portion of the dragon’s meat as a treat. When you’re not working, your pronged collar is replaced by one that glitters and gleams with the scales of different dragons. You and Gaz have matching earrings made from dragon bones, blessed for your protection.

[lady-quen]

Cannot Hold It When It Thaws

"An angel falls to their hubris. It's a story as old as time. It's a story you already know, under countless names and through countless retellings. But knowing doesn't change anything; Soo-Won was more aware than most. And she knew that they would know she knew - and that scared her more than anything.

This is the day Jormag's heart freezes over."

[Pre-canon drabble, 2k words, Soo-Won and Jormag-centric. Angst. Exploration of Jormag's affection and corruption. No trigger warnings that I can think of, aside from a low-detail description of drowning. Art and writing is mine, Guild Wars 2 belongs to Arenanet. Dialogue inspired by Gen 3 Legendary Weapons. Divider graphic belongs to @soulbeastdragon. Keep in mind this is merely my interpretation of these characters :) Enjoy!]

"I want to make them permanent, Mother. I want to make them last."

"You know you can't do that." She smiled - in the sense that she radiated warmth, something that would perhaps best be described with a single word. Dragons could be infinitely complex, after all. "That is their beauty. They are fleeting. And so, their eyes are uniquely open."

"There is no beauty in passing. And yet.. it's gone. You unmade it. Why? Why did you close its eyes?"

Soo-Won could only linger in silence, dark eyes as unfathomable as the ocean. She knew well that the true depth of existence could not - and would not come easily to her child, not when they were so young. Perhaps, that was her curse. Either alone beneath the sea of stars, or surrounded by little things who only reasoned as little things could. Specks of light, innocent flickers of pure magic. Innocent, but destined.

The small dragon pawed at the ground, attempting to gather close the dust that once was a creature. A fruitless effort, with massive claws not fit to be this gentle. "It's still alive, you see? I can undo it."

"He. Not it. Please, let go, now. His soul found silence at last."

"No, no... It's not silent—you aren't listening closely."

Her tail softly brushed aside arms that had no real will to stop her, sweeping the last of the dust away. Finally allowing the once-mortal to scatter to the winds. The crystalline sparkles shimmered as they sailed the sky, a soul bidding its - his - last farewell.

"They are not... suited to our lifetimes, my child. Their minds cannot last, even if their bodies can be made to. Even if you make them pristine forever, they will not last. That is not their will."

"But I did not force them." The young dragon chirped, head turning in puzzlement as their already brilliant mind worked overtime behind sad blue eyes. "I asked it. I asked him. He agreed. But you unmade him. You took him from me."

"It's wrong, baby." She nuzzled her dragonling, wishing only for the depth of her love to soothe the turbulent soul. "Just because he agreed does not mean he knew what he agreed to. He can't have known. Us Dragons are of a different type of existence. Seeing things through our eyes, ah... well, I'm not surprised he..."

He broke, she wanted to say. But she couldn't. Not with the way they looked at her, resentment building behind those same orbs that once adored her.

But they finished it for her. "That he broke, Mother? How did you know? How COULD you have known? You didn't even ask him."

"My baby - they always break. It's inevitable -"

"You didn't ASK him like I DID!" Jormag boomed, breath coming in heavy pants from between jagged fangs. If a thing such as them could cry, she felt their eyes would be shedding waterfalls. "And you didn't ask now, either. If he wanted to live. No. You simply unmade him."

The matron of the ocean shrank away. Fear permeating an ancient body, an emotion she hadn't truly known until that moment. Even though she foresaw it, even though this fate was written in stars older than even herself, it was a different matter entirely to simply know and to experience it firsthand.

Her child. One of the only creatures she felt she truly, wholly, loved - and they lay destroyed in every timeline. The massive whorl of her body spasmed with terror.

The first thing that went was always their heart and there were no words she could possibly say to heal it. She ran a billion worlds through her mind and there was not one, not one life in which they understood.

Jormag simply continued to gaze into their mother's eyes, hitched, raspy breaths slowly evening out, like a stormy sea mellowed out into a calm. Before she knew it, they were as unshakable as a statue yet again, that same cold persona of reason they had since grown into.

"I see. So you've embraced fatalism." They commented, in an almost condescending manner.

Like they thought she wasn't even worth conversing with.

Like she was a relic who could not possibly understand. And yet, she did. She comprehended it all, every facet of it, and it was ever-so-slowly killing her. A deathless thing, watcher of every world that was and ever could be. And she was killing her child, too.

Soo-Won was glad mortals did not have to bear this burden. Yes, their minds were small, so very delicate - but they held a view of life no Dragon could hold. Something that only came with this same fragile grace, a flame burning bright before flickering out into the night. And so, she tried.

It would be futile. Again.

It was always futile, but she loved them and could not help trying anyway.

"The Cycle is life and death. Things come, and they go." The tip of her tail moved, a soft motion of rising and falling. "There are seasons in this world, my child, and it is our duty to guide their dance. Even the oldest ice thaws, and then comes spring. Can you not hear the birds sing..?"

"When the birds sing, the rot sets in."

The world was an enormity even she could not hold. Oceans would forever remain her home, but Tyria was so much more than endless waters. And so, in order to encompass such wealth of life, she bore that which granted her this name - this curse. Mother.

Lifegiver. As it all did in this world, their existence was spawned from water. As much as they rejected her, in the end, their domain would remain the very closest to hers. She could already feel the low growl building in their throat.

"You wallow in entropy and call it renewal." The scion hissed, stalking lightly back and forth like an ambush predator. "Cycles within cycles... grinding everything to dust. Does that make you happy?" The tip of their tail twitched, the only part of her child's body which so readily betrayed emotion. She thought back to the times they'd hide their tail under their form so that Primordus could not read their annoyance, and once again, she smiled sadly.

"It's not entropy." Though it may have seemed that way, it was the only way the world may continue. "It's balance."

She did not have the heart to answer the question.

"It's so delicate, but it repeats itself forever." The adolescent dragon mused. "Why? Why destroy something just to replace it? What about this carnage says balance to you?!"

Cycles upon cycles. She had no answer. Or, rather - she did, but not one that would ever soothe them. This glass-frail heart, so eager to chip, shatter and break.

"Why can't they.. stay forever with me...? I cannot hold this love of mine when it thaws. I cannot..."

"Jormag... love comes and goes. That is its beauty."

"There is NO beauty here! It's obscene."

She stilled. Every fin, every whisker. So too did her words still between her jaws, not even a sigh escaping their monumental clutches. The hand of her mind retreated when she felt Jormag's own slap it away. It felt cold.

It stung.

"All you had was the quiet void in which you dwelled. All those years in the abyss. Not even your domain is kind. Bring a mortal down there, and it ruins them in seconds and lingers while they scream. There is no sound as their lungs fill with water. The pressure crushes them. Warps them into shapes unfit for life." The scion spoke, in a droning, monotonous voice. A perfect façade for all the pain they kept - hidden just beneath the surface. Their voice, the only thing that could set it free, but continuously refused to do so.

"Down there, in your home, nobody would even hear them scream. But not in mine. In mine, I will be there. I will listen. Always. And I will talk. I will make sure they know they are never alone. Not even for a second."

"Jormag!" For once, she was forceful. Her own voice crashed into theirs like a tidal wave. "You are what will ruin them!"

Her offspring recoiled, betrayal briefly shining in cerulean orbs - no, there was more. A bubbling, seething hatred, an emotion of unparalleled intensity that ill befitted her gentle child. That explosive rage remained, coiling and writhing like a serpent, before it slowly warped into something more insidious. There was disdain, mockery even. "Oh..? Have I troubled you? Replace me, then."

"I cannot -"

"Cannot? So you WOULD have done so if you only could, hmm? I see. Am I broken in your eyes as well, Mother? And if so, since when?"

Since forever. As they all were. But she could not bear to let them know. Her imperfect children, spawned from a womb which failed them. But in the end, they would know that she knew, and that scared her more than anything.

"..Why can't you love me, Mother? Where did I go wrong? And when? Tell me the exact moment. So that I.. may make it immortal."

Their mind smirked at hers. Just for you, dearest Mother.

Stop.. please, just stop.

But they would not. No, they would not. For that was their destiny. Their great, terrible, self-wrought identity: and yet, she did not stop them. It was not hers to take away the choice they made - kept making - in every life. Her gut twisted, a familiar hurt burrowing through her vibrant body, her fraying spirit. The event horizon sneered at her distant gaze.

"You never loved any of us. It was all a deception so that we may fit your purpose. Enact your grand design which you forced upon us. But that is alright, for my voice is my own. I will speak my truth, not yours. And I will make this choice everyday. For as long as I breathe." Jormag continued, every word as sure as an avalanche falling. As a dagger caressing flesh before sinking in. "And I will ask a question you had never once asked any of us."

"Is this what you want?"

Their words were loud. Her thoughts were quiet. But she already knew. Oh, from the beginning of time, she knew.

"...And they will answer: Yes. Oh, yes. I do."

The scion turned, and she felt it like a wound. The splinter of ice that burrowed into her soul, never to leave. The final farewell from their own bleeding, shattered heart. Her only keepsake of Jormag, the Kind, who would become everything but.

White wings opened, and each feather sang like a winter wind. "Goodbye, Mother." The title sounded like poison in their mouth. "As always, you've left me nothing to mourn."

They were not the first to leave, but it hurt all the same knowing that the home they shared was home no longer. If a thing such as her could cry, her eyes would be shedding waterfalls.

You let this happen. Never forget that.

I won't, dear child. She could only watch as they departed. She could only ever watch, after all.

I will remember for as long as I breathe. For as long as my thoughts last. For as long as my mind keeps its vigil over this world. She felt her soul quiver, an earthquake at the bed of the seas.

And I will sing your name in my dreams, for as long as my voice is still my own.

[littledragondork]

My third dragonborn oc, Silver-claw is in another timeline from all my other ocs, and he is the only one who never gets his happy ending.

Silver-Claw was ambitious and powerhungry most of his life, but was only amplified 10 fold when he learned of the dragonblood flowing though his veins. He took it to mean the gods had great plans of power and conquest a waiting him which he is correct in some ways.

He kills Alduin, as he was destined to, but feels nothing at the victory.

So he keeps going.

He runs the Thives Guild into the ground, leaves the remains of the Dark Brotherhood to rot, ignores any pleas from the Companions and College of Winterhold.

He aids the vampires in their conquest of the sun only to rip them apart from the inside.

Silver-Claw becomes champion of just about every Daedric prince, leaving them all to argue and fight amongst themselves over his dragonic soul.

He helps the Empire win the civil war in Skyrim but only to attempt his own failed coup, causing him to have to flee to Solthiem where he attempts to take care of a thorn that's been in his side for a while now.

Silver-Claw and Miraak have a good fight, but Miraak is smarter than this arrogant fleabag and gets the upper hand. Dtealing his Black Book and abandoning the Khajiit to his eternal fate in apocrapha, only to find the world isn't how he left it and crashes under his own attempts at control.

Hermaeus Mora doesn't like to loose his prizes, even if he groes bored of them so he ensures this one will never leave.

Legends say is you were to enter Apocrapha now, crying can be heard across every corner of the Daedric plane, like an eternal song. Looking up you may be most unfortunate to see a dangling corpse, displayed by the Prince like a trophy. Skin dried and beginning to peel away, muscle, fat and tissue melted away, deep dark groves in the skull where the bodies inky black tears have fell for so long. The bodies bones having broken and healed far too many times to count, in one lost desperate attempts at escape.

Maybe, just maybe. You may hear the body speak. Only one thing will they say.

"I'm sorry."

[blujaydoodles]

Hi! I'm Jay (she/ her) and I do DnD/ OC art! Sometimes! When the mood strikes and the moon is right! These are mostly silly doodles, or sometimes art or comics about game moments or roleplay excerpts. My main OCs' tags are directly linked below, but all characters (including friends' OCs and NPCs) are always tagged by name; eventually I'd like to do a nice About page for all my sundry little guys, but in the meantime please feel free to ask about any of them if you're curious!

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Hungry for truth(yandere!Thatch x Reader) Inspired and written by/with @quinloki and 💧 anon

Fists for Family (Rayleigh x child!Reader x Shakky)

Special Treasure (Rayleigh x child!reader x Shakky)

Embracing Feelings and Family (Rayleigh x winged!child!reader)

Tree Escapades (Rayleigh x child!reader x Shakky)

Adventures in the past ( Roger pirates x child!reader)

Midnight Lessons (Mihawk x child!reader)

Papa to the Rescue (Mihawk x child!reader)

Teasing Distractions (Mihawk x child!reader)

Picky Eaters, Tricky Givers ( Mihawk x sick!child!reader)

Baby Feathers (Mihawk x winged!child!reader)

Failed Takeoffs (Mihawk x winged!child!reader)

Tough Swordplay (Mihawk x Winged!Child!reader)

New Begginings (Mihawk x Winged!Child!reader!), Part Two~

Escape, Friend, Return (Mihawk x Winged!child!reader x Zoro, Sanji)

Fruitless Negotiations ( Mihawk x blind!child! Reader)

Baking Fails (Mihawk x winged!child!reader)

Repercussion Stance (Mihawk x child!reader)

Sandy Bonding (Crocodile x Dracule!child!reader)

Circus Escapade (Cross guild x Dracule!child!reader)

Ghastly Cuteness (Perona x child!reader)

Clumsy Ghostly Guardians (Law x child!reader)

Breaking the Cycle (Law x child!reader)

Lost again? ( Heart pirates x child!Dracule!reader)

Thiefs in the making (Chopper x child!reader x Nami ft Sanji)

Unexpected Visit, Unexpected Family (Ace x child!reader x Luffy)

Sleeping Techniques (Shanks x child!reader x Beckman)

Wandering Dragon (Whitebeard pirates x dragon!reader x Revolutionary army) Part 2

His One-Piece (Whitebeard pirates x reader)

Stolen Help ( Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)

Parties and falls ( Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)

Claws out (Whitebeard pirates x Cat!Reader)

Stuffy Meetings (Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)

Puppy Love ( Shanks x child!reader x Whitebward pirates)

Enemies Yesterday, Babysitters Today (Whitebeard pirates x Dracule!winged!child!reader)

Lost Birds ( Red Haired Pirates x Dracule!child!reader)

Monkey Sitters (Dracule!child!reader)

The tale of Cats and Birds ( Zoro x reader)

Secretly Lost ( Zoro x child!reader)

Delivery for One (Crocodile x pigeon!reader) , Part two Part three

Rise of the Usurper (Doflamingo x pigeon!reader)

Guide in the Darkness (Smoker x blind!child!reader x Fujitora)

Eyeliner (Eustass kid x sibling!reader)

Killer Timeouts (Eustass Kiddx sibling!reader x Killer)

Soaked Set-up (ASL x sister!reader)

Revenge and Teasings (ASLx sister!reader)

Sickly Cuddles ( ASL x sick!sister!reader x Shanks)

Chiefs and Brothers (Sabo x Sibling!reader)

Lasting Memories ( Shanks x child!reader)

Pest Problems ( Shanks x Mouse!reader x Benn Beckmann)

Bye Family, Hello Family ( Luffy x brother!reader)

Bombs Beware (Ussop x sibling!child!reader)

Instincts or Recklessness (Marco x reader)

Cure for Inflictions ( Marco x Reader)

Chilly Prisoner ( Kuzan x hellhound!reader Part 2

Lost Sight ( Sanji x child!blind!reader)

Ghostly Mishief ( Sanji x ghost!child!reader)

Hunger and solicitude (Brook x ghost!child!reader x Sanji)

Insubordination and Cynophobia (Smoker x Kitsune!Reader)

Lost ways, Found people (Smoker x reader)

Little Gardener's Pirate Odyssey (oc!child x one piece characters platonic)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,Chapter 4

Little Stowaway Wanderer (Oc!child x whitebeard pirates)

Chapter 1

Little Stowaway Wanderer (child!Reader x Whitebeard pirates)

Chapter 1

[book--brackets]

Fledgling by Octavia E. Butler (2005)

This is the story of an apparently young, amnesiac girl whose alarmingly unhuman needs and abilities lead her to a startling conclusion: She is in fact a genetically modified, 53-year-old vampire. Forced to discover what she can about her stolen former life, she must at the same time learn who wanted-and still wants-to destroy her and those she cares for and how she can save herself.

Weaveworld by Clive Barker (1987)

The Fugue, a magical land inhabited by descendants of supernatural beings who once shared the earth with humans. The Fugue has been woven into a carpet for protection against those who would destroy it; the death of its guardian occasions a battle between good and particularly repulsive evil forces for control of the Fugue.

Fractured Fables by Alix E. Harrow (2021-2022)

It's Zinnia Gray's twenty-first birthday, which is extra-special because it's the last birthday she'll ever have. When she was young, an industrial accident left Zinnia with a rare condition. Not much is known about her illness, just that no-one has lived past twenty-one.

Her best friend Charm is intent on making Zinnia's last birthday special with a full sleeping beauty experience, complete with a tower and a spinning wheel. But when Zinnia pricks her finger, something strange and unexpected happens, and she finds herself falling through worlds, with another sleeping beauty, just as desperate to escape her fate.

Midnighters by Scott Westerfeld (2004-2006)

A few nights after Jessica Day arrives in Bixby, Oklahoma, she wakes up at midnight to find the entire world frozen. For one secret hour each night, the town belongs to the dark creatures that haunt the shadows. And only a small group of people--Jessica included--is free to move about then. They are The Midnighters.

Pet by Akwaeke Emezi (2019)

There are no monsters anymore, or so the children in the city of Lucille are taught. Jam and her best friend, Redemption, have grown up with this lesson all their life. But when Jam meets Pet, a creature made of horns and colors and claws, who emerges from one of her mother’s paintings and a drop of Jam’s blood, she must reconsider what she’s been told. Pet has come to hunt a monster—and the shadow of something grim lurks in Redemption’s house. Jam must fight not only to protect her best friend, but also uncover the truth, and the answer to the question—How do you save the world from monsters if no one will admit they exist?

The Book of the New Sun by Gene Wolfe (1980-1987)

It is the tale of young Severian, an apprentice in the Guild of Torturers on the world called Urth, exiled for committing the ultimate sin of his profession - showing mercy toward his victim - and follows his subsequent journey out of his home city of Nessus.

The Supernaturalist by Eoin Colfer (2004)

In the future, in a place called Satelite City, fourteen-year-old Cosmo Hill enters the world, unwanted by his parents. He's sent to the Clarissa Frayne Institute for Parentally Challenged Boys, Freight class. At Clarissa Frayne, the boys are put to work by the state, testing highly dangerous products. At the end of most days, they are covered with burns, bruises, and sores. Cosmo realizes that if he doesn't escape, he will die at this so-called orphanage. When the moment finally comes, Cosmo seizes his chance and breaks out with the help of the Supernaturalists, a motley crew of kids who all have the same special ability as Cosmo-they can see supernatural Parasites, creatures that feed on the life force of humans. The Supernaturalists patrol the city at night, hunting the Parasites in hopes of saving what's left of humanity in Satellite City. Or so they think. The Supernaturalist soon find themselves caught in a web far more complicated than they'd imagined, when they discover a horrifying secret that will force them to question everything they believe in.

Dragon Slippers by Jessica Day George (2006-2009)

Poor Creel. She can't believe her aunt wants to sacrifice her to the local dragon. It's a ploy to lure a heroic knight so that he will fight the dragon, marry Creel out of chivalrous obligation, and lift the entire family out of poverty. Creel isn't worried. After all, nobody has seen a dragon in centuries.

But when the beast actually appears, Creel not only bargains with him for her life, she also ends up with a rare bit of treasure from his hoard, not gold or jewels, but a pair of simple blue slippers-or so she thinks. It's not until later that Creel learns a shocking truth: She possesses not just any pair of shoes, but ones that could be used to save her kingdom, which is on the verge of war, or destroy it.

Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook by Christina Henry (2017)

There is one version of my story that everyone knows. And then there is the truth. This is how it happened. How I went from being Peter Pan's first--and favorite--lost boy to his greatest enemy. 

Peter brought me to his island because there were no rules and no grownups to make us mind. He brought boys from the Other Place to join in the fun, but Peter's idea of fun is sharper than a pirate's sword. Because it's never been all fun and games on the island. Our neighbors are pirates and monsters. Our toys are knife and stick and rock--the kinds of playthings that bite. 

Peter promised we would all be young and happy forever. Peter lies.

The Elric Saga by Michael Moorcock (1965-1977)

It is the color of a bleached skull, his flesh; and the long hair that flows below his shoulders is milk-white. From the tapering, beautiful head stare two slanting eyes, crimson and moody... He is Elric, Emperor of Melnibone, cursed with a keen and cynical intelligence, schooled in the art of sorcery and the hero of Michael Moorcock's remarkable epic of conflict and adventure at the dawn of human history. 

[average-ravnican]

I know I have talked shit about the guilds, I should probably give some of my gripes, with them, huh?

Gruul: they just tear shit down, and cause chaos, which is fun for a few days, but they never stop. Also, if you’ve ever been in a mosh pit with one, they will intentionally throw elbows and hands trying to start a brawl.

Golgari: I don’t like bugs. I have a phobia, and unfortunately it makes the entire guild suck. Also, if you buy anything off them, it’s definitely laced with something. 100% of the time.

Boros: part of the issue is the whole persecution of the Guildless, part of it is the fact they’re a guild full of cops, and part of it is the fact they have literal angels in the guild so they feel justified in their shitty takes.

Azorius: what I said about Boros being cops? Yeah, that except the cops are also legislators, actively voting for the police to be more powerful. Also, they FINED ME FOR EATING

Orhzov: Ghost capitalists. I don’t think I need to say much more, other than that for some reason we literally allow them to enslave ghosts and we’re cool with that??? If anyone enslaved a living person, we’d be pissed, but if they’re dead it’s cool?

Rakdos: other than the murder, I guess they’re fine. But it’s like hanging out with your friends from school who got really into music and drugs and never got a personality.

Izzet: other than being a dragon’s cult of personality, and having a literal murderer as their current leader (am I the only one who remembers when Ral killed the Izzet champion of the maze? So he could go instead? He did that in front of a crowd.) and the fact that a disproportionate amount of goblins have “research” accidents on their watch, its being surrounded by gifted kids who need to be the smartest in the room.

Dimir: for self preservation reasons I will not say anything about house dimir.

Simic: similar problem to Izzet, but they also just want to stick tentacles or crab claws on everything. I had a friend who transitioned with the combine, and she’s happy, but she also does glow in the dark.

Selesnya: I won’t get into the personal reason I dislike them, y’all aren’t ready for that story, but it’s almost a joke. “We prefer unity and harmony and peace and will FUCKING MURDER ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF IT” (looking at you Trostani)

Not all of these organizations are bad, I just don’t understand why our government is run by all of them.

[avoskorm]

[Character as Companion Meme]

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1. Character name Jovus Hassildor.

2. Age At the start of Veilguard, he's 254 years old. How long do the events of the game actually take? Who knows?

3. Faction Technically none, but he does occasionally work with the Shadow Dragons. Unofficially.

Back home he was a Dark Brotherhood assassin, with ties to the Thieves Guild.

4. Religion None. His approach to religion is Complicated.

He was a True Believer of Sithis and the Night Mother for a long time, but was disillusioned by the cult when they lost their way.

He doesn't believe in the Nine, but he knows they exist. They just don't do much of anything, so why bother worshiping them?

He doesn't believe in Thedosian gods at all. He's met a couple, and they're assholes.

5. Pronouns/ gender identity Male, he/him.

6. Romantic/ sexual preference(s) He's pansexual as hell, but tends to prefer men. I thought for a long time he was aromantic but I guess not lmao. Demi, maybe?

7. Country of origin Cyrodiil, specifically the city of Skingrad.

8. Where they call home That's also complicated lmao.

He's Colovian born and bred, and wishes he were back home, but also doesn't. At this point it's probably safe to say "wherever Emmrich is" pretty much lmao.

9. Voice/ accent He has a medium/ low voice with a Standard Imperial Accent. Basically Wes Johnson but like a tone lower.

10. Faceclaim Richard Armitage. He just needs a more hooked nose, and I guess slightly darker skin? (Jovus has olive skin now I guess, it seems to change with every cutscene lmao.)

11. Weapon(s) of choice Crossbows, short swords, and daggers were his tools of the trade back home. Also his wolf form -- those claws and fangs aren't just for show.

Now he relies mostly on magic -- generally runes, and summoned weapons. And, again, his wolf form.

12. Armour/ clothing of choice I've written up clothing descriptions, eight whole-ass armour sets lmao

Usually leathers, if he wears armour at all. He prefers loose fitting, light armour/ clothing for mobility, and less to rip when he turns.

He likes low cut shirts, or button-downs with the top few buttons left undone. My boy needs a tit window.

13. Casual/ camp wear Again, loose fitting clothing. With tit windows.

14. Jewellery, piercings, tattoos, scars He doesn't wear much jewellery since he's afraid to break it when he turns, but he does eventually accept (and wear) jewellery gifts.

Silver earrings (he thinks it's funny). After he and Emmrich get together, he wears a gold ring on a leather cord as a pendant -- but only around the Lighthouse. The ring was a gift, and that was a compromise. He doesn't want to break or lose it, and of course he over-complicates the whole thing lmao

No tattoos, since he was an assassin and figured having tattoos would be too conspicuous. He's considered getting runes tattooed on his arms rather than having to painstakingly paint them on every time he needs them. Whether or not I decide to do this depends on how much I hate commission artists, I guess lmao.

Scars on his face from werewolf claws, which was the point of entry for the lycanthropy infection.

15. Character select animation [Closes fist across his chest in salute, head bowed]

[One fist on hip, the other hand waved dramatically; short bow; grin]

16. Posture/ idle animation Straight-backed walk, head held high, light footsteps.

Stands with legs slightly apart and hands clasped behind his back, at ease. Could be mistaken for military if not for practically everything else about him.

Cracks knuckles, rolls shoulders, flicks claws, summons a dagger and picks his nails.

17. Combat dialogue - winning 18. Combat dialogue - losing 19. Combat dialogue - MC at low health I've made a whole-ass post of his combat barks lmao

20. Environmental dialogue And a post with location dialogue lmao

21. Romance dialogue I'm going to cheat and post some Fake Party Banter \o/

(Yes, I'm "cheating" at the meme I wrote myself, deliberately vaguely at points. I'm diabolical, I know.)

22. Interaction with other companion - liked Fake Party Banter ahoy.

23. Interaction with other companion - disliked Woe, Fake Party Banter be upon ye.

24. Quest-specific dialogue I wrote his recruitment quest. It's relatively short, and less a quest than a "cutscene."

25. Sense of humour Dry and sarcastic. And how. Sometimes self-deprecating -- he knows he will get dog jokes thrown at him lmao.

Especially by me.

26. What does their laugh sound like? He generally has a low, full-body belly laugh, and it's really not difficult to make him do that lmao.

27. Items they will never be without He will never be without a pair of bracers. It's more a form over function thing, since they're probably not that protective, but still.

Things you will find in his pockets/ hip satchel:

A notebook (and pens)

At least one (1) set of lockpicks

Clean bandages

Rosin

A clay jar of olive oil

Soap

28. [Character] Approves

Careful planning

Sarcasm

Punch That Warden

Petting animals (first instance)

Freeing slaves

Killing Venatori

29. [Character] Disapproves

Not considering the fine details

Repeated use of dog jokes (after one or two it can get tiresome)

Slavery

Letting the the Mayor of D'Meta's Crossing go free

Deviating from a plan

30. Fears Losing people. Spiders.

31. Animal you associate them with It would probably be a cop-out to say "wolf," wouldn't it?

32. Element you associate them with Water. Never still. Very pretty. Monsters dwell within.

33. How do they react to stressful situations? Depends on the stressful situation. Life or death struggle? Game face. Spider in bedroom? Shrill screaming.

34. Can they think on their feet? Yes, though he much prefers not to have to do that. He prefers a well-laid out plan that he can follow to the letter. Admittedly, this never, ever happens.

35. Can they cook? Yep. He's quite good at rich foods, and sweets (he has a sweet tooth). You'd better like garlic and olive oil if you eat his food. (Greek, Roman, and Italian Imperial influence hell yeah.)

36. Do they romance anyone else if not romanced by MC? ~Emmrich~

37. Can they play an instrument? Yep! That's almost his primary skillset lmao.

Violin, piano, lute. Generally "just" strings, since there's a lot of overlap between them.

38. Do they have a day job outside of Saving the World? He's a performer, and works the Dock Town circuit whenever he can.

39. How do they sleep? Badly. His beast blood keeps him from restful sleep, for the most part, so he's up at random hours of the day and night. He sleeps better with Emmrich.

40. Free space - 2 random facts

He's a (un)living radiator; he can't feel the cold, and is constantly radiating heat.

I'm like 90% sure he's autistic with ADHD lmao.