#Dragon's Reach [Petra]

[fademirrored]

top left: petra early in Inquisition top right: petra late in Inquisition bottom: petra around Trespasser

[artemismacaron]

Character Page for my OC Dustin Mercewood!

Character Details and Background:

Details:

Dustin is polyamorous and pansexual.

He enjoys writing letters to his friends, partners and lovers.

Dustin is a pacifist, not *completely* by choice. He doesn't enjoy getting into fights but he also doesn't care to learn magic more than making traveling easier for his job.

Dustin has to keep himself in shape, his stock is heavy. He carries his stock in a backpack, in addition to a cart in certain continents.

A former lover of his is who inspired him to take up trading.

Dustin currently works for the Covenant of Draconian Templars. He works as their trading liaison and as a Caretaker.

He is best friends with Petra and their sister LeNoire.

Background:

Dustin left his homeland to give his life a change of pace, his family being more interested in trying to climb up the social ladder. Their constant need for status eventually drove them apart. Dustin grew to disdain them and once he reached his adulthood, he cut contact and left.

Despite their differences Dustin did appreciate the socialization skills he developed due to his parents constant insistence of attending as many Elvish gatherings. Unlike his parents however, he always found pleasure in just meeting new people, going to new places, learning all the local gossip, and doing the occasional odd job.

After a century or two of wandering and heartbreaks, he found himself at the doorsteps of a secluded mountain covenant. Their sworn purpose is to protect dragons who chose a life of pacifism or need refuge from being hunted. His occupation there is as a Caretaker of hatchlings and older dragons.

[theearlgreymage]

Okay, but, Snow for Christmas was a fucking TREAT!

Can we please discuss how precious it was? And how I need MORE after reading it.

I'm dropping spoilers below because I've reread this 5 times while at work today and need to let my emotions out.

Baz and Simon having regular lunches with Fiona? Please give me those dialougues. Gimme a fucking screen play of nothing but their lunches

Simon regularly practicing his sword skills AND distracting Baz? You cannot convince me this isn't a flirting tactic doe Simon. Let me read about Simon seducing Baz via a sword 😏

ALWAYS KISSING GOODBYE? MY HEART CANNOT.

Okay, but I also want more family drama from the Grimms and Pitches. Uncle Cyril? Tell me what this man has done to find himself on the wrong side of Malcom Grimm and Simon Snow. Spill that tea. (I will always map Baz's entire family tree if you let me.)

The sofa is PINK!! Need I say more?

Wing Flap Shirts!! I'm so glad our dragon baby finally has clothes he can wear without needing magic. NOW. Which one of you lovelies is drawing this?

"He reaches up and carefully starts to loosen my tie. He's become very skilled at this over the last few months." 😏😏😏

Baz internally swooning at EVERY thought of Simon being his boyfriend.

Simon being a GOOD boyfriend and immediately being up for another dinner with Baz's family. For Baz. Because he's so GOOD

Baz referring to Lady Salisbury as Simon's grandmother? ADORABLE. Lady Salisbury being cool with Simon and Baz bring "as gay we want. We can be extra gay, as a treat." YES. GIVE THESE BOYS A KIND FAMILY FIGURE WHO ACCEPTS THEM WITH NOTHING BUT LOVE. Please give me more visits with the Salisbury family. I need the wholesomeness.

WHERE CAN I READ ABOUT FIONA AND NICOS WEDDING!?!?!?

"We could be married with children --" "Could we?" PLEASE GIVE THEM A FAMILY

Can I get more fanart of Baz with his siblings. Because they are precious little things. And I need more of Petra and Sophie climbing Baz like he's their personal jungle gym. I need more pre-teen Mordelia spending wholesome time with her brother. I need to see Swithin climbing this fucking Tibetan mastiff. Thank you very much.

Can we please give Rainbow Rowell a massive thanks for giving us a more detailed description of Malcom Grimm finally??

I will foot the entire fucking production crew to have that dinner recreated for the screen. I would sell my soul to a Demon like Shepard if it means I can have a quality holiday special of that dinner. Fucking. Hell. Baz IMMEDIATELY grabbing Simon to ground him. Simon SUPPORTING HIS MAN and holding his hand. SIMON BELIEVING IN BAZ THAT HE'S GOT THIS DINNER IN THE BAG AND JUST SERVING BAZ FOOD. Malcom and Daphne crying and pouring drinks over Baz finally finally finally getting to eat dinner with him. Sophie getting gravy in her hair.

And can we also discuss the fact that this scene proves that these little girls know their big brother is a vampire? And they still adore him? They still climb all over him and practically beg for his attention? That these girls just want to spend time with their brother and aren't afraid in the slightest of him?

FANG BACKSTORY BREAKING MY FUCKING HEART. Baby Baz fucking hiding in the barn. Terrified. And Fiona just fucking supporting her nephew. I 100% cried during this scene.

Edit Add cause I somehow forgot to mention : Simon's fucking obsession with Baz's fangs. Like. Honey. No, his family does not want to watch him drain a deer. That's just you.

"I think I got drunk with Baz's dad at dinner." Had me rolling.

Backtracking. WE HAVE CAREER OPTIONS FOR SIMON. And so help me. I would refuse to talk to this man too if he tried to join the RAF or police force. Like. He really needs to address this hero-savior complex with his fucking therapist. For fucks sake. Stop trying to save people Simon. Just get your fucking fork lift license and RELAX.

Really. Die Hard? Are we shocked?

THE. FOREHEAD. KISS.

End of discussion. (But really. Discuss. Because I am feral right now. And I cannot focus on writing lesson plans in this state.)

[alpydk]

RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 4 outfits they would wear

Loved the idea of this @beesmiley so going to share my own <3

Nana - The Changeling Ranger / star of my fanfic who I love so much I have to share her any chance I can get.

Songs

Outfits

Nana's only ever cared about her appearance when needing to fool over so would probably just go for anything comfortable or practical. I can even see her in Gale's tower in a large hoody with ice cream.

As for more formal Galesque-type outfits, she'd still want something practical but she'd also want to stun him a little. (Yes the dark blue is Petra from Jane the Virgin)

I should probably tag people but this was very much just for my enjoyment!

[beyond-mortal-limits]

FFXIVWrite 2024 - Day 7: Morsel

(Warnings for gore and violence)

Out of all the things she’d expected, an inquisitor turning into a dragon really should have been higher on the list. The stupid bitch had transformed in front of dozens of witnesses, and now the only problem was how many people she’d kill before she was brought down.

The solution was easy, of course - hang onto her and be a fucking nuisance until she ran out of blood first - but Melisie was making it closer than it had to be. Petra felt her aether geysering out of her in multiple sprays, trying in vain to restore her body, and it was only a matter of time until she ran dry and started to die. She also felt a lot of fucking pain, and she was howling in hazy red rage as blood gushed from between the giant fangs partially embedded in her shoulder.

Melisie’s teeth were threatening to crush her pauldron, now. The bitch was trying to bite clean through her arm, and armoury plate was never designed to stand up to this kind of shit. Rolling around on the ground screaming in pain while she waited for her arm to grow back would give Melisie every opportunity to crush her - Petra had to get nasty first before it happened.

The longsword was... somewhere, but she still had her shortsword on her hip - and even though it made her vision flash colours to do so, she swung it up and around into whatever she could reach. Clear fluid splattered down, and Melisie made an anguished squeal while the plate began to buckle in her jaw - Petra looked up and saw she had burst one of her eyeballs. Scrabbling with her feet for purchase, swinging around off her ruined arm while large black circles danced through the air, she managed to swivel and swing and stab-

Melisie screeched, and finally opened her jaws. Petra fell to the ground with a wet clatter, fumbling to remove her crushed pauldron. Still having most of her arm, Petra only needed to roll around on the ground and scream a little bit until her shoulder re-knitted and the pain finally relented. With both eyes burst and leaking, Melisie could only scream and blindly flail in place, unwilling to move far lest she plunge straight over the fence and into the mists under Ishgard. The Watch and Knights began to inch closer, slowly closing in a wide ring around the thrashing dragon. All she had to do was revert to human form and she’d have eyes again. Petra screamed at her.

“TURN BACK YOU STUPID BITCH OR I’LL DO WORSE.” 

[msweebyness]

Miraculous Barbie: Nathaniel as Rapunzel

Here it is, the first entry in my Barbie movie adaptation series, with Nath in the lead role! Enjoy! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

"Love and imagination can change the world."

CAST:

Nathaniel Kurtzberg as Rapunzel

Marc Anciel as Prince Stefan

Alix Kubdel as Penelope

Petra Markov as Hobie

Cash as Gothel

Phillipe as Otto

Alim Kubdel as Hugo

Penny & Alyssa Anciel- King Frederick/Stefan’s Mother

Kiran Anciel as Princess Katrina

Aya Kurtzberg as King Wilhelm

And so our story begins…

In a manor deep in the woods, there lived a young man named Nathaniel, fair as they came with long, beautiful red hair that reached to the floor.

The manor was concealed from the outside world, not only by the dark and monster-filled forest, but by a magic wall that stretched high into the sky, so high you couldn’t even see the top!

It was here that Nathaniel lived, working as a housekeeper for Cash, a callous and cold nobleman who was skilled in dark sorcery. Nathaniel was expected to keep the house in perfect order, with every nook and cranny spotless and a boatload of chores every day.

Nathaniel had been told by Cash that he was abandoned at only a few days old in the woods, and had been raised by Cash as his own since then, and that it was for this reason that maintaining the house was the least he could do. (Cash also had his sleazy pet ferret, Phillipe, who was a constant nuisance.)

Nathaniel had lived most of his life as a servant, but at the very least he had his art supplies to pursue his greatest passion: painting! His room was filled with beautiful images he had created with his brushes, many of the kinds of places he wishes to see someday. He also wasn’t lonely, because he had his two best friends. Alix, a young dragon who would one day be bound to serve Cash as her father, Alim did. And Petra, an anxious but well-meaning rabbit.

Daring and restless as she was, Alix longed for nothing more than to fly over the top of the magic wall and soar over the lands beyond. But Alim forbade it, positing that his daughter was too young and too inexperienced a flyer, which frustrated Alix to no end. Petra would often use her sensitive hearing to alert Nathaniel when Cash is returning so he can put his painting away, as the man often derides it as a “waste of time”.

One day, while Nathaniel is preparing Cash’s tea, Alix, while trying to use her still developing fire-breath to assist, accidentally knocks into a statue, which opens a passageway to a secret lower level of the manor. Nathaniel goes down to explore it, followed by an eager Alix and a nervous Petra. While down in the foreboding cellar, they discover invitations to various balls addressed to Cash…and an old painting of him with a red-haired woman, whose face has been slashed out.

But their most intriguing discovery by far, is an old ornate box containing a gorgeous and intricate silver hairbrush. What’s most striking about it is the inscription on the back: “Constant as the stars above, always know that you are loved. To our dearest son, Nathaniel, on his first birthday. With love forever, Mother and Father.” This confuses Nathaniel as it conflicts with the story he’d always been told by Cash.

He’s interrupted from considering this further when Cash calls for him, vowing to return later and investigate the room, as Petra and Alix work to get the room back in order, placing things back where they found them. But Nathaniel takes the silver brush with him. It says it belongs to him after all!

When Cash lays down for his afternoon rest, Nathaniel returns to the secret cellar, still thinking about the message on the brush. But when Petra accidentally startles Alix, causing her to punch a hole in the floorboards with her foot, Nathaniel discovers a secret tunnel that seems to lead away from the manor! Assuring his friends he’ll return soon, he goes to investigate.

Emerging from the tunnel, Nathaniel finds himself just outside a lovely little village that sits by a beautiful castle. Deciding to explore, he meets many of the villagers and is surprised by how friendly everyone seems to be. He almost feels at home here, even though he’s never left the manor before, and he finds himself wanting to stay and see more!

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Alix and Petra are worrying about their friend, waiting anxiously for him to return. Alix is contemplating flying over the magic wall to go try and find Nathaniel, when Petra alerts her that her father has arrived and is looking for her. Alix goes outside to meet him, and the two have the same argument they have many a day about her being too young to fly over the wall, leading Alix to storm off angrily as she’s still worrying about her best friend.

As Nathaniel goes for a walk by the river, he happens upon three children playing in a grove, the young Prince Kiran, and his two friends, Chris and Manon. But when Kiran goes over to fetch some apples from a tree for their horse, he falls into a pit trap in the ground, dangling above a deadly tangle of briars! Nathaniel rushes over to help, while Chris and Manon ride to find help as well. Nathaniel gets ahold of Kiran’s hand and manages to pull him up, only to lose his balance and nearly fall in himself! But someone catches him just in time…

It’s then that Nathaniel meets Prince Marc, Kiran’s older brother, who thanks him for helping the boy. While the children ride off to continue playing, Marc and Nathaniel begin to talk. Nathaniel states that this is his first time in the village and it’s certainly been exciting. Marc then asks if he comes from the kingdom of Queen Aya, explaining to a curious Nathaniel that she was the one who had ordered the pit trap to be set, going on to explain the years-long feud between her and the rulers of this kingdom, Queen Penelope and Queen Alyssa, who Aya claimed had done something unforgivable to her. Nathaniel asks why they can’t just talk and clear the air, but Marc sadly posits that they seem to be long past the point that that’s a possibility.

Hearing the three children begin to argue, Marc goes to check on them, as Nathaniel hears the clock in the village chime and realizes he needs to hurry back to the manor! Marc returns to find that Nathaniel has already left, wondering if he’ll get to see him again and realizing they never even exchanged names, but unbeknownst to them both…Phillipe happened to be wandering the village that day, and spotted Nathaniel, ready to report to his master!

Meanwhile, back in the manor, Nathaniel tells Alix and Petra all about the village and how wonderful it was. He tells them about the man he met, but when Alix asks his name, Nathaniel comes to the same realization that Marc did…just as Cash enters, inquiring if he had a pleasant trip today. Nathaniel asks the man why he never told him about the village, and is told that it was for his own safety, to protect him from the ‘evils’ there.

Cash then demands the name of the young man Nathaniel met in the village, but when Nathaniel tells him he doesn’t know, Cash accuses him of lying. When Nathaniel repeats that he doesn’t know because he didn’t have time to ask, Cash uses his magic to demolish Nathaniel’s paintings and his art supplies. When Alix and Petra try to defend Nathaniel, Cash threatens to harm them with his magic until Nathaniel insists they don’t know anything, and quickly sends them away. He tells Cash that he can’t keep him locked away forever, and in response, Cash transforms Nathaniel’s room into a tower, with no door. He calls for Alim, who he instructs to guard the tower, and tells Nathaniel that when he returns, he expects to be told the name of that young man.

Back in the village, Marc is returning to the palace, promising to help Kiran with his archery once he finishes speaking with their mothers. He enters the throne room where Queen Penelope asks if he’s had any luck finding the young man who saved Kiran, as they would like to express their thanks. When Marc reveals he hasn’t seen the redhead anywhere, Queen Alyssa wonders if he could be one of Aya’s spies. Marc doesn’t believe so, or else he wouldn’t have risked his life for Kiran. It’s reported by a page that there was no sign of Aya’s forces. Alyssa prepares to lead her own raid and tells Marc to be ready. He agrees, but something is clearly on his mind…

Returning to the manor, Nathaniel is still trapped and is now suffering from nightmares. But as he wakes from one, he reads the inscription on the back of the silver hairbrush, and resolves that one day, he will be free. But as he’s sleeping that night, the hairbrush is magically transformed…into a paintbrush.

The next day, Cash visits the village in disguise and learns that there is to be a ball for the elder prince’s birthday, while the knights of the kingdom report to Marc that they still haven’t had any luck finding the young man with the long red hair. Just at that moment, Marc and his mothers ride into the village to discover the aftermath of a terrible attack by Queen Aya’s men. Unbeknownst to them, Cash faked the attack with his magic, wanting to hurry a declaration of war along.

Back at the manor, Alix and Petra are using berries, vegetables and leaves from the garden to make new paints for Nathaniel, while contemplating how they could possibly help him escape. They bring the new paint to Nathaniel, who is incredibly grateful and discovers the transformed brush. But when he goes to use it on the wall, he discovers that it creates the images in his mind, without him even needing paint! And when a butterfly flies out of the image he painted of the village, and then Petra seems to fall through it, that’s when he discovers that this magical paintbrush can create portals…

When Nathaniel passes through the painting/portal, he ends up in the same grove where he met Marc…who just so happens to be there eating lunch, and is ecstatic to see him again! It’s then that Marc finally learns Nathaniel’s name, but Nathaniel insists that it’s better if he doesn’t learn Marc’s just yet. The prince is confused but agrees.

Nathaniel then shows Marc the paintbrush, asking if he can help find out who made it, in the hopes that that person may know who his parents are. Marc takes him to the silversmith, who recognizes the brush as the work of his brother, who unfortunately lives in Aya’s kingdom and who he misses terribly, as no one has gone between the two kingdoms since the beginning of the feud. Nathaniel is disheartened, but resolves to keep looking.

Back at the manor, Petra hears Cash approaching, and Alix panics, knowing that it he comes to the tower to discover Nathaniel gone, her father will pay the price! Petra goes to stall Cash while Alix travels through the painting to find Nathaniel.

Back at the palace gardens, Nathaniel gives Marc an invitation to the Masked Ball in honor of ‘the prince’s’ birthday, and Nathaniel agrees to come. Just then, Alix appears in the garden, through the painting/portal, and Marc draws his sword, thinking she’s dangerous because, well, dragon! But Nathaniel assures him Alix is his friend. Alix pleads with Nathaniel to return to the tower at least long enough that Cash won’t punish her father, and Nathaniel agrees, promising to return for the ball. He paints a portal back to the tower, arriving just in time.

Now back in the tower, Cash demands once again to know the name of the man Nathaniel met, and once again is told he doesn’t know. Angry, Cash tells the boy he can rot in the tower for all he cares. Nathaniel tells Alix that they all need to leave that night, and Alix must convince her father to come too.

Back at the palace, Marc is taking a stroll with Queen Penelope, and hesitantly asks if he might be permitted to invite Queen Aya as a gesture of good will, a step toward ending the feud. Penelope refuses, telling him peaceful resolutions are impossible with all that’s been done. This was the answer Marc had feared, and he doesn’t know what to do.

Back in the tower, Nathaniel uses the magical paintbrush to create a beautiful violet gown for himself, with Alix and Petra presenting him with an intricate mask to match the dress. But just at that moment, Cash appears and compliments Nathaniel, only to cut his long red hair off, and destroy both the painting/portal and the magical brush. He then casts an enchantment on the tower: "Tower, tower, do your part, never release your prisoner with a lying heart! Here for as these words are spoken, this fearsome spell can never be broken!" Blaming Alim for allowing Nathaniel to escape once again, he chains the dragon to the tower with magic. He then leaves to attend the ball, disguising himself as Nathaniel using the hair he sheared from the boy.

Back at the palace, Queen Aya has arrived in secret and is planning to launch an attack to make Queens Alyssa and Penelope pay for what she believes they’ve done, once and for all!

It’s then that Cash arrives at the ball, disguised as Nathaniel, and is spotted by Marc. Marc follows him and is led into the castle’s hedge maze, only for Cash to reveal himself, letting Nathaniel’s long red hair fall to the ground. Marc demands to know what the man has done with Nathaniel, but Cash only fires at him with his magic, forcing Marc to flee.

Alix goes to visit Alim, and begs him to help her help Nathaniel, explaining how the boy came back to prevent Cash from killing her father for letting him escape. Alim theorizes that if Nathaniel hasn’t been lying to Cash about knowing Marc’s name, then the spell shouldn’t keep him in the tower. So Alix flies up to Nathaniel, and sure enough, he’s able to pass through the magical barrier. While Alim is still apprehensive about his daughter being ready to go over the wall, he understands it’s what must be done, and Alix flies over it for the first time, carrying Nathaniel and Petra to the palace to try and stop Cash.

Back at the palace, Cash continues to pursue Marc, being sidetracked by Kiran and the other children. He fires a spell at Kiran, only for Marc to pull him out of the way, stalling Cash by dropping a banner on him. Meanwhile, in the ballroom, Queen Aya arrives and engages in a battle of swords with Queen Alyssa, while Queen Penelope evacuates all the guests.

Cash then enters the ballroom, and Aya recognizes him, with Marc questioning this. Aya explains that she knew him many years ago, they had been good friends. This infuriates Cash, who proclaims that they were more than friends, that they had been in love. Aya states that she was never in love with him, she saw him as a brother, and Cash states that she will pay for this ‘once again’, which confuses Aya.

Instead of explaining, Cash asks Queen Penelope why she and her wife despise Aya, with the Queen stating that Aya attacked their kingdom and people without cause, which is furiously refuted with the claim that they had stolen her son, which Queen Alyssa angrily denies. Cash then reveals that Alyssa is telling the truth…he stole the young prince. A furious Aya demands to know where he took Nathaniel, with Marc immediately recognizing the name. Cash states that where he is doesn’t matter as she will never see him again.

Only for Nathaniel himself to arrive with Alix and Petra just as Cash is about to blast everyone with his magic, demanding that he stop making everyone suffer. Cash refuses and blasts the chandelier, setting the ballroom ablaze, with Marc helping Nathaniel to escape. The two, along with Alix and Petra, lead Cash into the gardens, tricking him into entering the painting/portal of the tower Nathaniel left behind earlier.

With Cash now imprisoned forever due to all the lies he has told, the battle has been won. Nathaniel reunites with Aya, who apologizes to Alyssa and Penelope for all the trouble she caused them. The Queens accept her apology, knowing they would have been just as distraught if Marc was stolen from them.

Speaking of which, Nathaniel and Marc got to know each other better and started a beautiful relationship that lasted for five years before they were happily married and moved into their own castle by the sea, with Alix, Petra and Alim all living the good life there.

And they all lived happily ever after!

Their love will be Constant as the Stars Above! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs, and watch for the next installment!

[neoninky]

TWST Fic: 'Her Devoted Shield' Chapter 2

Not gonna lie this chapter was a bit of a challenge BUT here it is!

I will be updating the links on my Masterlist for anyone who may have missed a chapter or would like to read my other stories - everything to stories, art, random silly posts are linked there. You can also find all my writing on my AO3 page.

For anyone who wants to read this story but hasn't played through the Diasomnia chapter in the game, just a heads up - there are references to the game canon in this chapter and will be in future chapters. Just FYI. Likes, comments, and reblogs (not reposts) are appreciated as always!

Chapter 2: Breaking Through the Silence

Petra fell face first into the soft bed, letting the pillow consume her exhausted sigh. This entire week had been the longest 'day' of her life. The night was quiet save for a chorus of crickets outside her window. Astrid made sure Moselle got settled in before returning to her room. Tai also had his private room, but he always stayed in the gardens until late into the night. Petra never questioned it. He had been that way as long as she knew him. She could see him once again sitting quietly under the moon as usual. Her thoughts about the meeting with Reine would be keeping her up, so who was she to judge? Ultimately, she came to the same agreement between Rollo Flamme and Reine. That didn't stop the anxious gnawing in her gut, however.

"I don't know if this is a viable possibility as of right now. However...what about Briar Valley? At the very least, Moselle is already acquainted with Malleus Draconia, so there will be one less stranger waiting for her." Rollo Flamme couldn't think of any other place on the planet safer for a fellow dragon fae than the last place he wanted to send Moselle to. It wasn't a guaranteed option either, but where else could a dragon like Moselle live and thrive? 

"Briar Valley?" Petra felt the words prick at her like their name's sake. Everyone turned their attention to her, waiting to hear her thoughts on the suggestion. It wasn't too outlandish aside from the fact that even she knew very little about the fae kingdom that neighbored her own. The princess thought, slowly piecing together her case. 

"Well, most dragon fae do live there so it's not a terrible suggestion. The only other place for a dragon community would be The Land of Red Dragons, but I don't think they would accept her. At least not from what Tai's told me. The Long that rule there are dragon fae but not like the Draconias or other Briar dragon fae..."

Like people, Petra learned, that not all dragon fae were alike, and not all societies operated the same. Especially when it came to outsiders. The ancient Long were once a powerful empire of draconic fae that ruled over other fae native to their lands and kept their territory separate from humans. Nowadays, they were regarded as mighty guardians and lived peacefully alongside humans. People even regarded the remaining Long as gods to pray to for prosperity or protection. Their world was peaceful but elite. They were the only dragons in the land and they wanted to keep it that way. The chances of a foreigner like Moselle being welcomed there were improbable. "Our treaty with Briar Valley is fairly new. This and Moselle's previous introduction to Lord Draconia may give us some leverage, even so, we must tread carefully. The situation seems very tempestuous," Reine's expression was serious but still reserved a bit of hope for Rollo's sake, "However, I agree with Monsieur Flamme. This is the best course of action. I will reach out to Queen Malefica tomorrow and start the process, if at all possible." 

Rollo gave his deepest thanks to Reine for her help before the call ended. As soon as the mirror darkened, Reine sat back on her throne with a troubled sigh. Petra felt the same energy wash over her as well. 

'Tempestuous' was an understatement even to those on the outside. Riddle and Petra had both been there during Malleus' overblot episode all those years ago. While the situation was resolved before it could spread further across the ocean, Sage Island wasn't the only one affected. The sleeping curse had spread offshore and onto Sacred Crown's island as well. Reine was spared from being in the epicenter, thankfully, as she was in the Rose Queendom at the time. Whether or not Malleus knew the girls' school was affected too was unknown. Later on, when Petra asked her classmates and friends about it, most couldn't remember exactly what happened just that they had all fallen asleep for an extended time and experienced strange dreams. Night Raven had kept things quiet enough that the truth never reached the other island's shores. So the following year, everything was normal on the surface: classes, exams, festivals, none of the female students of Sacred Crown were wise to what had happened and their friends from NRC didn't speak of it. Only Petra saw it in their eyes whenever with her friends from Sage Island. They had been told to keep quiet.

Like them, Petra had to pretend not to know the truth. She had been there, right there, on NRC's campus when it happened. Lilia had sent her an invitation to his going away party and her headmistress gave her permission to go to Sage Island for the ocassion. Petra already had mixed feelings about the event. She didn't know what made Lilia decide to leave the school and set off elsewhere. She wasn't told where exactly he was going either. Even so, in the short time, they had known each other, Lilia and the other Diasomnia boys had become dear friends to her so naturally she wanted to show up for him. And then it happened. Petra had trouble falling asleep ever since, never knowing if it was her dream she was having or the one someone else put in place for her. That night wasn't any different. 

-

"What do you think of him, Petra?"

Petra was barely awake during her breakfast with Reine. The young queen had something, or rather someone, on her mind and asked to have a meal with the one person she knew she could discuss it with. Even in her dazed state, Petra knew who Reine meant. 

"I haven't seen him since that time," Petra stared into her teacup, "But honestly, I think Malleus is a good person deep down. That's what I want to believe anyway. I don't think Silver, Sebek, or Lilia would have fought as hard as they did if he wasn't. Why do you ask?"

Reine's smile was colored with sadness, "I believe that my dear friend has been suffering for a long time for reasons I cannot understand. I also believe that he's been suffering even more since that night." 

The tired princess tried to hide her guilt, but her face was too honest. The rose queen sipped her tea before lowering her voice, "I will not pry, Petra. What you, Silver, and Sebek experienced within the dreams is none of my business. I'm just glad you all made it back safely. However, if you need to talk to someone about it, we have many healer mages trained in counseling." 

This wasn't the first time Reine had made this offer to Petra and it wouldn't be the last. It wasn't that she was ungrateful, it was just that everything she saw in Lilia's dreams seemed far too personal and tragic to discuss with anyone not directly involved. She even felt like an intruder just being there alongside Silver and Sebek.

"Thank you, Reine, but I'm fine," A half lie if there ever was one, "I've gotten so used to keeping everything a secret anyway." 

Reine poured herself some more tea before adjusting the topic just enough to not, hopefully, overstep, "I understand. I imagine Silver and Sebek feel the same way," she smiled saying their names, "I do miss them. I hope they are well. How long has it been since you've seen them?"

Petra hesitated, her brain stuck in the memories of following them both through the dreamscape, "Uh...not since we graduated I think. I haven't been able to stay in touch with them since I left home." 

Even after they were all out of school, Petra immediately plunged into her crusade so naturally they had lost contact. She never admitted it but Petra did wonder how the two were doing.

"And...Tsunotaru?"

Petra nearly choked on her tea making her and Reine laugh at the nickname, "Oh Seven, I haven't called Malleus that in years!"

What had started as a joke during the girls' initial visit to the Night Raven campus had quickly turned into a full-fledged nickname for the fearsome prince of Briar Valley. The girls thought it cute and endearing. The boys? They nearly passed out when they found out what Petra had decided to call the 'tall guy with horns' she kept seeing outside their temporary dorm's windows, not knowing who he was at first. True, Reine was the first one to befriend Malleus Draconia, but Petra formally introduced herself to him during the ball on the last night. Well, as formal as the tomboy prince could muster anyway. Petra laughed at the memory.

She was dancing with Silver when Malleus joined the girls on the dance floor as they flocked around him like curious little birds. This caught the bewildered eyes of his schoolmates who normally avoided him like the plague. Clearly, these girls were insane. And then it happened. Petra joined the little group along with Silver and Lilia and made herself known to Malleus...by walking right up to him, no hesitation in sight, and greeting him. 

"Hey Tsunotaru! It's nice to finally see you face to face!" She laughed with the smile of one who stepped right over decorum without batting an eye. 

Had there been a record player in the room at the time, it would have scratched tremendously as the words left her mouth. Everyone within hearing distance all froze in shock all at once. 

"TSU-TSUNOTARU?!"

Malleus stood wide-eyed before breaking into a wide smile and hearty chuckle, "Is this what you wish to call me?"

Honestly, Petra found the nickname just as funny, "If you don't mind, sure!"

The proud fae's eyes narrowed with amusement as his grin turned a bit mischievous, "Very well, Child of Man."

Petra groaned in second-degree embarrassment at the memory, "And THEN you tell me who he is AFTER the fact even though you knew it was him right away!"

Reine giggled brightly, "Oh come now, it was adorable! And Malleus was very fond of it, wasn't he? He kept responding to it all night and every time you two saw each other after. He even kept calling you 'Child of Man'. He never called any of the rest of us that. He must have been quite fond of you. Poor Sebek though." 

Petra's eyes playfully rolled as soon as she heard his name again, "Oh good grief, that boy was so mad!", she quickly mimicked the grumpy crocodile's furrowed brow and boisterous voice, " 'HUMAN! HOW DARE YOU REFER TO MALLEUS-SAMA WITH SUCH BLATANT DISRESPECT!! RAWR RAWR RAAAAW!'"

Riddle heard his wife's laughter down the hall. When he entered the atrium where the two young women sat, Petra was using her hands to imitate a toothy maw as she continued to make fun of Sebek's enthusiastic nature. 

" 'Furthermore! Did I mention how grand Young Master Malleus-sama looks today, HUMAN?! Cease what you are doing this instant and let me tell you the tale of how Malleus-sama elegantly brushed his majestic fangs this morning!! I should know I was there! COUNTING each brush stroke! SUCH TECHNIQUE!' "

Reine was nearly in tears from laughing so hard, "You're terrible!" 

Riddle did his best not to laugh as he cleared his throat loud enough to be heard.

"Oh good morning, darling," she wiped her eyes and calmed her laughter.

"Your Majesticness," Petra gave Riddle a playful half bow from her chair as she settled back in with a cat-like smirk. 

The redhead kissed his wife on the forehead before apologizing, "I don't mean to interrupt a flawless Sebek impression-," This made Petra snicker, "-however, I just wanted to let you know that the mirror is ready and Her Majesty Queen Malefica has agreed to an audience this afternoon." 

Reine thanked her husband before he left the two old friends to their privacy. The unsettling anxiety returned and Reine noticed before Petra could even think of hiding it, "Petra. What is troubling you? You've seemed uneasy ever since Briar Valley was brought up yesterday."

The rose queen had a way of speaking to her friends and loved ones that was both comforting and discreetly authoritative. One as headstrong as Petra had little defense against it. Reine sat poised and ready to listen. Great Queen of Hearts knows she could and would wait as long as she needed.

"I'm just concerned for Moselle," Petra was treading lightly, "I mean...it's hard to say what the night fae are like. I only know Lilia and Malleus. I'm sure they would both treat her well. But...from what I can tell she's..." 

Petra had many great qualities: bravery, loyalty, dependability, and good-natured humor, she had all of that in spades. The ability to express deeper emotions or even comment on emotionally vulnerable topics? Here is where the princess struggled. People like Astrid and Reine were far more suited for those things. Reine knew this about her friend for years and offered her a lifeline.

"You're worried about her ability to adapt, yes?" Petra visibly relaxed now that Reine understood her, "I am a little worried myself. From what you and Tai found out about her, she hasn't known anything about the world outside Fleur City. I imagine she is hundreds of years old much like the fae in Malleus' kingdom, but their culture is very sophisticated and traditional. It may be a bit overwhelming for her." 

The princess grimaced at the word choice, "And by that you mean full of hoity toity nobility and their ridiculous rules and expectations? Doesn't sound too different from human monarchies..." 

At face value, Petra was speaking to both her and Reine's experiences only. In truth, Petra clearly remembered the Senate and their attitudes towards those outside of the royal family during her time in the dreamscape. They were cold, harsh, and ugly to poor Lilia when all he wanted to do was help Malleus. She hadn't known Moselle long but the thought that the dragon fae may be treated the same made Petra feel sick. That and as much as she believed Malleus to be a good person at heart, what if that same senate, that same society changed him?

"Reine, can I ask you something? About the Draconias?"

Reine watched as whatever was weighing on Petra dimmed her usual light, "What is it?"

Petra felt the words clutter up in her mind. A million questions kept writing, erasing, and rewriting themselves on her tongue that couldn't seem to untie itself. In the end, she settled for the elephant in the room. The room being the entire hush pulled over Malleus Draconia's swift disappearance from school life and the rest of the world.

"What...what happened to Malleus? Do you know? I mean, I get it if it's top secret royalty info or something but...wasn't he supposed to be the next king after he left school?" 

Petra had assumed that to be the result, especially since the dragon was far beyond the typical school age. As soon as the Overblot was resolved, Petra was immediately ushered off Sage Island and back to her own school. There were no goodbyes, no explanations, only her vow to keep silent on the situation altogether. The next time NRC opened its campus was the following semester when the juniors had, presumably, left the campus for their internships. Any mention of Malleus Draconia was dismissed with some vague answer that implied he did the same.

Reine's expression reflected the gravity of the truth. She slowly stood up and spoke to Petra in a hushed voice, "I think this conversation is better continued elsewhere." 

She beckoned for her friend to follow her to the throne room. 

- 

The once entirely ivory hall was now a rich mixture of white and red after Reine had taken over. Any servants or guards that were in the area were quickly dismissed as the two royals entered. Reine seated herself before continuing, addressing the confusion on Petra's face. 

"You already know how important reputations are in noble courts. I don't want to provide wandering ears or loose lips with ammo against our newest ally. Especially when Malleus' reputation is already severely wounded." 

Reine sat poised, clearly aware of the power anything she said held, inside or outside her walls. Petra quietly sat by her throne, ready to hear what the queen had to say. 

"I don't know all of the details but I do know that Malleus has been kept from taking his place as king for these past five years. This is why his grandmother, Queen Malefica, is still my point of contact. I gather that...the powers that be in Briar Valley saw him unfit to rule after everything that happened," Reine's eyes were incredibly sad as she spoke about her dear friend, "This is just speculation, but no one has seen him since the Overblot, yes? ...I don't think he was allowed to stay at Night Raven after that. I haven't even seen him through my communications with Briar Valley either. I have a feeling, he's being isolated as a punishment."

"They're treating him like a criminal?!" Even keeping her voice down, Petra's shock still ripped through her whispers.

The queen placed a gentle hand on Petra's shoulder, to comfort herself just as much as her friend, "I can't say for sure. I don't like whatever is happening, but this is beyond me or anyone outside of the kingdom. I hope things are changing just from the treaty between the Rose Queendom and the Valley. This is the first they've opened themselves to the outside in several hundred years." 

Petra couldn't argue with that, "That is true, I guess. They haven't even opened their gates to my kingdom and we're on the same continent. Can't say I blame them, given...ya know...history."

History textbooks around the world talked about the infamous Human-Fae war that happened hundreds of years ago. Petra grew up hearing the stories she thought were true as a child from her people. She learned the hard way that you cannot put faith entirely in history books written by those who survived the war. In word of mouth, King Henrik's side of the story was passed down from generation to generation as a fallen hero to many and a greedy brute to others in the minority. Petra still had nightmares about what he did in Lilia's memories. Her father, King Bernhard, never said much on the matter. He always preferred to look to the future, not the past. Remembering her father made Petra suddenly feel light-headed.

"Petra? You look...very tired. I think you should rest today," Reine helped Petra to her feet, "Don't worry about the meeting. I will fill you in later." 

-

Petra felt deja vu hit her as she once again flopped onto her bed, face first. She didn't want to argue with Reine. She knew she needed to sleep but getting a peaceful sleep was still a challenge. She lay there in silence and let her thoughts skitter around like invisible beetles as her eyes grew heavier. Petra remained asleep for only a moment before the nightmares overwhelmed her again. A scream was pushed out of her lungs like air pushing against dark waters as she flailed to break back into the waking world. Before she even opened her eyes fully, she heard a familiar voice.

"Petra. Petra! Wake up!"

Tai's concerned face focused into view as Petra's heavy breath regulated itself. The fox sat on the bed at Petra's side, brushed his ward's hair from her face, and gently pulled her close to him as she calmed down. 

"Tai...?"  her voice shook with uncertainty.

"I'm here, pup. You're awake."

After a few assurances and fresh water, the two sat on Petra's bed together. Tai had been with her on this journey every step of the way and saw her like this often. Any time he insisted she tell him what was going on, she refused. Unfortunately for her, Tai had been through his share of stubborn wards before and enough was enough.

"Petra," his tone turned firm and serious, "Tell me what is going on."

She looked away, ready to deflect, when the fox gently cupped her chin and made her look at him, "Please talk to me. Whatever it is, you've proven your strength. You shouldn't have to break your back just to make a point, pup."

He released her once her eyes told him she was ready to open up. The fox listened without interrupting for as long as she needed him to. When she needed more water, he fetched it. When she struggled with her words and needed a moment to collect them, he was patient. She told him enough about her experience in seeing what had happened to Malleus' family, to Lilia, and even fighting against the raging dragon fae to save him from the horrifying Overblot. She told him how it all still haunted her. What she did not tell him was the dream Malleus had placed her in. He didn't ask. In the end, Tai just grinned about one detail in particular.

"Silver and Sebek," he tested out their names with a teasing air, "Sounds like you three are close?"

At this point, one of Tai's fluffy fox tails was out, swishing back and forth playfully. Petra felt awkward and huffed, knowing what the fox was getting at, "They're just friends."

"Friends you've never told me about before now. Male friends. Interesting..."

"I've had guy friends before!" 

The fox's wry grin deepened at Petra's defensive tone, "Yes when you were a child. You constantly tried to keep pace with the knights and the other boys your age around town. Then you became a teenager and blossomed into more of a young lady..."

Petra groaned and used the pillow to shield her face as Tai continued.

"And suddenly boys started taking a different interest in you. One that you had no desire to reciprocate whatsoever. So it's nice to hear that somewhere in the world, there is at least one young buck that doesn't repulse you. Two in fact, miracles of miracles."

"This is why I didn't want to tell you," Petra's muffled voice groaned through the pillow, "you always make these things weird," she finally came up for air with an even more tired expression, "We're just friends."

Tai's grin weakened as he moved the conversation along, "And the...other one? The one who dreamed about the past?"

"Lilia," Petra laughed, "He's a hoot. I think you'd like him a lot. Turns out he's Silver's dad. Well not biologically, but you know what I mean. I figured he was older being a fae and all but damn." 

The fox's tail stilled and his chuckle was a bit muted, "He sounds like an interesting fellow. They all sound like a close-knit group too. Which begs the question, are you afraid of possibly seeing them again?"

The notion made Petra freeze up, not exactly in fear, "Wha-I mean, no, not exactly. It's just that...if, IF, the royal family allows Moselle into their kingdom, she'll be all on her own." 

Tai watched every signal Petra's body language was giving off, big and small, as he listened to her. He knew she was scratching the surface of her true anxieties, but perhaps that was enough for now. This was also something Tai had been broading over since the possibility was brought up. He figured now was as good a time as any to make his suggestion.

"She doesn't have to be. If she does decide to go that is," he saw something light in the princess' eyes, "If Moselle is given entry and decides to take it, I imagine she would like to have familiar support to go with her. And while it's not the same...it is close to home, pup. Home that neither one of us has seen in almost half a decade." 

Petra inhaled and exhaled roughly, "You do have a point..."

The fox gently rubbed her back to put her at ease, "Let's see what our rose queen can do before we get too ahead of ourselves first, hmm?"

-

King and Queen Rosehearts stood before the mirror ready and waiting when the doors opened for Astrid. The petite healer bowed to them both before approaching to stand beside them before the mirror. 

"How is she doing, Astrid?" 

"Incredibly well, Your Majesties! Moselle's appetite is on  the rise and she's been doing vocal practices all morning," Astrid was brimming with soft sunshine, "She's currently resting in the garden pool as we speak." 

The relief was palpable between the three humans. Reine especially, "Excellent. Hopefully, we can ensure a future for her today." 

As the queen spoke, the surface of the mirror began to ripple. In place of Malefica stood her advisor, a dragon fae man with a calm mature expression that clashed with youth. As with many fae, his hundreds of years were hidden by a face that couldn't be a day over twenty-eight at most. He was a quintessential fae of the night: deep obsidian eyes, long rich navy colored hair, and dark twisted horns atop his head. Unlike the royal family that wore their hair down with ornate crowns framing their horns and brows, his hair was tied up in a silken tail with a few silver adornments on his horns to show his status as the queen's right hand. Reine had only spoken to him once or twice before but greeted him cordially just the same.

"Lord Nocturne, thank you for meeting with us today." 

The dragon fae gave the young queen a graceful bow, "Your Majesties, it is an honor as always."

His voice was deep baritone, clear gravitas in its canter. His dark eyes ticked over towards Astrid who gave him a practiced bow. 

"This is Astrid Piperita, one of our trusted healer mages," Reine introduced her with a clear hint of pride, "She will be contributing to our discussion today." 

"Miss Piperita, a pleasure," Lord Nocturne nodded to her before continuing, "I apologize that Her Majesty Queen Malefica is not present. She is feeling a bit under the weather as of late. Do trust anything you have to say will be relayed-" 

The distant sound of large metal doors opening rang in the background as a commanding voice interrupted the stoic fae. Queen Malefica brushed aside the small fae servants who fussed over her as she walked into the room. In her old age, she still carried herself with dignity and command despite her much slower pace.

"Borlean, you dare hold official council with our ally without your queen present?" Her words held a moderate bite towards her young advisor but no true anger. The young dragon remained unruffled as he greeted his queen. 

"Not at all, Your Majesty. I was merely greeting the Rose Queen on your behalf," the advisor offered his hand to Malefica to properly seat her on the throne behind him before stepping aside.

The ancient queen addressed the three humans with grace before cutting right to the quick, "I understand you have an urgent matter to discuss, Rose Queen."

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will not waste another moment of your precious time," If Reine felt any nerves under the imperious dragon's gaze, she hid them flawlessly, "We are  currently hosting a dragon fae who was rescued from poachers and an exotics collector after years of imprisonment." 

The dragon queen sneered in disgust at the mention of this 'collector' and poachers, "Utterly deplorable. May they all suffer for their brutal savagery. Was this poor fae one of ours?"

"No, Your Majesty. She is a dragon of a different kind. She comes from Fleur City, in the Shaftlands, but cannot return home, unfortunately. She is without blood relations as well." 

"Alone in the world without a clan or mate. A pity," Malefica sighed as certain details stood out, "Fleur City, you say? What is her name?"

"Moselle, Your Majesty," Reine's hope that the name rang a bell for the dragons was satisfied as something sparked in Malefica's shrewd gaze. 

The elder queen pondered before addressing her advisor directly, "Borlean. Do we know of any Shaftlandian fae by that name? It sounds familiar..."

Lord Nocturne seemed to be weighing his next words carefully while lowering his voice to speak only to her, "I believe...the prince may have mentioned that name before, my queen. Though he hasn't been sociable in some time." 

Some maternal interest suddenly lifted Malefica's serious expression, "Did he now?" 

Reine saw an opportunity to seal the prospect in question and drew the conversation back on track, "If I may, Moselle did have a close friendship with several humans during her time in Fleur City. One in particular, she was very close with. He was the one that alerted us to her situation and informed us of her acquaintance with Lord Draconia during a past visit to the city."

This claim intrigued the briar queen as she received additional confirmation from Lord Nocturne, "His Highness did travel there to an academic summit during his junior year at school." Malleus had strategically omitted the part about Rollo's intended homicide on magic. Reine smiled to herself, making one last push.

"In that light, perhaps Your Majesty could offer a haven to Moselle. After all, Briar Valley is renowned for being the home to many dragon and night fae who have thrived under your esteemed rule, Queen Malefica. Where else could be safer for a lost child such as her?"

In any other case, this would be laying it on a bit thick. Reine, in her cleverness, knew that dragon fae were an especially proud people. At least they had been reported as such by historians. Reine was banking on this information remaining true in the current times. Malefica pondered over the young human's words while her advisor stood silently, watching her with a somewhat expectant look on his otherwise stoic face. It was hard to tell if he liked the idea, but as any good advisor should, he waited for his queen to speak first. Malefica finally answered with resolve.

"I shall like to observe Miss Moselle before I decide. Unfortunately, it is not possible to do so directly. Our ambassador's assessment shall do in my stead. I believe she is already preparing a journey to the Rose Queendom. Borlean will inform her of my decision before she leaves," she gestured to her advisor who saw himself out to do just that, "In the meantime, tell me more about this young fae."

A foot in the door! The three humans sighed in relief before Astrid stepped forward to give the queen more insight into her patient.

-

Lord Borlean Nocturne walked the halls of the dark castle in search of the royal ambassador. After several years of service, he knew the exact places to look. One not being her office. He gave polite greetings to each servant and guard he passed in his quest until he left the main castle and entered the main courtyard just in time to see the changing of the guard. He paid no mind to the captain barking commands to the other armored fae as he continued to the administration's wing. Nocturne's composed expression crumbled into annoyance at the sound of a familiar laugh. That boisterously posh voice signaled his destination. In front of the Senate's chamber stood a proud figure chatting away to the guards refusing to let her inside. 

"So I said, 'Polyester? In this economy?! I think not!' Ha, ha, ahhh...Anyway! I specifically scheduled an audience with the Senate for exactly an hour ago, today, and I do not wish to be kept waiting any longer, thank you very much." 

This was a lie. The ambassador wouldn't schedule anything having to do with the Senate if her life depended on it. Regardless, Borlean approached in his usual quiet steps as his presence made the guards stand at attention faster than a Draconian lightning strike. 

"Is that so, Ambassador Valida?" 

The shorter fae woman turned on her heel with a self-satisfied grin, "There he is! Lord 'Boring' Nocturne finally gracing the peasantry with his untimely presence!"

Ambassador Valida was easily towered over by the dragon but always carried herself as she believed a lady should: with the grace and elegance of a prima ballerina standing center stage, commanding the attention of all within the room. She was the finest ambassador the royal family could ask for, after all: charming, well-spoken, and always engaging and witty with her audience save for the man currently before her. That was the impression most in the castle had of her. Borlean, however, saw her as she was: a chattering little raven fae obsessed with pomp and circumstance and taking as many jabs at him as possible like her bird namesake pecking at an eagle. Where she saw a rivalry, he barely noticed her unless he had to. The ambassador, in her own words, preferred to lead by example and took the current fashion from each country she visited to show solidarity while also 'bringing a bit of flare back to this gloomy kingdom'. Today Valida was dressed to the nines in a prim suit, dripping in ruffles and ribbons, and a top hat pinned into her jet-black curled hair, clearly prepared for her journey to the Rose Queendom. Why a pitstop to harass him and the Senate had to be on the itinerary now of all times was beyond him.

"I do not recall any such appointments being made today aside from the meeting with our allies in the Rose Queendom, which I naturally prioritized."

The raven stood unphased, "Resolute as always, my lord. If you could be so kind as to spare me an audience as Senate Representative as well, it would be most appreciated." 

The dragon's eyes narrowed ever so as he leaned down to look the raven in the face, "Imagine if you focused your attention on your duties, Ambassador, just how much more you could gain aside from another tacky frock for your wardrobe," Valida gasped, her cool veneer finally breaking, but was cut off before she could retort, "If you insist on arguing the same case before the Senate once again, let me save you some time. The topic of Malleus' coronation is up for discussion today. A discussion I will be leading and bringing to a conclusion."

"Well, well, it's nice to hear you finally took a page from my book in consideration for our noble prince," the ambassador scoffed only for the dragon to blow a puff of smoke into her smug face, making her bristle and cough roughly.

"I always consider Malleus's welfare in this kingdom's affairs," Borlean resumed his full height and turned his back to the ambassador, "Her Majesty has another task for you. You are to meet a fae by the name Moselle during your visit to the Rose Queendom's royal family and make a proper assessment of her. Focus on that instead of worrying about what the rest of us are doing."

The tall doors to the Senate's hall opened and slammed behind Borlean with finality. The raven dusted herself off and marched away with a huff, "Ha! Just like the old sack of scales to take his time listening to my proposal before presenting it  as his own to the Senate. Typical."

The spectral Senate held court in a large hall, rarely traveling outside of it anymore as their powers slowly waned over time. One of two of them was replaced by living descendants from designated noble houses within Dragonopolis, the ones that remained anyway. Because of this, Borlean acted not only as an advisor to the monarch proper but as the face and voice of the ancient Senate as well. After the truth of the Senate's involvement during the war surfaced, Malefica insisted on flesh and bone support being present and active at her side and Malleus once he took over. Though the remaining pyres had grown weaker, that certainly didn't make them any less opinionated on royal matters. Stubbornness and tradition often caused the living members to agree with whatever point the old Senate stood for, only swaying when their interest lay elsewhere.

"Senators," Borlean addressed the room before taking his place in the  center seat, "I would like to begin right away with our kingdom's most pressing matter: the succession to the throne."

A few disgruntled murmurs already began to brew about the room. One of the large specters spoke over the room, "Our queen has kept the Valley safe and intact for years and remains to do so to this day. The Valley is thriving. This matter isn't of consequence." 

The murmurs echoed the Senator's sentiment. Borlean continued, knowing this was going to be an uphill battle, "I agree that Queen Malefica has given protection and prosperity to our people during her reign. However, gentleman, how much longer must we force the chain of succession to remain a standstill? Her Majesty is well beyond her years of service to her country and I believe Prince Malleus has been waiting long enough. If we continue to halt our kingdom's progress it will fade away into a lost history even more than it already has." 

This caused an upset amongst the other senators. One dragon fae stood, demanding to be heard, "If Malleus takes the throne then our kingdom will fall into ruin even faster! He is reckless! Juvenile! He's already influenced Her Majesty in making a pact with that child from the Rose Queendom! What else will he do to expose us once he is in power?!"

Borlean kept his cool and addressed the fae, "Do you suggest a better solution then?" This was hardly a question. He knew what was coming. "The only solution is that Her Majesty chooses a proper heir from one of the noble families! One that is disciplined, forthright, and puts the Valley's best interest first!"

The hall burst with irate shouts being hurled between the members, some arguing that their houses would be the best choice while others were outraged at the notion of breaking a long-standing tradition even in the face of their clear disapproval of Malleus. Borlean sighed and rested his head in his hand, silently bolstering his sanity. One even more ludicrous notion cut through all the rest.

"My Lord, if the Queen is unable to continue her rule then by rights, you may oversee the throne in her stead! The Nocturne house has always been faithful to the royal family!" 

The furious look on Borlean's face silenced the room in seconds, "That is out of the question. It is not my right nor my place. Senators, do you hear yourselves? It has been five years."

"Five years is but a moment for our people," the old Senators outright laughed in their representative's face, "What difference does it make if it's five, ten, or even twenty years?"

Borlean's eyes narrowed as he dropped his trump card, "And it's been hundreds upon hundreds of years since we lost our late king and Queen Malefica was forced to rule alone. The prince has been nothing if not steadfast in his preparations and decorum. How much longer must he be kept from his birthright? Would you continue to sully the Draconia legacy all for the sake of familiarity? By doing so, you spit on our princess' sacrifice by neglecting her son and refusing her mother her proper rest."

The room fell silent at the mention of the late king and Princess Maleanor. Borlean did not speak of them lightly. He knew what he was doing. When the Senate finally came to a peaceful quiet, Borlean took command of the room once again.

"Senators, it is time that we allow Briar Valley to move forward. Time is molding the world around us and the only one fit to bring our kingdom into an even more prosperous future is Prince Malleus Draconia. We will not heal old wounds and ill repute by keeping him in the shadows forever. It has been said many times by our own Ambassador Valida and I will echo the sentiment one last time. Let it be decided once and for all." 

After years and years of juggling this back and forth, the Senate finally and begrudgingly conceded on the matter. 

"We agree then, Lord Nocturne. We entrust the decree to you."

- 

Before the news was officially announced to the rest of the kingdom, Borlean took initive to tell the one person who needed to hear it the most. Unlike the ambassador, the prince was more difficult to pin down. The dragon fae moved strategically throughout the castle looking for the next best indicator. He spotted two familiar heads of green and silver hair standing about the eastern gardens seemingly guarding the large tree they flanked.

"Silver. Sebek."

The two knights snapped to attention as soon as they heard their names. Sebek bowed to the fae like clockwork, "Lord Nocturne, good afternoon, sir!"

As he grew into his twenties, Sebek had gained some control over his loud voice. Some. Silver was just the same as always minus longer hair he now wore in a short tail at most times, "Good afternoon, my lord." 

Somehow the two boys had both grown taller and even more toned in body. Sebek, especially. Probably due to his unyielding rivalry with Silver. Their armor bore the Draconia family emblem like the rest of the royal guard but was designed to set them apart as Malleus' guards, making them easy to spot.

Borlean's eyes flicked to the tree and back to the two young men, "May I speak with him, please? I bring good news." 

Both of the knights looked expectant and stepped aside for the advisor. When he circled the tree, he found Malleus sitting in the shade, silently reading. With no one else around, the older dragon fae dropped formalities and sat with the prince on the grass.

"Malleus."

"Borlean," a tiny smirk pulled at the prince's lips as he continued to read the page, "You say it's good news today? Dare I hope my dear cousin is being honest with me?"

It was common knowledge that the Nocturne house was the same noble family Malleus' late father, Duke Raverne, came from. It was lesser known that Raverne Nocturne, or Draconia as he took his wife's name, was Borlean's uncle. Borlean preferred to keep it that way seeing as how nepotism was already running rampant in the court.

"I wanted you to be the first to hear, Malleus," his tone barely changed even when he was in familial company, "Your coronation is set three months from now." 

The prince finally lifted his green eyes to look at his cousin directly. His expression was somewhere between surprise and doubt. Before either fae could say a word, they were blasted with Sebek's enthusiastic outburst.

"AT LAST! Malleus-sama! Congratulations!!" Joyous tears prickled at the corner of Sebek's eyes as he and Silver peeked around the tree. 

"Is it true?" Silver looked hopeful but hesitant as he spoke to Borlean directly.

"It is," Borlean answered plainly, "It was decided and put into an official decree barely an hour ago. I wanted you to be the first to know, Malleus."

His cousin was never one to gush or give grand displays of emotion or affection. Malleus had known him to always appear distant and cold on the surface. Borlean always put his duty to serve the crown above all else. This was a point of tension between him and his cousin in the past, especially when Malleus was forced back home. After years of isolation, Malleus had come to understand while Borlean's ways weren't full of obvious warmth, his intentions were good. However, not enough time had passed to put Malleus' distrust in the Senate to rest. He wasn't sure if there was enough time in existence to break that, honestly.

Malleus snapped the book shut and rose to his feet with a guarded look, "I thank you for your efforts, Borlean. I suppose now there is much to do in preparation...?"

The advisor stood, promptly brushing himself off before falling back into his proper stance, "Very much to do. We need your approval on current administration positions, the royal guards, and the like. Any changes you desire to make in the staff you will inherit from your grandmother are better decided sooner than later. Along with some paperwork as well. That said, I believe your mental preparation should take priority today, Malleus." 

It was a long-winded way of saying 'boring busy work' but Malleus still appreciated the last sentiment the most. Borlean bowed to his cousin and turned to go before something else crossed his mind. 

"Master Lilia should be home before the coronation, I believe. There will be a formal celebration ball on the day of, naturally. I'll make sure to sneak his name onto the guest list."

Malleus smirked in amusement at the implication as his cousin and advisor walked back into the castle without another word. Lilia had decided to return to Briar Valley after finishing his third year at Night Raven instead of quitting flat out. After his return, his reputation with the Senate was as sour as ever thus keeping his presence in Dragonopolis scarce. It was thanks to Borlean turning the occasional blind eye that Lilia got to see any of 'his boys' at all once they were all in the Valley once more. And it was thanks to Malleus' change of heart that let Lilia travel to the Land of the Red Dragons. What had once been a decision to permanently move across the world changed into a month-long trip. His reasons weren't entirely clear. Either way, all three young men were happy that their beloved father figure and teacher would soon be with them again. Especially now.

"Lilia-sama will be so happy to hear the news!" Sebek was beaming as he and Silver followed Malleus down the corridors. Silver hummed in agreement though something else crossed his mind.

"It'd be nice to have a welcome home party for him...but now, there may not be time." 

The two knights talked back and forth as the prince's mind wandered. He should feel happy. He was happy, wasn't he? He was finally getting what he had worked towards all of his life. What he wanted...wanted? Was that the right word? He did want it. His grandmother wanted it. His parents before him wanted him to take the throne and continue the royal line just as they had done and just as his children would someday do. It was a natural course of action and a joyous time now that it was finally coming to pass, right?

Malleus frowned at the notion. Finally succeeding his grandmother was a relief and an honor. It was also an incredible burden. He would technically have more power to dictate his life and establish his own rule, but ultimately, the reality felt like his leash was only being lengthened by a small margin. Not to mention the doubling, and tripling, of expectations. He had prepared for this his entire life and continued during his probation, and yet, Malleus felt very little joy concerning his future. Power, prestige, status...a trivial circus of courtship to find a suitable queen that checked all the strategical boxes for everyone around him except for him. Ugh, he was probably looking forward to that part the least. The small taste of a simple, peaceful life away from home as a student and not a crown prince was so distant from his life now that he wondered if it was real. Simple. Easy. Natural...

His heart suddenly ached for those times while simultaneously feeling immense guilt for ruining them in the end all because of his selfish fear of losing them. His heart ached for a time, for people, for a person he had lost.

"Silver. Sebek. I wish to be alone, to rest."

The two knights halted at Malleus' sudden request. He didn't wait for them to answer before he disappeared in a flash of green fairy lights. Malleus reappeared in his room in the far tower of the castle. He would apologize for suddenly ditching his two knights, his friends, later, but now there was only one thing on his mind. He was drawn to the desk, cluttered with trinkets, books, ink, and parchment. It had been a constant shifting state of disarray for quite some time now but there was one consistancy he always kept in neat order. Malleus opened the drawer that held a box of unread letters he had written over the years. The earlier ones had been sent out and returned unanswered. Others were never sent at all. Each one was addressed to the same person: Moselle. 

His past circumstances surrounding the hows and whys these letters never made it into her hands were a mess of variables. No matter how he tried to reason through them, Malleus always came out the other side feeling hollow. He had even considered getting rid of them before but could never bring himself to. The prince sighed and slammed the drawer shut before he could make himself feel even worse. He spent the remains of the evening humming a wordless lullaby to himself in hopes of quieting the harsh thoughts in his head.

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A carapaceon mixed between common prawns and snapping shrimps. The enlarged pincer is bigger than depicted. - BRINATAUR Title - Blastclaw crab Monster class - Carapaceon Known locales - Coastal regions, estuaries Element/Ailment - Blast Elemental weakness - Fire (3), Water (2), Dragon (1), Ice (1), Thunder (1) Ailment weakness - Sleep (2), Stun (2), Poison (1), Paralysis (1), Blast (0) Brinataur is a carapaceon native to saltwater environments, principally coastlines and occasionally estuaries. Unlike most carapaceons, it carries no makeshift shell on its abdomen, instead distinguishing itself with a more streamlined form. Brinataur has highly specialised limbs; one chela is slender and sharp for cutting, whilst the other is enormous and used for launching an explosive residue. The tiny second limbs are used for handling, whilst the third and fourth limbs are for walking. Its fifth limbs are used as paddles when Brinataur takes to water, working alongside the flexible abdomen's uropods for efficient swimming. Juvenile Brinataur are called Brinelings, whose sandy colours contrasts the adult's blue and red hues. These began life as tiny swimming forms in shallow waters, feeding on phytoplankton and detritus. On reaching their juvenile stage, they take to land, forming small creches in a Brinataur's territory; their chela are not fully developed until adulthood, so they rely on camouflage for defence. Altruistically, the Brinataur protects any Brinelings in its turf, regardless of whether they are its biological offspring or not. When the Brinelings are one moulting period away from adulthood, they will disperse and find turf of their own. Brinataur is herbivorous, grazing on seaweed and occasionally straying inland to sample fruits and flora. They stake out territory along the shores, marking their turf via dislodging tiny spines from their rostrum. Territorial disputes are settled by comparing their enlarged pincers; individuals with smaller chela retreat, while evenly matched individuals 'arm-wrestle' until one concedes. Between their acute senses and potent defences, Brinataur fear little. They are not known for aggression towards humans, though field workers must keep their distance in case the carapaceon is aggravated by close proximity. Brinelings are wary of humans, and approaching them is not advised lest they panic and provoke the Brinataur to attack. Against other monsters, Brinataur uses defensive tactics, preferring to goad the enemy into attacks then countering. The true key to its success is the enlarged chela. Internal cavities store combustible residues that are discharged and activated by snaps of the pincer. This creates an explosive blast with impressive distance, blowing away most rivals. It takes Brinataur time to replenish its residue supply, however, so it prefers to use this explosive snap as a last resort. Brinataur is a competent opponent for experienced hunters (Low Rank - 4, High/Master Rank - 3). Fighting the carapaceon is an exercise in caution, learning to outmanoevure its defensive tactics and be wary of the explosive blasts. Brinataurs are effective at combat both in land and underwater. While they cannot use their blasts underwater, due to the residue diluting before it can ignite, they are more mobile and adopt a faster attack pattern. While Brinataur fears little, it must be wary of apex predators like Lagiacrus, though those monsters tend not to bother when there are easier targets to consider, as Brinataur can put up a respectable fight. It is the Brinelings who are more cautious, as they are easy prey for the likes of Hyborlex. One notable enemy is the bird wyvern Petra Fowl, which gladly picks off Brinelings. So often do they prey on the juveniles that adult Brinataur will attack Petra Fowl on sight, even willing to use their explosive blasts at the first opportunity. - Thank you for reading and take care.

[sarahlizziewrites]

Writing Whispers Challenge

Here's a fun little exercise. This is a piece of writing from when I was 17. I'm going to re-write it over a decade later. Here goes.

Rules: find a few paragraphs of writing from as long ago as you can. Re-write them how you would now.

I'm going to tag @sleepyowlwrites, @words-after-midnight and @sam-glade, and anyone else who is feeling brave enough to share their old-as-balls writing!

2010:

The clock struck four, its toll piercing through the icy winter air and making me jump. The square had been so utterly silent seconds before; the only sound I could hear was my own breathing - it rose up in blooming clouds and dissipated into the air. When I was younger, I had liked to imagine I was a dragon when it was cold enough to do this - it at least kept my mind distracted from the bitter cold that snipped and clawed at my nose; my ears; my fingers. At last I saw her through the thick curtain of snow between us; she had just entered at the opposite side of the square, dressed in rich furs that she had undoubtedly stolen from some aristocrat’s wife. As soon as I spotted her I began to sprint, not caring for my long coat and the snow that was likely to make me trip - I cared not for the cold any longer: as long as she was here, I was happy. I finally reached her, stumbling in the snow as I slowed; I trapped her in a desperate embrace, and placed a kiss upon her frozen lips. In the second her lips touched mine, I was ensconced in a cocoon of heat. Within that warmth I found promise; within Petra I found hope. The cold returned in a sharp sting as we broke apart, leaving me a little breathless.

2023:

The toll of the city clock pierced the winter air, echoing against the snow-covered buildings. Four tolls, for the early hour: the first made me jump, stirring the previously silent square. Each subsequent chime only served to rattle my nerves, and I looked up into the inky sky, blinking into the falling snowflakes, and watching the clouds of my breath rise. Worry bit at me, firmer and more insistent than the cold air that bit at my extremities. Four had been our arranged meeting time, and I had grown reliant on her being early. Even a moment's tardiness could be a omen of her death, or her capture - or perhaps this was the day she would simply disappear, like so many had before her. But when I levelled my gaze again, I spotted her at the opposite side of the square: a small figure wrapped in furs, blurred by the falling snow. My worry evaporated like the moisture from my breath, and at once, my fingers and toes no longer felt the cold; the distance between us felt inconsequential. I began to run across the snow-carpeted square, unheeding of my unsuitable shoes and the long coat I wore, liable to make me trip. She kept her steady walking pace, wrapped in those furs like a vestment - where had she gotten those, anyway? Nearing her, I skidded to a halt on the slick ground. I drew close; the look on her face was wan - haunted, almost - and I vowed to kiss it away. As my lips found hers, every fear that had plagued me in these last few weeks disappeared in a swell of warmth. There was a promise on her lips; hope in the way that her small, ungloved hand came to grab my lapel and pull me towards her. The cold returned in a sharp sting as we broke apart, leaving me a little breathless.

Hey, what can I say? That last line just worked.

This was a blast and a really good exercise. The stuff from 2010 is really not awful, I have to say, but I'm really gratified that I can recraft it into something I'm proud of.

[astarab1aze]

Nations & Their Cities - 1

Askarra

Capital: Sekora

Cities: Zarrah, Kimarrah, Zemhora, Fatima, K'yra, Petra

Sights: The Sphinx's Rosegarden, Redstone Monuments, Sahadi Oasis, Chateau Corneille, Royal Palace of Askarra, Valley of Fire, Badwater Basin, Wadhi Dunes, Kora Terra, River Mossha, Laal Bekaar, Almilhia

Chimeria

Capital: The Black Eyrie

Cities: Tempest, Astraia, Last flight

Sights: The Vale of Tears, the Schism, Stormhollow, Ruins of Ágrifa, Ruins of the Grand Eyrie, Crimson-Talon Roost, Lightguards' towers, Myhalan Deep entrances, Pseudocilium Forest, Gríf’s Passage, Hatchling's Fall, The Valley Below, Eye of the Storm, Gorgon's Reach

Miraglas

Capital: New Mira

Cities: Summer's End, Mara, Milissa, Whitestone, Aurora, Blanglas, Lumia, Monchamp, Stellara, Argent, Mille, Marseille, Hyglais, Nièvre, Froide, Halidom, Pelladia, Adeille, Le Louve, Neige, Noel

Sights: Frostwood, the Winter Palace, Enum Glais River, Hydric Ice Caverns, Ruins of Holy Miraglas, Iceflow, Mirrortwin Lakes, Dragonkin Hatchery, Auric Snowfields, Dragon's Maw, the Great Crevasse, Undermountain Springs, Worldeater's Cathedral

Myrrdin

Capital: Camlothe

Cities: Harrowmorn, Frea, Myrris, Merlin's Landing, Cutwater, Bywater, Blackwater, Stillwater, Rhiannon, Dragon's Watch, Myrrh, Lichfield, Oxway, Etna, Mylliwyg, Maewynn, Emrys, Mesynna, Borderwatch

Sights: Malefactor's March, Buckhorn Trails, Peaceflower Graves, Myrsian Highlands, Church of Goldleaf & Petta, Dragon's Spine Mountains, Valley of Kings, Snowcap, Artyrian Delta, Murkwater River, Madhunter's Knife

Vago

Capital: Vialta

Cities: Airivhest, Balta, Silkiev, Sovren, Vulkhaven, Varonis

Sights: Hunter's Vale, Vulgren's Watch, Western Pass, Lakensov, Vhar Morne, Tail of the Dragon (the end of the Dragon's Spine), Lud Bestii's Path, Balewood, Pestani River

[fademirrored]

gamma: Inquisitor

“Can we get back to business, or should I fetch you a bucket to finish drooling in?”

Petrichor “Petra” Lavellan Herald of Andraste. Inquisitor.

Nonbinary. They/them. Pansexual. 17 Haring, 9:14 Dragon. Free Marches. Warrior; double-handed. Reaver.

Eyes: Very bright, almost neon aqua, initially. Large. Darken and go red around the outer iris after they specialize. Hair: Deep, dark red. Shaved around the sides and back. What’s left comes down past the middle of their back, and is done in a multitude of small braids which are gathered back in a tail. Skin: Gold-ish bronze-ish. Freckles easily during the summer. Height: 5'6". Build: Deceptively lanky and lean, but very sinewy. Very compact muscle. Flexible. Does not look like they should be able to heft the sword they use. Notable Details: Complex Elgar'nan vallaslin in black. Nick near the tip of their left ear. Several earrings in both ears, though none of them ever match. Nails become claws once they’re a Reaver, canine teeth get sharper and longer. Get more physically durable. Voice: This specific dragon.

Positives: Protective; as antisocial as they can come across, there are people they’re close to, and they’re going to do what they can to make sure those people stay as safe as can reasonably be expected. Durable, mentally and physically; they’re going to run into a lot of shit in their life, they’re aware of it, and they aren’t overly concerned about it or its lasting impact on them. Difficult to offend, beyond generally being unimpressed; being insulted isn’t going to ruin their entire day and they aren’t going to throw some sort of tantrum about it. Fair-ish; they’ll have their own preconceived ideas, obviously, but in general if they decide they don’t like someone it’s for a specific reason, rather than on a whim. Good at compartmentalizing, even if they don’t always actually do that; they can actually be diplomatic when the time calls for it, they’re just going to grind their teeth and develop an eye twitch. Negatives: Avoidant, of people and confrontation; they don’t dread confrontation, but it seems like way more of a hassle than it’s worth, and a lot of the time they don’t really want to deal with other people. Irritable and impatient, and prone to snapping because of it; from the moment they wake up in a prison cell they are in a different world that it seems like no one else has ever paid attention to, and they get sick of constantly needing to explain themself quickly. Bad at second chances; ‘fool me once’ is bad enough and they aren’t keen on letting it get to ‘fool me twice’ unless they’re suitably convinced. Impulsive; while they’re not impossible to reason with when they get an idea in their head, that does rather hinge upon someone getting a hold of them before they act on the idea. Selectively insensitive, mostly on purpose; if someone is going to have a problem with them, they don’t really see it as a hardship to give them a reason to have a problem, so they selectively erase ‘tact’ from their vocabulary when it suits them. Neutrals: Ambivert. Very talkative, but most of what they say is sarcastic, snarky, unimpressed, deadpan, or some combination. Surprisingly good with kids. Not overly sentimental, but doesn’t frown on sentimentality. Optimist vs. Pessimist: Cautiously pessimistic. Quirks: Does not like being confined in small spaces. Will carry on one-sided conversations with their dog. Once they become a reaver and can tank more damage, they can and do escape unwanted conversations by just vaulting over ledges around Skyhold. Prone to disappearing without warning and popping up with equally little warning. Would much prefer to be outside than inside.

Religion: Believes in the Creators. Likes: Vastly prefers animals to people. Fresh air. Being outside, and especially in the woods. Dragons. New stories. Venison. Fruit. Sweet wines, especially when they’re made from something more unusual than grapes. Dislikes: Templars. The Chantry. The Circle. Most people who are too loudly in favor of any of those. A little iffy on a lot of humans, but they’ll take them on a case-by-case basis. Being the center of attention. Being treated like an idiot. When people can’t take a hint about them wanting to be left alone. Cities. Favorite Colors: Sky blue. Hunter green. Golden brown. Hobbies: Hunting. Exploring. Riding. Sparring. Dog training. Judging the impracticalities of Skyhold and the people therein.

Family: Clan Lavellan. Younger brother is the clan’s First. Steed: Revas, a literal moose. Other Critters: Mi'durgen, high content wolf/mabari cross; worryingly clever. Romance: Josie. Friends: Dorian. Cole. Blackwall. Note: Mutual respect with Cassandra, but they didn’t actually like each other that much; worked well together regardless. Initially got on well with Sera and Solas, but those relationships deteriorated as time passed. *everything in this section can of course be tweaked or disregarded entirely for specific threads, if you’d rather.

[pinkhairandpokemon]

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[Attached: A video. It starts out glitchy at first, before you get a view from what’s likely Blake’s bedside table. They’re sitting up on their bed, the blanket halfway over their body as they stare off solemnly into nothing. The night sky is visible through the window behind them. Petra is nestled comfortably in their lab, in a position where her tusks won’t poke them, but she gazes up at them with a twinge of worry in her dark eyes.

Eventually, Blake reaches their good hand up and begins stroking her head. Your eyes are drawn to the layers of thick bandages covering the full length of their other arm… For the rest of their time on screen, they don’t say a word, but you wonder what they’re thinking. Their face looks so tired, yet so full of emotion.

In this quiet, yet heavy moment between the former grunt and their dragon, it feels like it’s just the two of them in the whole world.

….

Then the footage glitches again.

It goes to static. Some kind of white crystalline overlay takes over the screen, followed by a sparkling sound. You hear a voice- is that… a Rotom-phone?

“ZZZT! USER DISCONNECTED. TRYING AGAIN!”

“CONNECTING…”

“CONNECTING…”

“CONNECTING…”

“…”

“ZZZZT! USER RECONNECTED! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!”

…The scene changes. It’s a vibrant, pale blue sky, dotted with clouds.

There’s the sound of grass rustling. A strange little blue creature with crystals on its face pokes its head into view. It chitters, nudging the screen with its nose a few times, just enough for the camera to turn and show- Blake. They’re sitting on the grass, watching the little Pokémon play with a brow quirked in mild curiosity, though they seem pretty bored.

“Hey, little guy-” they reach out to gently urge the little Pokémon away from the camera with their hand. “Just because Florence put me on babysitting duty doesn’t mean you can mess with my stuff. Come on, put my phone back in my bag…”

The strange creature chirps, before gently pushing the phone back into Blake’s backpack with its small head. The screen goes dark as it falls into the pocket, and the video ends.]

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[boltlightning]

8 & 21 for the writer ask game please!

8. that hurt my own feelings to write

ah. so much. everything and all of it. allow me a throwback to a niche destiny fic from 2022, safe harbor:

“And most of all,” [Petra] interrupts, her tone swift and true as a blade, “I’m sorry you have to bear this alone. You are not alone, but you might as well be.” [...] “It is my duty,” says Wolf. She reaches out a hand, then hesitates; she swallows her pride and tentatively cups Petra's face, brushing her thumb across her cheekbone. “As Regent-Commander is yours. I owe my people this. You must understand.” Petra rests a hand on Wolf’s arm. It is not a refusal of the touch, but a gentle acknowledgement. “I do. But it doesn’t make your circumstance any easier.” “Nor yours,” she agrees. Petra says nothing to that — there is nothing left to say.

21. that i liked but had to cut

the original first chapter of landfall was fully from jack's POV, long before i decided only dragon riders would be POV characters. reading it back now, this draft was EXHAUSTIVELY explanatory of the movie events, but i did enjoy parts of it:

“On your feet,” the green-coated man says, quiet but firm. The marines in his wake quickly surround Jack. No good deed, and all that, Jack thinks sourly, as he slowly stands. One particularly well-dressed civilian goes to help the drowned woman to her feet, and fussily puts his coat around her shoulders. Based on the wig alone, Jack figures he is important, but his profile is awfully familiar — he realizes, belatedly, this is the governor of Port Royal, Governor Swann. “Elizabeth!” Swann exclaims. “Are you alright?” “Yes, yes, I’m fine,” she says, almost impatiently. Swann looks at the stay torn on the dock, then to Jack, and says, “Shoot him!” “Father!” Elizabeth objects. She turns instead to the captain in green with the medal. “Captain Norrington, and — Tempest!” she calls, raising her voice for the dragon’s benefit. “Is this necessary? Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?” Everything clicks together, to Jack’s horror. It appears he has the wonderful luck to roll into town the day of a ceremony for the Caribbean’s premiere dragon captain and his fearless steed, and instead of traipsing through undetected, he has made himself a spectacle by rescuing the governor’s daughter from impending death. Jack gives Elizabeth a close-mouthed smile, if only to keep himself from screaming at the coincidence of it all. Tempest stops lashing his tail, but his eyes do not leave Jack. Norrington watches Jack with a similar sort of suspicion, though not the same scorn. He sheathes his sword, offers Jack a hand and no smile at all, and says mildly, “I believe thanks are in order.”

excerpt asks!

[alongtidesoflight]

a gentle kiss to ask forgiveness  - for anyone you want!

oh, thank you! that's a lovely one! i'll write a little re-envisioning (meaning it uses some canon dialogue) of my dragon age legionnaire carys and anders on the run from kirkwall after the events of DA2! it's a bit tricky to let people in on the lore of them because they're not exactly canon-compliant but canon-adjacent, but the gist of it is that i usually have several protagonists working together and if there's a game series previous protagonists & co are usually cameoing in followup games and that's what's going on here. hope that makes sense it's like 4am lol

It had been a rough couple hours ever since they'd boarded Katara's ship - the ONLY Qunari ship still anchoring at the Lowtown docks - and hauled their asses out of Kirkwall at breakneck speed. Carys had lost count of just how many people she'd had to politely remove from their path on the way there. Mages and those blasted templars alike, too many people had met the sharp end of her blade tonight.

Upon their departure, the city had still been on fire. Pillars of smoke and flame reaching for the sky she'd once been in so much awe of and dreamt of reaching for herself. Now she didn't dare look up at it again for fear of seeing the inferno still raging in the distance.

She could still hear the screams. Feel the crunch of rubble and debris under her sore feet. Taste the bitterness of iron at the tip of her tongue. The sting of sulfur and smoke clung to her clothes like leftover traces of soot and dirt clung to the skin of her face, and her axe and hands were still coated in the deep crimson of dried blood.

There can be no half-measures. There can be no turning back.

Had she ever truly known him?

Slightly turning her head towards the man who'd spoken those fateful words just moments before tossing an entire city into uncontained chaos, Carys sighed quietly, hiding her gaze behind a veil of her golden hair. Observing him like she'd observe the many shifty looking strangers crowding the Hanged Man on a busy evening.

Anders sat slumped against the rickety walls of the ship, seemingly deep in thought. He hadn't looked up ever since Katara had insisted they lock him away below deck. In fact he hadn't even protested it, which Carys found odd. Whatever Hawke decided his fate would be, he seemed to be fine with just... accepting it.

And now?

He'd rather die fighting, he'd said tonight. And then he hadn't.

Hawke would have fulfilled his wish in her grief, but then Carys had stepped in.

Carys's gaze sought out his eyes. She couldn't read him at all.

And now she felt as if she'd made a terrible mistake.

What did she know of mages and templars, truly? Who was she to speak on surface business, to decide on who gets to live and who gets to die? Kirkwall was burning and its citizens were at each other's throats. Meredith and Orsino were dead. The chantry was gone. An entire city razed to the ground and Anders had been at the center of it all.

And then Carys had thrown herself between Hawke's blade and Anders's body, begging for his life like a lovestruck fool.

"If only you'd told me the truth", she whispered softly and hated hearing the pain in her voice.

Anders finally raised his head to look at her.

Anders didn't speak instantly, but when he did there was a saddened sharpness to his words, a distance that made Carys desperate to reach out for him. But she stayed her hands. "I told you there's a lot of ugliness in my life."

"Have you ever?", she wondered out loud, strength returning with every syllable. "I know nothing of alchemy or magic, but the sela petrae... how could I have been so stupid."

She'd seen it in use before, down in the Deep Roads, when a handful of Legionnaires had sacrificed themselves sealing off a hurlock-wrought pathway with a massive explosion. It had left nothing but destruction in its wake. Why she'd procured the stuff for him, not questioning his intentions once, she didn't know.

A weak smile tugged at the corners of her mouth when all she wanted to do was cry. "So, once. Remind me to add a notch to the tally."

"I should have trusted you", Anders said when silence began to stretch between them. He swung his legs off the bench and abruptly stood up, sinking to his haunches before her. "Even with all we shared I didn't think you'd understand." Tenderness returned to his voice and softened his warm, brown gaze.

"I might have, if you'd ever shared your plans with me", Carys returned. "That night when we headed into the sewers, when you told me you'd found a way to separate Justice and you safely... Anders, if you'd told me the truth instead I would've helped you."

"Just as I feared." Anders ran his hand down her forearm and slowly laced his fingers with hers. "I can never return to Kirkwall, love. I will be hunted wherever I go. No one is going to offer me mercy. This isn't the life I was envisioning for you."

Carys huffed. "I'm a Legionnaire, remember? Not like anyone even knows who I am. I'm as expendable as they come."

A steep line furrowed Anders's brows. "Not to me. I did what needed to be done, but I couldn't bear the thought of condemning you to the same fate. You couldn't be told."

He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "Forgive me, Carys", he murmured, raising his hand to her cheek and wiping traces of soot and dust off her face. His lips found hers in a gentle brush, as light as the touch of a feather. "Fighting this fight with me, I couldn't have asked that of you. Forgive me."

She gasped quietly when his tongue parted her lips, finally giving in to the desire to embrace him and holding him tight.

Anders had once said he'd drown the world in blood to keep the both of them safe. And as they held each other like this, lips searching for each other in increasing desperation and breath intertwining, eagerness only interrupted by apologies and more pleas for forgiveness, Carys knew that she would do the same for him. Stone be her witness, she'd fight a thousand Kirkwalls for him if it meant he could be free.

[dorkousloris]

"You know," Jessie mumbles, their fingers tap on the arm of their partner, "You're kinda a wolf."

There's a snort above them and they move their chin up so that they can see Petra. Messy hair bloom in reds and oranges all over the pillow, looking at Jessie. Jessie smiles.

"What makes you think I'm a wolf?" Petra grumbles, her mismatched eyes looking at Jessie. Looking at Jessie's lip scar- and the eyebrow scar. But she stay still, her back on the bed, with Jessie on top of her. Weight blanket, Jessie once joked and Petra doesn't complain about it.

"You're protective," Jessie says, moving their only fingers to Petra's chest-- tapping against it, "And quiet for most parts."

Petra raise a eyebrow lazily, "Quiet? You knew it's not in my vocabulary, Jess-- I'm loud and messy. Never quiet." Petra says that as she reach to pinch Jessie's side and they yelped before they huff.

Throwing a glare at Petra but soften the instant they see Petra doesn't stop smiles at Jessie. Jessie tried to protest or say something more when the third voice speaks up.

"She's a loud wolf, alright." It cause Jessie to laugh, and Petra to snort once more. They had seem to awaken their love with this silly conversation. Petra's body is a still, as not only does the short person lays on top of Petra, the one on Petra's side hogs the side and the brunette glances from that side, pointing it out, "She's very possessive of us."

"It is a dragon thing?" Petra looks to her right and down, her mismatched eyes staring at the hazel eyes that are glaring at her but soften with a sigh.

"Dragon or wolf," Stella huffs, as she wiggles herself into Petra's side and her free hand lands on Jessie's back, "You're our big wild animal that loves to protect its pack-- treasure, whatever they are."

"Among other things..." Jessie mumbles, and yelps when Stella slaps their side playfully.

"Whatever, darling," Stella says, her eyes looking between these two, "The point here still stand" Then she sing-songs, "And~ can we all kindly go to sleep? It's three in the fucking morning, and I want to sleep more on your so warmth."

That end of her sentence had made Jessie giggles, Petra to snort once more with a chuckle, and Stella huffs. She demands it, and so they adjusted a bit more.

Sleep take them once more.

[blackdogsilver]

50 things I probably won't get done before 50

Let's face it, I've been working on varying versions of this list for 12 years. I've never come close to hitting my goal. BUT I have done a whole bunch of things I've always wanted to do, that I probably never would have done other wise, so whether or not I reach the goal, I think this is a good thing to keep going.

I went right back to the original list, and am combining it with all the iterations from over the years. I'm also adding in my travel goals. I always kept them separate because I didn't have the money to travel, and wanted to keep my list achievable, but I'm not as concerned about hitting every goal any more, and also, if I don't travel by 50, then when?

I've made a separate list for the things I've done too, to remind myself of what I have accomplished. The items I removed from the list because I really don't think it's possible, or care if I achieve it, I'm putting back in as bonus goals... they don't need to count, but maybe the opportunity will come up, who knows? And it's good to see where I've come from.

THINGS I'VE DONE

1. hide 43 treasures 

2. milk a cow

3. Tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue

4. Get a tattoo

5. finish crocheting my tetris blanket

6. Send in a postsecret

7. try sushi

8. Have glamour photos taken of me

9. crochet a hat

10. Go to a strip club

11. dye my hair purple

12. go on a pub crawl

13. have brunch with friends

14. Give blood (well, I tried, but they wouldn't take it!)

15. take part in gishwes

16. try a foreign cuisine I’ve never had before

17. take a chocolate factory tour

18. fly first class

19. do the Colour Run

20. do a nude photoshoot

21. find a signature scent/perfume

22. get a helix piercing

23. go to a RHPS Audience Participation screening

24. go to Midsumma/Pride March/Mardi Gras parade

25. grab a handful of cake and just eat it

26. invent a silly holiday and get other people to join in

THINGS I'VE YET TO DO

1. Send a message in a bottle

2. Record/produce a song

3. visit a planetarium

4. Swim with dolphins (attempted, but failed and still want to try)

5. Throw a dart into a map and travel to where it lands

6. take a moonlit walk on a beach

7. learn the thriller dance

8. see a total solar eclipse in person

9. go on a road trip with friends

10. bake a Croquembouche

11. Take a pole dancing class

12. get a professional massage

13. spend a day taking photos of my city

14. visit all the Australian states and territories - 5/7

15. eat at a teppanyaki style restaurant

16. visit the Great Barrier Reef

17. finish a ‘Wreck This Journal’

18. get a matching tattoo with someone

19. complete the c25k program

20. do a proper cosplay photo shoot

21. take part in a drum circle

22. write an Android app

23. Design my own Tarot deck

24. go strawberry picking

25. take a silversmithing course

26. eat fondue

27. learn to contact juggle

28. ride in a limo

29. join the mile high club

30. see the Southern/Northern Lights

31. wear a bikini to the beach (without a cover up)

32. Be able to do a pull up unassisted

33. host a fancy dinner party in a strange place (ie, traffic island)

34. learn to read lips

35. eat alone in a (fancy) restaurant

36. build a Rube Goldberg machine

37. watch a meteor shower

38. recreate a childhood photo

39. cook pasta from scratch

40. take a salsa dance class

41. learn ASL

42. see the Thai floating lantern festival

43. go to the City Museum in St Louis

44. visit New York

45. tour the Dresden Files sites in Chicago

46. visit Petra, Jordan

47. visit Japan

48. visit the Eternal Lightning Fields, Venezuela

49. visit Wat Samphran (Dragon Temple), Thailand

50. visit Chichen Itza, Mexico

BONUS GOALS

1. bungee jump

2. watch all of classic Doctor Who

3. visit Katoomba at Winter Solstice for the Winter Magic Festival

4. get my driver’s license

5. do a beer centurion (100 shots in 100 minutes)

6. crowd surf

7. fire a gun at a shooting range

8. learn to juggle

9. write and film a (short) movie