#Hello my hatchling prince

[sterkeyra]

Atelier Resleriana - Roman

Roman finally is here and ahhh Atelier Resleri blessed me with him on first try! I got lucky because he was one characters i definitely wanted and finally the hatchling prince joined my squad.

And a prince he is, as he is actually Richard Lantana of the Lantana kingdom. So basically he is the representation of Gio and Tantris. Gio the runaway king and Tantris that joined by giving us a false name 😂

I love Roman already (even though his cape looks like eggshells when he wears it over his head) and I bet Sterk might lash out at him just like at Gio😂

[factorydefaultlu]

aemond catching the reader taking care of a baby dragon that’s hungry and needs attention (so cute) without fear and he is completely enamored by it? 💓

Anon asked: Can you make a hc of Aemond opening up to the reader about his insecurities?

I mixed these two asks

Keeper of his Heart

Aemond Targaryen x GN!Reader

Aemond had gotten tired of his brother rather quickly that day. Aegon had brought up his favorite subject; the pig, and his eye. Aemond quickly excused himself, ignoring his brother telling him to "Stop being so sensitive."

The young prince wished he could take his brothers eye just to show him how it feels. Aegon's whores would surely turn in fear.

Aemond made his way to the Dragon Pit, he needed to clear his head. A ride on Vhagar may accomplish that. As he approached, he nodded a greeting to the Keepers.

The men looked at each other, almost in fear. Then one stepped forward. "Uh, your grace. Vhagar has brought back an egg. We don't think it's hers, but she refuses to give it up." the Keeper stated at his feet as he spoke, not wanting to look Aemond in the face.

"Let her have it, maybe if she hatches it I'll have two dragons." the prince smirked and continued his way into the Pit. He said hello to Sunfyre and Dreamfyre as he passed them.

The deeper into the Pit he went the more he started to hear this odd noise. It was like small screeching, but not of pain. More like laughter. Curiously he slowed his pace as he turned the corner to Vhagar's den.

There he saw his favorite Keeper, they had always had a kind word for him and never feared to look him right in the eye.

The Keepers back was turned and Vhagar was intensely focused on what was in their lap. She hadn't even noticed her rider. Aemond continued watching from afar, wondering what could possibly have his old girl so enthralled.

Soon that question was answered, he saw the flutter of tiny wings. Small screeches and growls echoed through the den, as well as laughter from the Keeper.

Aemond was in shock, they were playing with a baby dragon. Completely without fear, with childlike wonder even.

Vhagar huffed and stared at the Keeper. That must have been the hatchling from the egg she found, Aemond thought. How crazy it was to think that this Keeper is able to play with a hatchling in front of its mother. Whether she laid it or not.

Aemond smiled, and stepped forward finally gaining Vhagar's attention. The great she-dragon gave a rumbling purr in response as she looked at him. The Keeper turned around, and smiled when they saw the prince.

"Look what Vhagar brought home, my prince!" the Keeper lifted the hatchling. It's scales were a deep green, and the wing webbing was a golden yellow. It was beautiful.

Aemond approached the Keeper and the hatchling. "You're not afraid?" he asked as he came to a stop, staring down at them on the floor.

"Why should I be? If you respect a dragon it will respect you. You can't show fear." the Keeper responded, their eyes never leaving his.

The prince hummed, he knew this Keeper was special. He lowered himself onto the floor next to them. "What are you going to name it?" he referred to the dragon.

The Keeper looked at him wide eyed. "It's not mine to name, I can't ride a dragon. I'm not a Targaryen." they protested.

Aemond could think of a few way to remedy the Targaryen issue, he smirked at the thought. "Well, it seems you'll have to tell that to the baby in your arms." the hatchling nestled itself further in the Keepers lap, preparing for a nap.

They stared into Aemond's eye, a beautiful smoky blue, they thought. "Why is it you always wear your patch? Certainly your scar can't be that bad."

The prince scoffed a laugh. Then looked to the ground, they had not been around when he was maimed. Only arriving after he started wearing the patch in his late teens. They never got to see the way men and women alike, would turn away from him in fear and disgust. Even when he began wearing his sapphire, the whispering and teasing never stopped.

Aemond worked hard to become someone to fear, no one would dare say anything to the man that can have their head in seconds. Aside from Aegon unfortunately.

"I promise, this patch keeps you from the horror below." Aemond looked back up at the Keeper. "It's a scar, and a missing eye. A horrible thing that happened to you. You shouldn't be feared for what others have done." their voice was steady as they spoke.

"My dear, I wish that were true."

[thelargefrye]

hi! i was wondering if i could request a smut scenario with dragon! yungi 👀 and maybe they’re all competitive with each other and fighting over who’s going to breed her first skshdh

[ SANDWICHED BETWEEN ] —— recently you’ve noticed your mates have been having a little competition between each other. what exactly you aren’t too sure.

pairing : dragon!yunho x witch!f!reader x dragon!mingi (background poly dragon!ateez) genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, smut

smut warnings : language, unprotected sex, double penetration, breeding kink, cumplay, mxm, monster cock! yunho and mingi, mingi your breast milk kink is showing

tag list : @atiny-piratequeen @kangskims @watamotee33 @frankenstein852 @cvpitvno

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT **

something felt off. you didn’t quite know what, but it was like something in the back of your mind kept nagging at you.

and it definitely wasn’t your grimoire nagging at you for the millionth time over how wooyoung threatened to use him as firewood.

no, this nagging was different. but again you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

“miss y/n! you’re here!” your mind was drawn back to the little hatchlings who started to run towards you. their little dragon forms waddling cutely towards you.

“hello, my flowers, how are you all?” you ask as you crouch down for some of them to jump into your arms or even climb up onto. their heads gently nudging up your chin.

“it’s been soooo boring without! we’ve missed you so much!” one of the hatchlings, naeun, says and you can imagine her pout if she was in human form.

“but hasn’t prince mingi been with you all! surely he’s been keeping you all company?”

“no! prince mingi is boring now! we want to play with you and your mr. bookie!” hyukwoo exclaims making you let out a little laugh at how cute they all are.

“hmph! it’s weiss to you, little hatchlings!” your grimoire speaks, floating up behind you.

“who are you all calling boring?” you can only imagine the pout on mingi’s face as he speaks. you turn with a soft smile as you look at one of the younger princes to see that, yes he did in fact have a pout.

for the rest of the day, you and mingi spent taking care of the hatchlings. and so by around evening, one of the other caretaker dragons came to relieve you and mingi of your duties.

as you were leaving the nursery, you were greeted by the sight of yunho waiting. you assumed yunho was here for mingi and so you began to try and excuse yourself, weiss lingering next to you as he does.

“where are you going, little witch?” yunho asks, hand reaching out to stop you.

“oh, um, i was just going back to my room.”

“why don’t you spend the rest of the evening with us?” yunho asks, head tilting to the side as a smile graces his lips.

you let out a gasp as you feel yunho slowly begin to enter you. his cock sliding in almost painful slow against mingi’s own cock.

mingi’s hands did well at holding your legs open while yunho’s own hands held bruising grip on your hips. once yunho was finally bottomed out, all three of you couldn’t help the moans that escaped you.

yunho’s cock mixed with mingi’s own cock made you feel the fullest you have ever felt. you had been preparing for when you have to take more than one of them, but two have the two biggest cocks at once?

fuck it was like euphoria to you. having both of them stretch you out made you almost cock-hungry. you needed them to move, now.

“fuck— please move, yunho, mingi. you both make me feel so full,” you whine as you try your best to begin moving.

yunho let’s out a small laugh as his hand comes up to splay across the center of your back. he pressed down to make sure you didn’t move, he didn’t want you to move.

soon enough yunho began moving, he cock rubbing against your walls and mingi’s cock. the movement causing the both of you to moan. you move your head slight to look at the younger dragon of the two to see his face beginning to look just as fucked out as you feel.

“feels so good,” you moan as you feel mingi also slowly begin to move. his one hand coming up to grip your hair harshly before he’s moving your face closer to his in order to kiss you.

the kiss felt hot and full of spit that you couldn’t swallow. spit running down the corners of your mouth as mingi shoved his tongue down your throat. when he pulled away, you witnessed the string of spit that was connecting the two of you and moan as you felt mingi’s tongue lick the spit that was at the corner of your mouth.

“gonna breed you so well, princess,” he says, the nickname making you clench as much as you could with two dragon cocks in you. the nickname always did stir up something within your gut, whether you would ever officially hold that title is up for debate that you would rather not think about.

“gonna pump you full of mine and yuyu’s cum and make you so full. you’ll be so nice and round with our hatchlings. breast so nice and big and full, fuck i can’t wait to suck on them. you’ll let me suck on them, right?”

“yes! yes, fuck— i will. whatever you want, i’ll give it to you,” you cry out as they begin to pick up their thrust. when one goes in, the other pulls out. you can feel their balls smacking against your ass, against each other even and the wet sounds only draw you closer.

“can i— can i come, please? please?” you beg as you feel their pace starting to stutter as they also draw near their orgasms.

“go ahead, little witch, whenever you’re ready just let go,” yunho says as his hands come back to gripping your hips tightly and you feel mingi’s also join. they quickly do a little position shift and you suddenly feel mingi starting to thrust up into you at a ruthless pace.

then your orgasm hit you seemingly at the time as theirs. you let out a high pitched moan as you released and felt their seeds pumping into you. overstuffing you and you feel some of it try to seep out of you already even with their cocks still inside of you.

with your energy running low, you let yourself rest against mingi and let out a little huff as yunho lays on top of you.

both of them remaining inside you for a little while longer before yunho is pulling out first. you suddenly feel an emptiness even with mingi still inside you, and you silently dread when mingi will also eventually pull out of you.

when he does, yunho makes sure to pull you into his arms as you slowly begin to feel their mixed cum start to drip out and down your thighs. yunho has you pulled to chest, before he’s tilting your head up and gently kissing you.

“you sounded so cute while being stuff with our cocks,” he says, his same smile from earlier reappearing. “can’t wait till you are one day round and pretty with all our hatchlings.”

“i can’t either,” you say with a dazed smile.

you then cuddle back into yunho’s side as he slowly begins rubbing soothing circles into your back.

the feeling slowly lulling you to sleep.

“why don’t you join us tonight?” yunho asks, head tilting to the side as a smile overtakes his lips.

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, Part 2 of omegan Dragonkeeper Lucerys)

First part:

It hatched. The egg hatched. His dragon was beautiful. He was pearlescent white with a yellow flame, with golden eyes and a golden chest. He knew, from the moment he heard the egg shells cracking, the moment he saw his tiny head popping out, that he would love him and treasured him with all his heart and being. Finally, a dragon of his own. A living proof of what he is. A Targaryen with his dragon.

His mother was less than enthused. He didn't understand it at first, but it gradually dawned on him that she didn't see them as anything more than large, dangerous beasts. Her views on them are so unlike his own. He, who sees them as the majestic, powerful, beautiful creatures that they are. She didn't like it when Aegon visited Sunfyre, and showed relief when both his and Helaena's dragon didn't hatch. He knew she secretly wished they'd never bond with a dragon, that they'd stay on the ground rather than on a fire-breathing beast up in the sky, and there was a time in his life where Aemond secretly thinks his mother's inner wishes were granted by the Faith, blessing her while cursing them, cursing him to such a fate. It was a hard truth to swallow, the fact that his mother, the one person he felt truly loved him, would never understand his near desperation to have a dragon. With a dragon, he was no longer, in a sense, incomplete. He couldn't tell her that though.

Aegon congratulated him in his drunken haze, and Aemond smirked as Aegon yelped, the dragon nearly biting off his fingers when he tried to touch him. Helaena just smiled, saying things about a black thread, and Aemond just nodded along to appease her. Even his Sire seemed glad for him, congratulating him, calling his dragon beautiful. It was unexpected, seeing as he only ever talked about his eldest half-sister (the one that never visits, despite his father's numerous attempts to call her back), and that was when he had his fill with his medicine, the milk of the poppy. Still, a small part of him was happy his sire showed any interest in him at all (an even smaller part wondered if he would have shown any interest in him if he never had a dragon. He pushes that part deep, deep down).

It took a few days of him parading around before he remembered his promise to a certain little dragonkeeper. He decided that it was time to present the dragon to Luke. After all, he chose him for Aemond, it's only fair he gets to see him hatched.

When he reached the Dragonpit, he started walking through the tunnels, until he finally saw a familiar small, curly haired boy. Luke was with another young dragon keeper, and it took a moment for Aemond to recognize him as the one who brought the pig. Aemond felt a wave of anger, hurt and betrayal, before shaking it off. Of course he was with another dragon keeper. They looked so much alike, they could be brothers, for all he knew. Why would he feel betrayed?

Aemond called out for him, and Luke turned to see him, bade a hasty goodbye to the other dragonkeeper, and ran straight to Aemond like an obedient puppy to his master. When he saw him with the dragon on his shoulder, his eyes said everything. He was in awe. Aemond felt pride. Yes, his dragon should inspire awe. He was going to be the most powerful dragon, the most beautiful, even more than Aegon's Sunfyre.

"He's so pretty, My Prince. His scales are like the moon's." Luke said, still looking at the dragon. Said baby dragon seemed to preen with the praise. Said owner also preened with the praise.

"Do you have a name for him yet, My Prince?"

Of course Aemond had a name chosen, ever since he learned about dragons, ever since his first egg didn't hatch. Looking at the hatchling, Aemond knows knows it fits him.

"Arrax, the Ruler of the Old Gods."

"Hello Arrax." Luke greeted his dragon in High Valyrian, and Arrax made crooning noises as a response.

Aemond decided that Luke would be a good dragonkeeper for Arrax, at least, once he's old enough.

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Aemond visited him almost every day. Luke was a bit shy at first, though eager to please. Once they've gotten close enough, and Luke felt comfortable with him, he began sharing a lot of stories about the dragons, though most of what he shared were from the older dragon keepers.

Aemond liked that. He liked learning about dragons from the very people who trained them. Luke does tend to babble a lot, taking detours in his stories, but all he needed to do was clear his throat for Luke to stop with his side stories, blush perfusedly, and continue on with the main ones.

He also has the habit of blushing brightly when he realizes he said too much, glancing at Aemond to see if he was angry, then continue on when he sees no trace of annoyance.

Aemond liking of little Luke slowly grew. He likes how knowledgeable he was about dragons, likes learning some secrets that dragon keepers learned through generations, and he was beginning to like whenever Luke speaks in High Valyrian when he doesn't know the word in common tongue.

It helps him learn more about the language. It was rather embarrassing for him to admit it, even to himself. A Targaryen prince not knowing how to speak High Valyrian. His mother didn't really see the point of him learning a language few people use in Westeros, the fact he didn't have a dragon until recently only strengthened her resolve to give him a different subject to focus on. So, while his older brother got to learn High Valyrian (not that Aegon cared to actually learn the language), he was stuck learning about the Faith of the Seven. He eventually taught himself the language through the use of old books, so he could understand it to an extent, but without someone actively teaching him, guiding him, correcting his pronunciation, he fears he doesn't know as much as he should. He refrains from actually using said language, afraid he would butcher it somehow. Luke's jumble of both common and High Valyrian has proven to be quite helpful, as he notes the particular way every word was said, commiting it to memory so he may practice once he was alone.

Aemond also learned about bits and pieces of Luke's life. He was apparently the second youngest bastard being watched over by the dragon keepers, the other two being his brothers, the youngest being a toddler, and the eldest being the one who brought out the pig. Aemond greatly disliked that one. Luke, however, loved him very much. And liked talking about him. A lot.

"Jace watches over Prince Aegon's Sunfyre, My Prince. He's also the one who gives me lessons on how to properly train a dragon when the other dragonkeepers are busy. Oh! He also sometimes play with Prince Aegon in the pit - Elder Byron wouldn't allow us out of the pit until dusk - though they won't let me join sometimes. But that's ok, because he makes it up to me by teaching me more secret tricks, and-"

Aemond sighs, before clearing his throat. While it was good to know that his brother wasn't always sneaking out to the Streets of Silk, or at Fleabottom, he didn't really want to learn about their brothers' little "adventures".

"Oh! I'm sorry, My Prince. It's just that I never had anyone to tell these things to. Um, where was I again? Oh, right! So Syrax continues to refuse to eat, and Elder Byron was worried she was sick. She wasn't though! She just didn't like the meat. The others said she was the most spoiled dragon they ever had to watch over, and-"

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Luke was used to having Prince Aemond as company. He usually arrived after the dragons were fed, with Arrax on his shoulder, demanding stories that Luke was eager to regale, while he simply listen, an eager audience. He never had people close to his age (besides Joffrey, but he's too small, he can't even talk yet) and he greatly enjoyed his time with the Prince.

So when he didn't arrive at his usual time, he began to worry. When Arrax was sent to him to care for, he really got scared.

Did he somehow manage to offend the only other person he could talk to besides his brothers? No, that couldn't be it. If it was, then Arrax would have been given to one of the older dragonkeepers to care for. Then did Prince Aemond somehow got hurt?

He knows of tales of assassinations, the royal life isn't always easy, especially for the women and children. They were the easiest targets, after all.

But that wouldn't be the case, because he saw Prince Aegon running around with Jace a few hours ago. He knew the queen, well, knew of the queen, through talks and rumors, and she wouldn't have allowed Aegon out of her sight if anything like that would have happened.(A small part of him wonders if Prince Aemond was bored of him already. That part grew larger with every thought that enters his head).

Did I bore him? Were my stories too confusing? Did I say too much? Did I annoy him in some way?

Thankfully, he remembered that there was someone who might know what was going on with him. He went to Jace, who looked at him with a look of amusement.

"Nothing happened to him, Luke. The prince just presented. He entered his first rut yesterday."

Oh.

Oh.

Luke felt the weight on his chest lessen greatly. So that was it. He was just having a special kind of sickness, like Jace recently had. Everything was fine.

Ok.

Good.

He guesses he would need to start watching over Arrax now while Prince Aemond was gone. What sort of tricks should he teach him? He ponders over that while Arrax stay perched on his shoulder, contently crooning over him.

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So, this is fun, and I'd like to make more parts soon.

If anyone wants to write a full length fic with this concept, please tell me!

Thoughts? Violent reactions?

Update: I'll be using the hashtag (#omegan dragonkeeper lucerys) so it would be easier to read all the different parts.

[wordsifelt]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "wordsifelt "?

Hello! To be honest I don't really read much fanfic cause it I get irrationally upset when it doesn't go exactly how I want it to. I had to dig for the ones I HAVE read (which is why I'm late to reply), but in the end I could only find five:

Natsu no Hina(Summer Hatchling) by OAZUKE (Type: Doujinshi, Ship: Miyusawa, Genre: Angst, eventual fluff ig?)

Sorry For All the Trouble by user @ganen-cheese (Type: short fan comic, Ship: Wangxian, Genre: comedy)

Laundry Room by anewkindofthrill (Type: ao3 fic, Ship: Miyusawa, Genre: angst, smut) {side note about this, I read it after a particular manga chapter dropped cause I was desperate for fics abt a scene, and I loved it, despite the fact that I don't really read smut, because of he way the characters were portrayed}

The Student Prince by FayJay (Type: Published? long form fic, Ship: Merthur, Genre: Modern AU, rebirth, High school) {read this after I watched Merlin and got denial after it ended. I don't remember it too well but I think I liked the relationship dynamic}

Peter Darling by Austin Chant (Type: Published adaptation of fairytale, Original Source Material: Peter Pan, Genre: angst, romance, personal growth and healing (also transmasc MC, tw: dysphoria and transphobia tho))

There's others but I either couldn't find them or I couldn't remember their names. I gotta start keeping track of my fics.

As for your second question, when I created this account I was in a low, hollow sort of space. Detached from everything and feeling kinda empty. The only thing that let me feel alive was stories, and I devoured them. My username was a sort of declaration, an epitaph in a way, that I wasn't unfeeling or empty, and that there is something that makes me too want to live.

Thank you for the ask! I'm sorry I couldn't answer properly 😅

[butler-bovine]

Greetings,

my name is Hail.

Yes, just like the ice that comes from the clouds when its really cold. You are quite smart!

Interacts from @garlicgoat

butler of @sir-not-a-knight-anymore

he / him

19 Years Old

Some of my hobbies & task include:

Cooking meals for the Royal Hatchling

Construction around the palace, especially the prince’s room

Fixing toys & other various devices

Tending to the garden

Here’s some shows I watch and enjoy with the royal hatchling in no particular order:

Arthur + Bluey + My Little Pony + Paw Patrol + Sesame Street + Phineas & Ferb + Clifford The Big Red Dog + The Lion Guard + Wild Kratts + Thomas & Friends + Max & Ruby + SpongeBob + Hello Kitty & Friends

[going-fancognito]

I was thinking of a jealous s/o over a close friend of Revali or Sidon (maybe both of them ??)

BWAHAHAHAH!! I’m sorry, but I can easily see how both of these lovable dorks just make the situation worse.

Revali:

Lol, I see Revali with two types of friends: The sharp tongued ones, and the admirers

You had a hard time with one of the admirers

Revali assures you that they were only a friend

But, did they have to cling onto his wings like that?

Being a Champion, it was normal for people to admire your Rito, so this type of thing shouldn't bother you

However, Revali seemed to especially revel in his friends flattery

Sure you were proud of him, but you knew better than to over-feed his ego

(His head was big enough as it is)

But watching him take pleasure in his friends praising, doubts began seeping into your thoughts. 

Does Revali prefer that kind of behaviour? Perhaps, he wasn’t satisfied with your support as a partner?

(Oh hello insecurities, where’d you come from?)

 For the next two weeks, you shower your boyfriend in endless praise, even playing up your reactions to his boasting achievements

You’re acting sweeter than a Disney Christmas special

And it was really freaking Revali out

(Yeah, looks like your plan backfired)

He has no clue what caused your sudden change, but doesn’t like it

He wants a refund

Eventually, you’re confronted about your 180* turn in demeanour 

But it wasn’t by Revali

It was his friend

They noticed the tension whenever the three of you were together, and Revali isn’t friends with an idiot

They connect the dots pretty quick, and decided to step in before things got out of hand 

(’steal yo man’ cliché dodge)

They quickly explain that their friendship with Revali took on a more ‘student and mentor’ dynamic. No romantic feelings from either side

Plus, while they certainly idolized him, they’d rather be slow roasted over a fire then date him

(Honestly? They want to give you a medal for handling with his more.....challenging moments)

However, they do insist that you talk about this with Revali

(PSA: Communication is key for any relationship)

After enduring one his smug speeches (Well, I can hardly fault you for your envy Y/N. After all, I AM quite the catch.) He does what he can to help quell your worries

Makes more time for you between training, spontaneous dinners and your personal favourite, impromptu cuddling 

You and his friend even wind up becoming besties

They have a lot of tea on your boyfriend >:)

Sidon

Oh sweet baby fishcakes

This guy is like a giant teddy bear with scales

(and abs *swoon*)

Combined with his naturally friendly personality, who could resist loving this Zora prince? (Not you, obviously)

So why did it bug you so much to see him around his childhood friend?

Maybe it was the knowledge that they’ve been together since hatchlings, or that you would always find them being physically affectionate (by that I just mean they hugged or held hands, tame stuff)

They were also stunning, with an athletes physique and scales that practically shined under the sun

A nasty voice in your head noted how they would look good with Sidon

(Shut up brain, no one asked you)

The two of them were also swimming buddies

Now, Sidon was undoubtedly loyalty to you

Shark babe would go live in the desert before he’d even think about being unfaithful

(Please don't ever let him try though, poor baby needs his water)

But that doesn't stop your worries, that his friend might be looking for more than friendship  

Oh Hylia, what if they went swimming, when they actually wanted to go ~swimming~

(Congrats, you’ve officially belly flopped into the river of paranoia)

One great thing about Sidon, is his sensitivity.

It gives him a knack for sensing others emotions

,As his s/o, this goes double for you. So it doesn’t take long for him to pick up your unease

(He could give Revali some lessons)

He sits you down somewhere private and softly. inquires about what’s troubling you

Try to deny those puppy shark eyes of his, I dare you

All of the fish cuddles after you tell him

“Oh my darling, you have nothing to worry” He wraps you into an embrace. “They are merely a friend, we see each other as siblings”

You figured as much, but hearing him say so out loud finally put you at ease

“Besides,” He caresses your cheek in his palm “not even an angel could tear my eyes from the Goddess in front of me.”

(Pft. Wow Sidon that was so cheesy)

(No wait, that doesn't mean I wantyoutostopcomeBACK-)

After some shark cuddles, Sidon decides to let you in on a little secret regarding his friend

 It turns out their affections were already reserved for a certain Goron

Looks like Yunobo has a secret admirer

(He’s been wondering who was sending him those rock cakes)

[c-rose2081]

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Three Little Dragons

Love Like Dragons AU

Bevie | Huma | Gildrey | Mal & Audrey BROTP

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It was happening. It was happening right now and Evie felt like she was choking. It had been a few weeks since Audrey — Ben’s Aurorian Dragon — had laid her clutch of four eggs. One of them had been lost in a battle with some stray dogs, leaving only three in the little makeshift nest. Audrey was healing up nicely from her battle wounds; a result of that night. Her mate Gil, a Costal Dragon belonging to their friend Uma, was as attentive as any father could be. And the two, in Evie’s mind, made a picture perfect couple.

Mal, her own five-year-old Isle dragon, seemed a bit sick of all the gushy stuff.

Mal was a dragon who liked to cause mischief, wrestle and play games. She was young at heart, but knew bullying Audrey wasn’t an option while the young Mother was nesting. So she took to watching Evie sew in the den, or rolled around within old scraps of fabric on the floor to entertain herself.

Sitting in the living room that night with Mal laying atop her legs, Evie glanced up as Audrey startled from her nest. Watching curiously, the creature began to pace around the eggs, sniffing at them in the plastic tote which had been their home since the incident. Evie wasn’t sure if what she saw was true, but she swore one of the eggs wiggled in its place.

“Did you see that Mal?” Evie asked her best friend, looking down at the purple beast. She merely huffed a smoke ring in response, tired already of all the baby talk. No doubt she would be pleased when Audrey healed, her eggs were hatched and things went back to normal. Turning back to the nest, Gil was standing now as well, his big armored head looking into the tote. Grabbing Mal by the underbelly to set her aside, Evie rose to her feet for a better look.

Audrey, who still paced, flicked her tail slightly in protectiveness. But she didn’t hiss or growl, nor did she bite Evie which was a blessing. Squatting down to rest on the back of her heels, the bluenette stared at the eggs, urging one to move.

And it did.

There was a little wiggle, and another, and another. All three little eggs were wobbling in their nest home.

“Sweet Merlin,” Evie breathed, rising to her feet and running full speed into the foyer. Ben, her dear husband, was working upstairs in the office, “Ben! Ben come down here quick!”

Grappling for her phone, Evie had just found Uma’s number when a brown head of hair peeked over the stair railing.

“E? Is everything ok?”

“It’s happening Ben! It’s happening right now!”

“E, this is the third time -“

“No I mean it! I saw the eggs move! And Audrey and Gil are all worked up!”

“Oh...my god,” Ben breathed, leaning against the railing, “it’s really happening?”

“Yes! Now get your cute butt down here! I have to call Uma. She needs to be here!”

And Evie called their friend, who at first was also skeptical of the hatching. Evie couldn’t blame her; she had been a little over excited at the due date of the babies coming. But she had seen the eggs move with her own eyes, and Uma needed to know. After hanging up the phone, she met Ben in the living room. Like she had been doing not ten minutes before, he was crouched down by the tote. Audrey was up on his shoulder, looking down at her brood as though to say, ‘look what I did, Ben!’.

“It’s happening tonight,” he breathed, rising to a standing position and grabbing Evie round the waist, “it’s really happening!”

Giggling in delight, Ben gladly deposited Audrey back down to watch over her eggs while they set up. Evie busied herself with filling a bowl with warm clean water, while Ben grabbed some extra soft blankets and old towels from the linen closet. When Uma arrived — clearly having ran every red light and stop sign to appear so quickly — Harry her duffle bag slung over one shoulder. Clearly, they were prepared to stay the night.

“Hatchlings outside a sanctuary are rare,” Uma told Evie while dawning a pair of yellow latex gloves, “a lot of domestic dragons aren’t healthy enough to have strong offspring. So it’s important we check that all the babies are healthy, and can get out of the eggs.”

“What happens if they can’t?”

“Baby Dragons who can’t get out of their eggs end up starving,” Uma winced, removing a small scalpel blade from her bag and examining it, “imma just make sure we won’t have any problems. Harry, go hold Gil so he doesn’t charge me. Ben, watch Audrey to make sure she doesn’t take my fingers off,”

Nodding, both men moved to their respective places. Mal, disturbed from her nap by all the commotion, grumbled as Evie picked her up as well. The Isle Dragon hadn’t shown any protective urges since the night of the dog attack in the garden, but no chances needed to be taken. Uma, using a steady hand, used the scalpel to make ‘+’ shaped incisions on each egg’s ceiling.

“It relieves the pressure in the shells, and makes them more fragile,”

And just as Uma pulled back her hands, everyone leapt in excitement as a little head began to poke its way through the first egg. It was the largest one of the clutch, dark and ribbed with a bit of white gradient at it’s bottom. And as a little beaked head with a small tuft of magenta fur poked out, sticky with egg goop, Evie’s heart melted as it gave a little chirp.

“First one out,” Uma announced, “looks like a female.”

Audrey immediately went to the baby, sniffing at her little head as though to double check she was real. Soon, two front legs with hooked claws burst through the shell. The dragon was tiny, almost as tiny as Mal had been. And Evie worried as Uma carefully reached in to pick up the critter.

“It’s alright,” she soothed Audrey, who looked a tad irked, but not ready to bite just yet, “it’ll just be a minute. Ben, eyes on mama,”

“Got it,” Ben said with a small salute, gently running his hand down Audrey’s ridge to ease her worries. Handing Uma a wet towel from the bowl, Evie watched in stunned wonder as she cleaned off the little body, revealing a pair of small wings.

“She’s got a lot of Audrey in her,” Uma commented with a laugh, “hello there. Imma just flip you over,”

There was an unhappy baby dragon chirp as the creature was rolled onto her back, revealing a unique underbelly marking. It almost looked like a white skull. Holding a finger against her chest, Uma felt for a heartbeat, “strong heartbeat. Loud crying, and no doubt she’ll start feeding the minute we give her back to Audrey. What’s her name then?”

Glancing up at Ben and Evie, the couple looked at one another and came to a silent agreement.

“Why don’t you name her, Uma,” Evie suggested, “you’ve been such a great help the past few weeks. I would’ve pulled all my hair out without you,”

“I agree,” Ben nodded, still stroking Audrey who was poking at the two eggs still unhatched in the nest, “your choice.”

“Awe well,” holding up the baby dragon for a better look, Uma nodded and smirked, “Celia. I have a friend of mine, Freddie? She’s really into voodoo magic. Says the name has some powerful undertones on the other side,”

“Celia it is then,” Ben nodded, the group watching as Uma replaced Ceila in the nest where Audrey immediately took her by the scruff to tuck under her wing. It wasn’t a second after that did the second largest egg jerked hard. The shell gave way with a mighty CRACK, and another small, flimsy looking dragon rolled from the nest and into the blankets face first.

“Talk about a grand entrance,” Evie breathed, gently reaching into the tote (while watching Audrey) to pick up the little rascal.

“Another female,” Uma commented, “and a unique pattern,”

Indeed it was. This dragon was speckled green, pink, yellow and white. Her wings were tiny compared to Celia’s, but the end of her tail was massive and poofed out in all possible directions. On her head were two forward facing horns like her father, and she had a facial marking that almost looked like a pair of glasses. In Evie’s palm she wobbled a bit, falling from her feet to her side with a squeal.

“Awe. Are you a bit dizzy?” Evie asked, gently using a finger to help the creature stand again, “that will be your name then. Dizzy the Dragon.”

“She looks good, if not a bit klutzy,” Uma chuckled, taking Dizzy from Evie’s hand to check the heartbeat, “a little fast for my taste. But that might just mean she’ll be a lot to handle,”

Placing Dizzy back in the tote, Audrey took her under her wing as well. There was one egg left, the smallest of the bunch. It was the egg with a crack in it, and the egg Uma had been most worried about.

“Don’t have your hearts set on anything, ya’ll,” she told them, her voice a tad weary. Audrey, now nursing two small dragonlings, made a small trill with her beak and reached out her neck to push the egg with her nose. From inside, they all could hear a baby dragon crying.

“What do we do?” Evie asked. Uma was about to answer when Mal leapt down from where she had been sitting on the sofa. Into the tote she sprang, surprising them all. Before Evie could even chide her, the Isle Dragon had the egg in one of her hand like claws. In a flash, she crushed the shell.

“Mal!” Evie cried, afraid that the baby inside was now dead. But to her surprise, a body uncurled and flopped down into the blankets. Acting quickly, Ben was the one to pick up the dragonling while Evie hauled Mal from the tote. It was a tiny little thing, barely the size of a baseball. It had a long ridge of fur like its mum, and tiny bulb spikes like its dad. But the colors that adorned its sisters were gone, leeched to appear black and white. No doubt a mutation caused by falling from the nest.

“It’s a male,” Uma said, “is he alive, Ben?”

Shaking the little creature, he lifted his tiny head and gave a whine of protest, “ok, sorry I asked,” Uma grumbled, lifting her hands in surrender as Ben chuckled.

“This one is Carlos. The little brother.”

“Hand him here, Prince boy,” Uma ordered, taking the baby from Ben to clean and do a checkup. At once Mal, now interested, came to see. She sniffed at the little body, blinking and making a confused noise as he reached out his little claws for her.

“Any particular reason she’s so interested in Carlos?” Evie asked innocently, “I never really pinned Mal here as a maternal type.”

“Could be a few things,” Uma shrugged, checking little Carlos’ heartbeat, “in the wild, Isle Dragons will actually throw their eggs if they don’t hatch. They’re tough puppies, so most babies actually survive it. It just helps break the shells open,”

“So it was an instinctual thing, crushing the egg?”

“Probably. But dragons are kinda weird. We may never know,” giving Carlos one last boop on the snout, Uma lowered him back into the tote. Thankfully, despite being a runt, Audrey accepted him anyway and placed him with his sisters, curling over them with a purr. Harry, who had been quietly holding Gil, released the beast. He at once ambled to the tote, reaching his long turtle neck over the edge to have a look. Audrey gave her mate a happy little kiss, one of reassurance no doubt, and Evie crooned.

Mal, who sat between Evie and Uma, huffed rather loudly. It almost sounded as though she were trying not to care, though her eyes were firmly fixed on the tote.

“So Mal,” Evie said, pulling the dragon close to her with an unhappy little grunt, “how does it feel to be an Aunty?”

Mal gave another loud wail of annoyance as Evie chuckled, and the gathered friends watched the new dragon brood. Finally together at last.

—

A/N: Decided to adjust the formatting for better reading ability. Let me know if it bothers anyone?

[bewarebugbear]

trolls hcs because why not

hello its so late/early and im going to lay the groundworks for my ideas for troll genres as well as the sancirc twt au more under the cut

for transgenre trolls: they will slowly shift into their new genre naturally, although not fully

rock trolls: very fuzzy and need to teeth as hatchlings often, have long tails that can extend with their hair! more heavy than other trolls and arent good swimmers due to their tendency to sink, set in a large interconnected kingdom country trolls: as depicted in the movie they are honse, however tend to have warm palettes, have a more vegetarian diet and have a few spread out towns that dont contact each other often

techno trolls: are bioluminescent! very animated and can emote more vividly than other trolls due to particle effects around them! connected to each other with an underwater cave system

funk trolls: very big on decoration and enjoy different hairstyles more than the other, all funk trolls live on the airship, and there have been a few new airships in construction to accommodate more trolls

classical trolls: operate on a province system, consistent meetings. are more than often very small and bug inspired with molting exoskeletons, there are few big classical trolls that cannot grow exoskeletons and have bird wings instead.

pop trolls: very gummy like consistency, stretchable and are prone to being a little bit translucent around the edges or glittery on their joints! they absorb shock very easily and have a softer skeleton. the current pop tribe are the only pop trolls currently left.  N E WAYS im going to talk about sancirc twt au now so feel free to scroll away  fletch is an emo rock troll and attley is an electroswing and indie alt troll that was born rock. nimbus is a bubblegum dream pop troll and steven was born country but is neo-classical. sammy is born pop and is a country troll

the original plotline is changed to attley discovering the other troll tribes and other genres and trying to adapt to their responsibilities as a monarch with their best friend fletch as king. however the rock tribe went into hiding because of the bergens eating their original king, fletchs father in which fletch holed himself up from his duties as king until attley coaxes him out of his shell.

meanwhile the pop trolls monarch goes missing, tedley, the king of classical trolls stepping in to raise the princev and prince of pop, posey and sammy. sammy eventually grows tired of living under tedley and exiles himself to lonesome flats and learns about and falls in love with country and folk. 

when steven and nimbus are sent to the rock trolls as ambassadors attley and fletch decide to meet and form relations with the other troll tribes, which allows tedley to start stealing string and put a bounty on attley and fletchs heads.

[theredhairedmonkey]

Do you think Callum will end up joining Rayla on the Dragon Guard?

Well, anon, I suspect others have answered this question before, and I might not be the best one to answer this question, however I’ll give it a go anyway!

I realize I’m a minority on this, but I actually don’t think there will even be a Dragon Guard when tdp resumes. Rayla’s status as “the Last Dragon Guard” seemed to carry an air of finality to it, so I thought that story-wise it would make sense that her defending Zym from Viren is what wraps up this group’s mission to protect the Dragon Prince. That might be slightly undermined if she would be one of eight total Dragon Guard members, seven of whom are nameless characters.

And that’s really just my opinion (I imagine most of the fandom disagrees with me on that). However, I think the show hints that the Dragon Guard’s objective is only to protect the egg of the Dragon Prince.

There’s a reason why Zym has a Dragon Guard, but Avizandum and Zubeia do not. A dragon’s egg is described as “so rare and precious” by Rayla, but a mature dragon has no need for eight elven protectors, no matter how well trained. There’s almost nothing that a warrior could do for a dragon capable of wiping out entire legions of enemy soldiers.

Now, Zym might be a hatchling, but he seems to be maturing pretty quickly. It’s only been a few weeks at the very most, yet he’s already flying and capable of firing lightning. Where do you think he’ll be in a year’s time?

Also, what doesn’t sit well with me is that, once Rayla and/or Callum join the Dragon Guard, how does the story get them to leave? The Dragon Guard is a secluded, isolated job that doesn’t seem to include any Paid Time Off, so to speak (judging by the fact that Rayla hardly ever saw her parents once she became a teenager). 

Callum would jump at the opportunity to explore Xadia and learn other arcana. Does being on the Dragon Guard give him that opportunity? If he leaves, can Rayla join or will she have to stay behind? Is it even in her character to leave Zym if he still needs a Guard? What has to happen for them to leave the Guard on good terms, and can the story invent a good enough reason for that?

Just a lot of in-narrative issues that get dredged up if either or both of our heroes remain as Zym’s Guard. And I realize that none of that throat-clearing really gets at your question, so—let’s suppose that Rayla is a member of the Dragon Guard. Would Callum end up joining her?

So, for starters, there’s no reason why he would be prevented from joining; he had a hand in protecting Zym every bit as much as Rayla did (and was even responsible for him being born in the first place!). Additionally, it would solve a lot of issues if they’re both Dragon Guards, since that would give Callum a reason to stay on the Storm Spire (Ibis only visits the Spire from time to time, so what would Callum be doing in the meantime?).

But this really boils down to whether Callum would really want to. Like, if Zubeia asked him to join, he’d probably consider it, and if Rayla asked him, then he certainly would. But is this really for him? Remember that the Dragon Guard carries great significance to Rayla, but almost none to Callum. 

He has no relationship to the Guard. It was never his dream to join their ranks. He’d be in Xadia, but isolated from almost all of it, and thus not have the opportunity to explore this magical world or build on his own abilities. He’d do a great job as a Dragon Guard, but would he feel fulfilled? Would he feel happy? Probably not—he’d be doing it for Zym and possibly for Rayla, but he’d have to sacrifice a lot to do it.

However, there is a solution, one that keeps Rayla on the Dragon Guard and Callum on the Storm Spire. Funnily enough, I was literally just talking to a friend about this:

The Storm Spire happens to sit in the Sky Nexus, according to Justin and Aaron. We saw from the Moon Nexus that often there’s a Guardian appointed to protect it, a powerful mage who can keep dark forces at bay. 

Now, it seems like the Sky Nexus has both a vacancy as well as a need—it’s just been attacked by the same Dark Mage twice, who bested two sets of Dragon Guards and nearly killed the Dragon Prince on two separate occasions. We know that his daughter, a powerful prodigy in her own right, is still out there. The Storm Spire needs a Guardian!

And who better to fill that role than Callum? He defended the Storm Spire from an invading army.

He then climbed up to the pinnacle to save the Last Dragon Guard from falling to her death.

He’s a powerful mage now, capable of flight and with an unlimited potential to learn sky magic.

If the Sky Nexus needs a Guardian to protect the Storm Spire and its inhabitants, then he’s your guy.

Say hello to Prince Callum, the First Human Guardian of the Sky Nexus!

[theatresweetheart]

Brook’s Masterpost

Hello!

I have finally managed to get myself organized enough to compile all of my stories into one place! I put everything underneath a “Read More,” as I’m not entirely sure how long this post will get through time.

This Masterpost will be continuously updated with every story I have and will release.

I have a mix of G/t Stories and Non-g/t Stories. 

Some of my stories are In Progress, some are On Hiatus, some are Complete and some are just purely One-Shots. (Unless I get inspired by something and feel compelled to write more for that certain universe, in which that story will then be re-marked.) I will label these all accordingly! 

Enjoy!

--- G/t Stories ---

- Borrowers in the Attic - Virgil, a young borrower, is abandoned by his parents after they told him to wait for them to come back. Patton finds him in the attic and decides that it isn’t fair for him to try and survive on his own. Pairings: (Implied) Romantic/Parental Logicality, Platonic Moxiety [ Chapter 1 ]  - On hiatus -

- Welcome to Fatherhood - Roman is having trouble bonding with his boyfriend’s son. Virgil is convinced Roman is exactly like the rest of them, bound to leave him and Patton sooner or later. Pairings: Romantic/Parental Royality, Familial Moxiety, Familial Prinxiety, Platonic (endgame romantic) Analogical. [ One Shot ] [ Ask Blog ] - On hiatus -

- Nightingale - Roman is captured by a group of bandits and is used for their entertainment because of his voice. Logan hears the soft tune, the breaking voice and the shouting and he lets his curiosity of the situation get the better of him. Pairings: Platonic Logince, (Mentioned) Romantic Prinxiety [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- High Strung Hearts - Patton can’t help a sad Logan, so he recruits Virgil instead. Pairings: Platonic Analogical, Background Platonic LAMP/CALM [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Heavy Silence - Virgil refuses to speak. Logan and Roman are frustrated and Patton tries for what feels like the hundredth time. Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Background Platonic LAMP/CALM [ Part 1 ] - In progress -

- Horror Movies and Soft Landings - Horror movies can be the bane of one’s existence, especially with an overactive imagination. Good thing Virgil drops in to ease Roman’s worries. Pairing: Platonic Prinxiety [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Thorns and Arrows - Virgil, after narrowly escaping capture by humans who believe his witchcraft is demonic, ends up getting caught by Roman instead. Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety, Brief Mentioned Logince [ Part 1 ] - In progress -

- Desperate Measures - Logan, a borrower who has been captured by humans, is stuck inside a pet shop and separated from his family. Roman makes it his mission to get Logan out and back home with the assistance his borrower accomplice, Thomas. Pairings: Romantic/Parental Logicality, Platonic Logince, Platonic TLAMP, Familial Analogical, Familial Moxiety. [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [ Chapter 4 ] [ Chapter 5 ] [ Final ]  [ Epilogue ] [ Homeward Nightmares ] - Complete -

- Broken Words - Rescuing humans has never been too difficult for Roman. However, the little one currently glaring at him from its enclosure has proven to be a very different case. Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety, incredibly brief mentions of Royality/Logicality. [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Quiet Comfort - When Virgil just wants to nap, Patton is more than happy to help. Pairing: Platonic Moxiety [ One Shot ]  - Complete -

- The Idiot Jar - When Roman gets irritated enough with Remus, he puts his tiny twin into what he has proudly dubbed “The Idiot Jar.” Pairing: Creativitwins [ Part 1 ] - On hiatus -

- A Little Lovesick - Patton is a borrower that has a huge (pun intended) crush on Logan. Thing is, the human is so frustratingly oblivious to literally anything emotionally related. Pairings: Romantic Logicality [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- A Little Misunderstanding - “Good news: Logan’s shrink ray works. Bad News: Logan accidentally shrunk himself in the process. ??? News: He has been mistaken as a fellow “Borrower” by Patton, a tiny humanoid being who apparently has been living in his walls all this time.” Pairings: Platonic Logicality [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Snap-traps and Misconceptions - In a world where humans are viewed as pests, Logan is constantly asked to set traps “just in case.” However illogical he believes this to be, he is pleasantly—and completely—surprised to find that the trap actually works. Pairings: Platonic Analogical, Platonic Logince [ One Shot ] - In progress -

- Enchanted Shackles -  When Virgil, a Shifter, is wrongly imprisoned for something he didn’t do, he has to pay the consequences of another’s actions. Except for the fact that he’s sick and tired of the whole charade and is ready to do just about anything to get out. Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Platonic Analogical [ One Shot ] - Complete - 

- Crash Landing - When a ship goes into auto-pilot and ends up hurtling towards earth, there isn’t exactly much one can do.  Pairings: Platonic Moxiety, Mentioned platonic Analogince [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Glass Jars and Rolling Thunder - A concerned veterinary student and an injured merman stuck in a jar cross paths. Things can only go up from here... Right? Pairings: Platonic Analogical [ Part 1 ] - In progress -

- What’s in a Name? - Roman’s a fae with a soft heart. This soft heart eventually leads him into getting seen by the human child he didn’t want to be seen by. Unfortunately, while he knows leaving and never coming back is the right choice, hearing about Patton’s guardian leaves him feeling conflicted. Pairings: Platonic Royality [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Paint Water - Roman takes an accidental dip into Virgil’s paint water. Who knew a human could be so annoying about it. Pairings: Platonic Prinxiety [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Student Struggles - He knew it had been an illogical descion. And yet, he’d made the choice anyway. Pairings: Platonic Analogical [ One Shot ] - Complete -

--- Non-g/t Stories ---

- Thunderstorms and Stowaways - Logan is a dragon that has seen the horrors of humanity and refuses to allow such poisoned mindsets to infect his son. Keeping Virgil away from humans has been relatively simple—until one all but stumbles into his presence harbouring a hatchling of his own. Pairings: Platonic Logince, Familial Analogical, Familial Royality [ Part 1 ]  [ A Snowy Twilight Find ] [ Childish Innocence ] - On hiatus -

- Sick and Sleepless - Virgil gets food poisoning and Logan is quick to assist him through it. Pairings: Parental/Romantic Analogical, Familial Logicality, Brief Familial Moxiety [ One shot ] - Complete -

- Blink and You’ll Miss It - Roman has been crushing hard on his best friend but not wanting to break up the group or risk Virgil hating him, he suffers in silence. Up until Logan has had enough of it. Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Romantic Logicality [ One shot ] - Complete -

- Parental Prinxiety Verse -  [ Dad Against the Darkness ] Being a father is a lot of responsibility, being a new father even more so. When Virgil wakes with a nightmare in the middle of the night, Roman is right there with him. - Complete - [ Snipped Wires ]  School can be rough, especially when one’s peers already see them as the “odd one out.” It only gets worse when Virgil’s headphones get snipped. After trying to stand up for himself and instead gets painted in the wrong light, the school calls his Dad—but Roman only gets one side of the story.   - Complete - 

- Platonic Anxceit Short - Virgil struggles with his anxiety, and Deceit steps in to assist him through it. [ One Shot ]  - Complete -

- Of Stars and Royal Gardens - When the king of the Eastern Kingdom falls ill suddenly, the wedding that was supposed to unite the Eastern and Northern Kingdoms via the princes suddenly gets moved immediately.  Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety, Familial Analogical, Platonic Logince [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- A Dragon’s Prince - When Prince Virgil gets kidnapped right from the castle gardens by a dragon, he expects nothing less than never seeing the light of day again. However, this particular dragon seems to be a bit...odd. Pairing: Platonic Prinxiety [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] - In progress -

- A Curse and a Promise - The Imagination can be a dangerous place. Navigating it can be difficult. It’s worse when the one person you were there with is knocked out cold. is True Loves Kiss really as true as the movies make it out to be? Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety, Background Romantic Logicality [ One Shot ] - Complete -

- Catharsis - Virgil receives letters from resentful relatives. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have to fight this battle on his own. Pairings: Romantic Prinxiety [ Part 1 ]  [ Prequel ] - Complete -

Daily Ficlet Masterpost!

[inkribbon796]

Arkham Mysteries Ch 1

Summary: Whispers of a horror time forgot and monster fueled by twisted magic The district of Arkham is home to powers old as the birth of the universe, and as new as modern technology.

In a little town outside of Gainesville, Florida children and adults go missing. Little Remus Prince becomes another childhood statistic, but he does not die like others before him.

A/N: Blood and gore warning! It’s Remus’s birthday and here’s a Lovecraft Au and there will be death in this one, but not to Remus or Janus. They are my babies.

Guess who’s getting back into the Lovecraft mythos after Color out of Space? It’s me, I love cosmic horror. So because I was bitten by some plot bunnies after that short I did during Darkstache Week, I wrote some more. When will I update this? Hell if I know maybe every third week, maybe once every two months. It depends but all of them will be compiled here instead of linked together shorts. Enjoy.

Chapters: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4

Chapter 1: Snake in the Grass

It was a humid August day, the dusk of a new moon was about to rise up into the darkening sky.

Remus angrily kicked the wild flowers, angry as he tried to blink the tears from his eyes. He just wanted to play with Roman and his friends. But Roman always acted like he was the literal plague and at best ignored him, or at worst, pushed him away.

So he was walking around the woods behind their house, angry and sad, when he heard something.

Remus stopped, the sound was like a sob of pain mixed with some type of high pitched hiss of frustration. Looking around a bit for a good sized stick and immediately went to check the source of the noise.

Climbing over a downed tree trunk, Remus almost stepped on top of someone lying in a net trap, the boy’s arms trapped to his side, little metal studs painfully digging into his side and arms. What froze Remus wasn’t the fact that there was another kid lying in the trap, but that they didn’t have any legs. Instead there was a long yellow snake tail, patches of green scales like freckles on his body.

The snake boy immediately looked at Remus and hissed at him, one eye a dark brown, the other a bright yellow.

Remus just stared at the boy, so captivated by the sight of him. The snake boy then looked in another direction and gave a desperate hiss, almost screeching out. It was enough to shake Remus from his trance and he started working to get the boy out, almost getting bitten in the process.

It took a little bit and the boy started helping the instant his arms were free. Afterwards he let out an indignant hiss at the trap, as if screaming at it.

“So pretty,” Remus couldn’t help himself and touched where the boy’s legs should be. His scales were cold and smooth instead of slimy. Running down the snake boy’s spine was a short ridge of brown, white, and black feathers that bristled at the touch of Remus’s hands.

The snake boy started and dragged him into the tree stump, there was a hole that had been made by a couple animals before them. It was full of mushrooms and bugs and Remus was instantly enchanted by them.

“Ooh, this is one’s slimy,” Remus said.

The boy slapped his hand over his mouth. “Shhh!”

Remus noticed the palm of his hand had some scales on it and in a typical Remus fashion of not thinking and wanting to see what something tasted like, licked his hand. It tasted like blood and swamp mud.

“Ugh,” the snake boy hissed.

At that moment, four men came out of the bushes, making the boy press Remus closer to the squishy bottom of the rotting tree trunk. Remus watched in amazement as the bright yellow scales started to turn a mottled brown, successfully camouflaging him with the tree, and Remus with the tree in the process.

“The fuck he go?” One of men snarled, Remus finally noticing that the men all had rifles.

“Couldn’ta gone far,” one of the others reassured. “Look at all this blood.”

Remus noticed a particularly sharp stone lying in the trunk. He grabbed it and braced himself to lunge out and stab the hunter who was wandering closer to the mouth of the trunk.

There was a loud growling hiss and the men all turned away from the trap.

“What was that?”

“Probably a mama looking for her baby, with any luck.”

“Stay quiet,” the snake boy whispered. Then he let out a hissing caterwaul.

Remus heard the sound of a rifle being cocked back, he readied his little stone as someone knelt down and looked at the two of them. His eyes traveled around the hole until he noticed them.

“There you are,” he smiled.

Remus screamed and drove the stone into the man’s face. He screamed, the rifle fired, almost hitting one of the other hunters.

Suddenly the hunters had worse to deal with than a small child with a sharp stone and an injured naga in a tree trunk. Six large nagas, each twice the size of a human, surged out of the tree line, moving impossibly fast. The small yellow snake boy surged out of the trunk and wrapped around Remus, coiling his tail around him and forcing him to drop the stone. Remus watched as the four hunters were attacked, bullets bouncing off hardened scales like tiny pebbles.

Their screams were burned into his mind, grown men strangled until they were unconscious and then tied up for a better purpose.

The largest of the six nagas slid over to the two boys, Remus’s new friend’s coiled muscles tightening around Remus just a hair tighter. She just stared at them and the naga boy hissed warningly at her.

That got an amused chuckle out of her, she lowered down closer to  his level. “What do you have there, little Janny?”

“Mine,” Janus hissed, still protecting Remus.

“Little hatchling,” the serpentine humanoid smiled in such an odd way that made Remus reflexively giggle a bit, almost like his soul was trying to leave his body. “He’s a bit too big for you to eat.”

“You’re pretty,” Remus smiled, starting to reach out to touch that long, pretty black hair.

“Mine,” Janus hissed, coiling a bit tighter around Remus, hugging Remus so that the boy’s arms were pinned to his body. “I want to keep him.”

The woman looked behind her, talking to one of the other nagas in a language Remus didn’t understand, but it made this brain feel fuzzy. He liked it, giggling a bit. The other nagas laughed and Janus the naga let out an angry huff.

“May I speak with your pet?” The larger naga asked Janus. “I promise not to eat him.”

Janus began to uncoil himself, but kept a hand on Remus’s arm.

“Hello little monkey,” she greeted.

“Hello, ma’am,” Remus greeted politely, giving a toothy smile.

“Such a pleasant little thing,” she hissed lovingly.

“My momma says I’m a little monster,” Remus smiled confidently, a huge smile on his face.

“Hmmm,” she hissed, curling his hair behind his ear. “Really? What type of monster?”

Remus shrugged, his hands going up a bit, “She never told me, ma’am.”

“Would you like to come with us?” She asked. “We’re having a party to celebrate, we’ll eat your friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” Remus told her, picking up the still-bloody stone. “I stabbed one.”

“You are just a delight, aren’t you, little monkey?” She chortled.

“I don’t want him eaten,” Janus told her.

“We won’t,” she promised, and Janus dragged Remus along to follow the group. He followed them into a cave that led out into a cavern with a hole carved into the ceiling. So that when the moon was highest in the sky it would be visible, regardless of the time of the year.

There was a group of thirty snake people, but only one other child, and they instantly tried to bite Remus when he got close. Janus hissed at them and then dragged him away, presenting Remus with a little necklace made of leaves, flower stems, and sharp stones that caught the light of the moon.

For the first time in Remus’s young life he felt included in something, that he was wanted. More wanted than anyone or anything had made him feel in his life

As he sat, watching a ceremony that would culminate in four people being strangled and ripped to shreds to be eaten, blood covering a stone altar whose purpose Remus’s young, yet untainted mind couldn’t fathom.

Truthfully, Remus’s fate wasn’t to go home when he met Janus, but he wouldn’t fight the nest’s decision. He was already home.

~::~ 13 Years Later ~::~

Remus was humming a little tune to himself, holding a large stick that looked more like a mace with several nails and sharp objects driven through it.

“Hey, buddy,” someone suddenly behind Remus called out. He was armed. “It’s too dangerous for you to be here. ‘Sides it’s private property.”

Remus turned to look at him, itching the edge of his mustache. “Huh?”

The man could almost feel like something was wrong, like a particularly smart fish looking at a flashy lure. But he couldn’t exactly place, but he looked at this young man half his age, staring at a patch of swamp as if he planned to swim in crocodile-infested water.

“You shouldn’t be here, you have folks I can call?” The man asked. “This area’s full of gators.”

Remus let out a full body chuckle, smiling at him. “Oh I’m planning on it.”

Somewhere behind him the man heard the rustling and snapping of twigs. He started to check his gun as he turned to look behind him, seeing a dark shadow moving somewhere in the distance.

“Hey!” Remus shouted, running towards the man with his mace, the man cursed and started to raise his rifle towards him.

The man barely was half turned when something large slammed into him from the direction he’d just been facing. He was knocked to the ground, gun flying to the ground, discharging harmlessly into the forest. The man screamed as he felt something like a snake coiling around him but a flawed hand at his throat, ripping at the soft flesh of his throat to kill him even faster.

Remus stepped closer, his mace hiding behind his back like it was a surprise. He smiled as he kicked the rifle into the small, nearby swampy lake.

The man was weakly fighting as the large, yellow serpentine body continued crushing and constructing. Words bubbles in his throat but because of his state he couldn’t make words.

Remus leaned in, stroking Janus’s side as he spoke to the man, “Shhh, don’t fight, it prolongs it, and I hear a brain hemorrhage sours the taste.”

He finally took a couple steps back and leaned on his mace as he watched.

Janus’s victim didn’t last much longer the claws mixed with a crushing strength of serpentine muscles against a human rib cage . . . well, it would have been laughable to even admit he stood a chance.

Because Remus was standing close enough, but not close enough to be a threat to an apex creature’s newest meal, he got blood spattered on him as he watched another human die.

After Janus was done feeding, he looked over at Remus, his iris narrowed slits.

“How was he ma moitié,” Remus grinned, waving his fingers at the naga.

The yellow naga slid over, coiling loosely around Remus and leaning down to kiss him. Remus felt all the tension leave his body when their lips touched.

“You did wonderfully,” Janus praised, tracing the bottom of Remus’s face.

Remus let out a giggle cackle, jumping up excitedly, “Do we have to head back to the nest? It’s been ages since I stretched my legs.”

“Well we do have a bit of time,” Janus smiled. “Can’t let my favorite pet go stir crazy.”

The human let out a wild giggle that reeked of madness, “I’m your only pet, Dee.”

“True,” Janus’s right eyebrow arched. “I do always like to keep you on your toes. Let’s go before I fall asleep.”

“Yay,” Remus scrambled over part of Janus’s body, already starting to scramble down the path. As he walked, taking a long, slow stride, the nearly silent sliding of a large snake in the forest turned into the soft footfall of feet on dirt.

Remus turned around to see Janus following him, walking backwards, the naga looking human but with an air of not looking quite right. The left side of his face and hands covered in green and yellow scales. He left out a trilling bird call, hissing through his teeth. “Always such a looker ma moitié.”

“Focus on the road, I’d love for you to trip and gash your head open,” Janus’s hiss was almost a warm purr.

“I walk just fine,” Remus laughed, right before tripping over a large rock. Janus let out a higher pitched laugh.

Remus groaned a bit at the sharp pain in his ankle, but smiled at the laughter from his serpentine boyfriend. The nagas were a sadistic bunch, and Remus could only feel a similar giggle bubbling from his body, it felt so good to hear Janus laugh.

Janus let out a warning hiss right before someone’s voice said, “You boys okay?”

Janus quickly turned the left side of his face to hide his scales, burying his hands in his cloak. An older woman was coming down the trail.

Jumping up, Remus stood in front of Janus, “Oh we’re fine, just tripped is all.”

“Oh, I just heard some screaming is all,” she said. “I was just worried, is all. Do you boys live near here?”

“Yes,” Remus answered, trying to hide his nervous giggle. “Just moved in, city life is so stifling.”

The old woman just smiled, “It’s so good to see young people moving back into the village.”

“Yeah, well,” Remus smiled. “We’re okay, do you need help back to the village?”

“What are you doing?” Janus hissed demandingly, the hairs on the back of Remus’s neck stood on end in dangerous discomfort.

“Just trust me, it’s a town,” Remus whispered, and walked over to the woman.

“Aren’t you a nice gentleman?” The older woman smiled, but squinted her eyes a bit when he got closer. “Have we met before?”

“Maybe?” Remus shrugged, starting to head in the direction the woman had come from.

“Yes, you’re Miranda’s boy, always such a sweet boy,” she smiled pleasantly as something painful began to boil in Remus’s heart. Something that the human thought he had killed and buried years ago.

“I thought you went off to the big city?” She asked.

“Surprise?” Remus grinned, she smiled back.

They walked for a bit, the woman talking and Remus trying not to scream and alert more humans. Janus was just silently watching him, following at a distance, still looking human enough to fool most actual humans. Eventually it was all over, the woman lived towards the edge of town and Remus waved her goodbye, refusing to come inside. He felt like his skin was trying to crawl away from him.

Finally the door was closed and Remus stared at the town, barely visible through the trees.

“Are you quite done?” Janus huffed, clearly angry.

“Where are we?” Remus asked.

Janus was quiet for a second, clearly upset and angry. “I don’t know, we try to stay away from this place, it’s too big for us to take.”

“Why stay away? You could glut yourself on this town for decades and no one would know.”

“Because I found you near here,” Janus commented.

Something uncomfortable stabbed at Remus’s heart, of a small boy whose only playmate never wanted him around.

“Let’s burn it to the ground,” Remus growled maliciously.

Whatever reaction Janus expected from the human, it clearly hadn’t been willful arson.

“It’s unsafe, our nest is too close,” Janus warned.

“We’re due to move again, and the new moon is coming up, the Grand Leader was complaining yesterday about not having enough sacrifices,” Remus’s grin was impossible to wipe off his face, he gestured to the town in the distance. “Here’s more than we could ever need. Yig would be so pleased.”

“Enough!” Janus hissed, his features more monstrous. The naga grabbed Remus by the arm and began pulling him back to the nests. “What have we told you about invoking his name? You are still human, never forget that!”

Once they were far enough away Janus turned back into his proper form. “You are not leaving me, you swore to me with your own blood. You are mine, Remus, those filthy humans can’t have you.”

“I don’t want to go back, I want them dead!” Remus shouted back, bravely looking into the naga’s eyes. “I want them all dead.”

Janus seemed to calm down a bit, stroking the side of Remus’s face. “Yes, of course. I’ll talk with the others, but I’m not making any promises.”

Remus leaned into the touch, trying to calm the bloodlust inside of him. He would be back, with or without the Grand Leader’s permission. The town would burn, and maybe the smog in his heart would finally lift.

He followed his love back to the naga nests, he’d find his brother again and wet his blood on the new moon altar.

Or he would die trying.

[randomyetnot]

Mulberry Dragon Cookie, Legendary

The Prince Dragon is a... balanced dragon. Tart but also sweet. Usually very forward with the way he speaks. Not hiding how he feels about certain beings or creatures, but he... does play down the opinion if it is possibly too rude. Though sometimes a bit more irritation slips out then necessary. None of the tart is ever seen by hatchlings or young cookies. None. He speaks with them politely, but never harshly. No one quite knows the true form of the Prince, and few have seen the half-version. Well, some of the older dragons remember what he looked like, but it's been ages since they've seen it.

He warms the island with his power and keeps secret the thing or being that aids him with that. But a lot of it is his own.

He and his subjects are on a group floating islands (called Drifting Islands) that are chained together and warmed by their Prince's fire and something else... The island drifts closer to the realm of cookies.  And Only gets involved with the other kingdom(s) after certain other cookies make a fuss in his kingdom and with his subjects. He opened up his Obsidian Castle to the runners as a resting place.

Pet: Shines Hoarder

Ability - Treasure After his ability charges, he turns normal jellies into Red Gem jellies. Upgrade to shorten the charge time! Magic Candy - Adds a large Blue Gem that is worth more points right as the ability is ending. Upgrade to make it worth more!

Quotes

Greet "Leave me alone." "I suppose you don't have to bow. Nobody does." "Fine. Hello to you too."

Cheer up "Just leave me in peace." "I suppose my hoard is rather amazing." "You... aren't that bad yourself."

Chat "I am a prince, not that anyone cares." "The Red Dragon is a fool." "...Just cause I'm a dragon doesn't mean I have to like gold."

Gift "Finally, some respect." (default) "Cheap." (Bent Bronze Key) "Ok fine. I do like Gold." (Mysterious Golden Pouch)

Relationships Knight Cookie (rival)- "He cut of a dragons tail?! HOW DARE-" Purple Yam Cookie (neutral)- "A warrior worthy of respect." Cherry Cookie (tension)- "That. That is a child with explosives. Why?" Walnut Cookie (Friendly)- "...you can investigate, because you look polite." Pitaya Dragon Cookie (tension)- "You're not welcome among my subjects..." Ananas Dragon Cookie (tension)- "I've seen better."

Others' Relationship to him Knight cookie (rival)- "He better not get near my princess." Fire Spirit (tension)- "Ya know what? I don't think he likes me." Dark Choco Cookie (friendly)- "Does not judge me for my... previous actions." Pitaya Dragon Cookie (tension)- "Sssome dragon you are..." Ananas Dragon Cookie (tension)- "You are below me."

Bonus relationship

Candle Cookie (neutral)- "Rather weak. Easy to scare... I don't mean too" Pine Cookie (tension)- "Yeesh. Watch where you're going. Oh..." Chocolate Milk Cookie (neutral)- "...just don't sleep on the stairs. Don't want you getting stepped on." Charred Cookie (tension)- "You're... You're alive. I didn't know." Irish Cream Cookie (trust)- "I don't know what to do..." Cranberry Dragon Cookie (family)- "...nothing you can say would make it better." 

(⬇These characters belong to @kirbyisdead ⬇) 

  Honey Cookie (friendly)- "Golden treasure. In a way, I suppose." Chocolate Sauce Cookie (tension)- "stop BrEAK AND ENtERInG!" Shrimp Cookie (neutral)- "Just... just don't break anything while you're here." Cocoa Butter Cookie (neutral)- "...Just don't break things like the other dancer." Cardboard Cookie (neutral)- "Gah, you've got me." HighLighter Twins (Bright & Light) (neutral) - "You can try the crown on, if you wish"

(A chest filled with that which is most precious to the royal dragon family. Every ruler must put something into Shines during their rule, and Mulberry is no exception. The Prince cannot become King until he does. And until then, Shines will guard the irritable ruler of the Drifting Islands.

Ability: Comps up missed jellies till a certain amount has been eaten. Then goes ahead of the cookie and spits out gold coins.

Combi bonus: Speeds up abilities charge)

[maskedmuses-archived]

Snake of Golden Wings

This is a story of how a mother molded a man. 

Please be advised of the following tags: tw death, tw mental abuse, tw abuse, tw child abuse. Readmore for content and length.

Within Rusephine’s domain, good fortune had always been categorized by the colors white and gold. When the queen had produced a pearly egg, the kingdom had rejoiced, thinking her to have consummated a relationship with a new found king after three hundred years of rule. Whispers of a visitor from the Reptile Kingdom joining Rusephine had come to fruition when Gyasa, prince of the Snakes, had been discovered leaving behind the woman and egg he had helped borne into this world to return to his jungle.

There was no celebration when there was no King to accompany their Matriarch. No merriment when the egg shifted towards a gold, then twisted to a green sheen across its shell. Only fear erupted, when the crown prince emerged from the cracks in his birth casing. Golden hair dribbling down his face, and green eyes pupiless stared up at his mother, who glowered at the hatching of her only child.

Ensuring he imprinted upon her, Rusephine made eye contact merely once in the birthing room to bestow the hatchling a name: Osiris, the ancient human god of death. Then, with a purposed step, turned away from her newborn son, never to meet his gaze again for the next few years.

As a young child, he only aimed to impress his mother, to get her to look upon him with a smile without any success. Whether he made small drawings, or behaved well, nothing but a scowl was given before his mother would retire into her locked room, incapable of penetration by any aside whom Rusephine allowed.

His tiny wings began to flourish, the golden color predicted by his egg’s hue giving them a glittering color as he tried to flap and use them, honing his skills for flight. His body grew lanky, his tail stretching to accommodate his form, but the reptilian aspects taking form. Points along his canines, the skin that sloshed off of him in baths, his pointed ears coated with soft scaling.

Of course, there were those eyes that even the servants within the palace would not look directly upon.

Once Osiris managed to hover for more than a few seconds, he requested an audience with his mother. A proud child of five, able to hover longer than any else who had wings double his age, displayed the ability before his mother in the royal throne room. As she stared upon her creation, Rusephine’s face was cemented into a frown before she extended her hand, her feathers shooting out and surrounding his wings.

“No monster like you should be flying without permission.” Her voice echoed in the hall, striking his chest hard. Pain began to surge through his wings, his mother’s feathers crackling with a hellish static. A cry resounded in his head, only to realize it was his own screech as the power from the General took to his wings. Suspending them in time, they no longer grew, stumped, and the pain was blinding as he fell to his knees.

Nothing hurt more than the pain of being considered a monster.

Months began to pass and with the inability to fly, Osiris had become trapped within the palace. Creeping about and exploring new ways to make his home more interesting, Osiris stumbled upon guests that had been invited to their home. They were humanoid, one of them very pregnant. They had come to check up on his mother. A meeting of the Generals, as it would be later told to him by his room’s guard.

Crawling out of the vent in his room and to peer upon the meeting, eight adults surrounded a table, the boy finding it fascinating. All different people with so many names, Osiris had only ever seen bird-like Enterrans before. One was a large Taurian of sorts, one aquatic, one that seemed like a lion, one armored and bug like, a blond like him, who had fearsome green eyes. Then, there were the two humanoids.

The brunette, who began to speak, sounded kind. “Rusephine, Osiris seems to be growing very well. You should send him to Shindou sometime.” A gentle pat to her swollen stomach. “Koyakumo will need someone to look after her.”

“He is not some caretaker for your spawn, human.” Rusephine spoke flatly, riling the male humanoid before letting out a sigh. “I will consider visiting your little village when he is older. He needs to be taught his duties first.”

A huff came from the blond man, who crossed his arms and frowned at the Bird Queen. “He ought to learn it from his father. After all, my cousin may have his own quirks, but you did allow him into your chambers without any consult.”

A fist slammed down on the table, eclipsing the small gasp from the rafters, feathers bristled, but the woman was smiling. “Ryuma, you know I dislike mention of him at these meetings. Shall we move on from talking of our progeny, when you have none after your failure to make the human your bride?”

The silence that fell upon them was ignored as Osiris began to shift quietly away. He had a father. A father! He wanted to know more and plotted to greet the guests as soon as they left.

Crawling back to his room and bursting out of the room he had been sequestered in, the boy rushed down the hall, encountering the group as they began to exit. The female human had spotted him, and tugged on the male’s arm at her side, beckoning him to look. The violet haired man turned, the small child coming only to his knee.

“May I…May I visit you?” He blurted out. “You and your egg?” He pointed towards the brunette’s stomach causing laughter to ring from the woman as she nodded.

Smiling down upon the boy, she leaned down, gently patting his head. “Come any time you like, Osiris.”

A gasp emitted from his tiny frame. “You…know my name?” The two nodded, before Ryuma began to encroach.

“I’m sure Rusephine calls him something quite different.” As the woman’s hand began to move away from his golden locks, the man’s fingers extended down, giving him a small tap along the head. “I’m sure the boy hasn’t heard his name in years.”

“Ryuma!”

“Don’t scold me, huma—Yakumo.” A glance towards the male beside the woman made Ryuma reconsider his words. “Just because Mushra has bested me before does not make me wrong.” A turn and wave to them before he walked beyond the large doors, leaving behind the couple that had stopped. Both of them offered a smile to him before waving and giving pursuit to the other general.

Osiris stood in awe for a moment. A smile, a kindness. His name. It was all so new, his clawed fingers coming to touch the top of his head where he had been patted and given affection. Yet, it still felt empty; he only yearned it from his mother.

Sneaking out into the world had become common place for him when his mother’s attention was distracted by the Generals—people she had come to learn and understand their roles in the world as he grew—and met with the people in the city. Most were afraid of his appearance, but appreciated the help he could muster to them, from carrying groceries, to helping people with household chores.

Finally, cultivating enough bravery from those he helped, Osiris mustered enough strength to approach his mother once more. To ask to fly to this place that had been established: A city called Shindou.

“Alone? Little monster, are you mad?” Rusephine scoffed before looking away. “Guards—“

“Mother, if I am to be a good heir, don’t I need to see the world?” That was what he had deemed his role as a prince was, to become the successor to her throne. To make her proud. With how suddenly the Queen was upon him, her fingers digging into his face to the point he feared he might bleed and the rage swirling in her eyes, Osiris realized in an instant he had been far too mistaken.

“You are not my heir. I will rule for all time, do you understand?” A hastened nod that made her grip tighten painfully was made from his frame. “Good. Now, we can put this to rest—“

“If I see this place, I can become of better use to you!” Osiris sputtered out, his mother releasing his face and staring upon her son as he began to explain. “I…I can fly there and we can use this.” Plucking one of his small feathers, he knelt down and offered the golden gift to her. “My power can communicate with you. I can tell you if they are plotting anything. So that way, no one can challenge your authority!”

Silence fell between them, only the sound of the guard’s armor shifting nervously as Rusephine inspected the feather. Finally, her hand came down, placing firm upon his crown. “What a good little thing you are, thinking of your mother.” Slipping her hand away, Osiris was able to peer up, seeing his mother, wings expanded, and a smile stretched across her features. Truly, she was angelic and the boy felt weak before her.

“Let’s restore those wings of yours, my little monster.”

Shindou was a wondrous place to Osiris. All sorts of people were bustling around and finding the two who led the city—Mushra and Yakumo—hadn’t been easy. Practically lost, it was a small voice that had found the boy. “Hello!” Sounding akin to a chirp, confusion filling the prince as he glanced about, only for the voice to beckon once more. “Down!” It offered out.

The boy dipped his head, finding a violet haired child bowing to him before lifting up and smiling broadly. “Birdy!” She giggled out, he furrowing his brows in confusion until the girl pointed at his wings. “Mama said to find birdy!”

Once he arrived at the home of the Generals, Osiris had learned that was not what Yakumo had told the child, Koyakumo. Instead, she had told her to find someone with wings, but the three year old barely knew what that meant, so her father had clarified it was like a bird.

Osiris already felt tired and he had just arrived. Feeling as if this might have been a mistake, he turned, but his shirt was tugged on by the child, beckoning him to look back at her. When he did, he expected her to cower, just as all other children did. But instead she stared in awe at him, her mouth forming a circle in surprise. “Birdy has pretty eyes!” She cheered out, boy’s cheeks turning a bright red with a sputter.

It was a first, and the woman, Yakumo, swooped in to garner her child. “Forgive her, she speaks her mind ever since she learned to talk. Reminds me of someone I know.” A playful gaze was thrown to Mushra who chuckled. “Make yourself at home, Osiris.”

Home. That was what Shindou became for the boy.

Especially when it was where his father could meet him without the hounding from his mother.

Osiris had not held up his end of the bargain, instead giving his mother some information, but not all of it. Some that had been withheld was that of meeting with Gyasa within Shindou’s walls. It had been his mother that banished the prince from seeing his egg, and truthfully, the man seemed grateful. As Osiris grew towards a man, the more and more he realized the Snake Enterran would never have offered more than simply conflict within his life.

But the rebellion felt nice. The doors began to open to Osiris and upon his sixteenth year, he was openly helping the city, quelling their fears of him and instead his connections began to rise, not only of the other nobles, but of the common people. However, no matter what, any say of his succession was squashed, his mother always on the tip of his silver tongue.

She only left his mouth when his chambers were filled, those wishing to taste royalty, and deprived as he was, Osiris welcomed them, even without any enjoyment of his own. They smiled at him and relished his presence.

Even if they avoided his eyes.

The playboy was settled in his life, at least, until a visit when he was seventeen, and Gyasa had brought with him an attendant that wanted to meet his lord’s son. Older than him, the man was a reptile Enterran, a long green tail and scaling around his eyes and shoulders. His golden eyes were enticing, and despite being within the center of Rusephine’s domain, Osiris welcomed his father and his guest, Dipil, into the palace for the former to have conference with his mother.

The latter? Within days has Osiris wooed and welcoming him into lover’s embraces, all other expelled from his chambers in favor of his lover.

For the first time in years, things had seemed to be going well for the man, he was in love. He finally felt like the walls of the palace were a safety, not a prison. He could relish his company and fall asleep in his arms. A blissful dream.

But nothing more than that.

On the eve that Gyasa was to depart, a small glimmer of steel reflected the moonlight that filtered into the prince’s chambers. Dipil awoke the naïve man with blade to his throat, threatening to end his existence. He was a danger to those in the reptile kingdom. A posed false king among those in the actual ranks who worshiped his father. “Who could ever really love a monster like you?” A hissed out insult that snapped the last thread of hope in his heart.

“I do.”

The woman’s voice radiated, the reptile hissing as he was lifted up from atop his former lover’s frame, instantly his limps being split by razor sharp feathers. Blood rained from above, splattering the prince with crimson, which cleared only when tears rushed down his cheeks, leaving pale streaks in their wake. His mother stood at the door, holding the feather he had given her years before. “I never trusted this man. Finish this, Osiris.”

A command from his Queen, his mother, Osiris could not refuse. His body moved on its own, green stare unable to break away from Dipil. A trembling hand reached for his longer feathers, intending to turn them to steel, as the barely living man whispered from above. “…I’m sorry. I love you.”

Before Osiris could strike, the man disintegrated into a card, which felt helplessly through the air and landed upon the floor. The prince crumpled to the ground, weakened, and Rusephine rushed in, wrapping her arms and wings around him, pulling his feeble frame close to her chest.

“It’s alright now.” Tears were renewed along his face, confusion lighting his features as his mother hugged him. “This is why you should listen. Why you should never leave. People will want to kill you, no matter how much good you do in this world. Do you understand why?”

Shaking his head, Osiris couldn’t comprehend. He had done everything, given everything, done everything to know what love was. Rusephine smiled, leaning close to his ear with a small whisper.

“Because you’re a monster that only I can love.” Her smile turned wicked as the light began to dim from Osiris’ eyes. “Do as I say, stay here with me, and we can rule this world, together. Have whatever toys you want, but in the end?” Pulling her face back and placing her hand on his bloodstained cheek, the boy unable to divert his gaze from the woman’s. “I shall give you whatever you wish, as long as you obey me. None else shall suffer this fate.” Her wing brushed against the fallen card, scratching into it. “As long as you be a good little monster and offer me all of your power whenever I call upon it.” Her smile turned tender, a gentle stroke of her thumb against his cheek. “Do you understand, Osiris?”

“Yes…Mother.”

[magiccreaturecouncil]

Prologue

In a world where a civilization of many different lifeforms exists, chaos is inevitable, but certainly not uncontrollable. A council of 10, each of whom represent each major tribe, has been instated in order to control the chaos in the land and bring peace among every creature. 

The group prepare themselves for the ceremony to have them become leaders. 

“I’m so nervous...”, Ellie, a young, pink female with skin made of cloth and thread, stuttered behind huge, blue curtains and looked outside to see the crowd of creatures waiting for the ceremony to start. “I can’t do this! I can’t LEAD!” Ellie yelped as a cold, wet hand was placed on her shoulder. “Ellie, calm down. You were chosen for a reason. other creatures love you!” A watery female figure, Terry, was smiling at her overwhelmed silk friend. “You’re gonna be an amazing asset to this team, El. I know it.” Terry smiled and Ellie, who smiled back nervously. 

At that moment, a fiery portal burst from the ground and a figure began to emerge from the lava pool. It’s top half was that of a semi-humanoid shape with a black mask with dark orange cracks, resembling scorched earth. Hot red eyes stare at the Terry, who looked indifferently at him. “Rag... I thought you weren’t coming.”  Terry said. “It’s not like I wanted to come. But my Majordomo insisted.” ,Rag scoffed, “Can we get on with this already? I have other things to attend to.” 

 “Pfft”, Terry chuckled, “If you stopped talking like we’re still in the primordial times, people would take you a bit more seriously.” Rag’s flame grew a bit, “I don’t know about you, but I am definitely talking correctly. You’ve been hanging out with mechs too much. The sludge oil must be getting to your head.” A splash of water hit Rag in the face and he hissed. Terry smirked, “Watch who you’re talking to ‘Fire Prince’, this council is supposed to bring all creatures together after all.” She smiled at him, to which Rag responded with a glare.

  Two more figures entered, one humanoid red and brown bird and a girl in a traditional pandaren dress, along with a red cricket hair clip in her straightened hair. The bird yawned, the girl looked at her companion and spoke in a soft tone, “Looks like someone didn’t sleep early enough last night.” Yuni giggled a bit before her companion, Aril, responded. “Hey.Don’t blame me!”, He yawned again before speaking, “Blame the hatchlings...they never stop moving...and getting lost...and...” He began to doze off before Yuni hit him with her elbow. “ Come on, Ari. What type of leader sleeps on the job?” “Well, I have no idea why anyone chose me, the hatchery caretaker, to lead when I already work three 6 hour shifts. Aril rubbed his eyes and slapped his face a bit to keep himself a wake. Yuni notices Rag and smiles brightly at him. “Ragnaros! I’m glad you’re here!” “I’m not.”, Rag replied. Yuni chuckled, “Well either way, we will soon be able to discuss some issues that our tribes have with one another, and hopefully settle our differences.” Rag rolled his eyes, “Yes. I’m sure this council will provide a very... interesting take into one another’s society.” 

Another woman wearing a jade green dress with a golden dragon embroidered onto it and a young man wearing a sky blue jacket with a golden tiger stitched to the back talked amongst themselves as they entered. “And that is why, I believe that Windwool is one of the best cloths to use in dressmaking. What do you think, Xu 'Fu?��“ the woman asked. “I liked all your arguments, Yu’la. They are very well thought out”, Xu ‘Fu said with a smile and he turned to the others, “Hello everyone! is everyone excited for the ceremony?” Terry and Ellie raised their hand up high and shouted “Definitely!” at the same time. Rag was indifferent and simply shrugged and muttered “Meh” in response and Aril was passed out in his chair. Yuni came up and hugged Yu’la and Xu ‘Fu tightly,”I’m glad you two are hear!” They hugged Yuni back and were taken aback by how strong she was. “We’re happy to see you too..oof..Yuni. Could you.please loosen your hug though? I can’t breathe.” Xu ‘Fu said smiling nervously. Yuni immediately let them both go. “Sorry about that guys!” she apologized. Yu’la smiled “It’s alright, Yuni. I promise.”  

The room began had a sudden chill to it, as if the temperature had dropped tremendously in only a matter of moments. Yuni, Xu ’Fu, and Yu’ la had gripped their arms while Terry and Ellie hugged each other to keep warm. Aril was chattering his teeth in his sleep while Rag leaned against the wall, holding his arms, even he was getting cold. “This is no ordinary cold.. this is the chill of death itself.”, Rag looked to see a female figure who was slightly transparent and hovered with ghostly white wings. “Valitria, surprising to see you here.” Rag stated. Valitria spoke in a low, foreboding tone, “I could say the same for you, fire prince. It is simply an obligation that I must keep in order for our tribes to finally be united. Valitria looked around the room, “Hello beings of life, do not be alarmed. I have not come to take you...yet.”, Valitria stated. “That’s...good I guess?”,Terry commented ,” Alright. who are we waiting for now?” Ellie answered immediately, “I think that the mechanical and humanoid representatives aren’t here yet.” 

At that exact moment, a loud crash could be heard from just behind the group, all of which turned to see a small, impish boy in wore- down jeans and a rough looking jacket and a thin, dark-skinned male wearing sunglasses and brandishing jeweled rings and belts  come into the room grinning to themselves. “That was AWESOME!” exclaimed the impish boy, the taller dark-skinned male chuckled “Damn right it was awesome! We gotta do it again.” Rag spoke with a smirk on his face as he spoke to the taller boy, “Look who finally arrived, I truly wonder how it took you this long to get here, Bling. With all your ‘State of the art’ technology you keep preaching about.” Bling shrugged his shoulders and looked at his hand, “Oh well. I’m here, ain’t I?” He replied snarkily towards Rag. Rag rolled his eyes and chuckled as he slowly clapped, ”Bravo! You’re actually HERE. What an amazing feat! Want a cookie?” “Hmph”, Bling responded with a quick glare and irritation in his voice as he walked away from Rag.

 The impish boy approached Ellie and waved shyly. Ellie waved back kindly, “How are you today?” The impish boy replied with a much softer tone than what he had come in with. “I-I’m fine thank you. Y-yourself? I’m Kariz by the way. But you can just call me ‘K’.” Ellie sighed. “I don’t really know, K. I’m supposed to feel like a leader... but I just don’t see why anyone else couldn’t have been chosen.” Kariz sat beside Ellie “I know the feeling..” Ellie smiled at Kariz, “Well.. I guess with other people to help us, it won’t be as bad right?” Kariz nodded and smiled back, “ Definitely!” 

Horns began to sound and a small miniature robot came in from the other side of the curtain to greet them. “The ceremony has begun! When your name is called, please proceed to front stage.” Everyone waited as the announcements began. 

“To all my fellow creatures! I am proud to announce our elected council!” The crowd cheered as he spoke and the sound of stomping and clapping echoed throughout the audience. It took a minute before the speaker could silence the crowd again. “I know that many of our different tribes have indeed had their differences and struggles against one another but I believe that we must not dwell on the past and now focus on our future, not as strangers, but as friends and neighbors. Now, enough of the preliminary announcements, it time to present our council members! And the first tribe is... Magic!” A firework popped into the air and exploded, creating a four pointed purple star. “ Our Magical representative is Ellie Plush!” Ellie took a huge gulp and headed past the curtain, walking to the speaker and nervously shook hands with them before being presented a medal. “ I am honored and humbled to be the one who bares the responsibility I have. I will do my best to achieve peace and represent the Magic community in the council!” She said proudly with little nervousness in her voice. 

The crowd  was wild with laughter and excitement, clapping for her from the minute she got on stage to the moment she was off stage. Ellie breathed out heavily and smiled at her new peers, who congratulated her. The rest of the council was announced and with every single announcement, the crowd for each tribe roared loudest for each of their representatives. 

“Ragnaros II for Elemental representative!” 

“Terry Puddle for Aquatic representative!” 

“ Xu ‘Fu for Beast representative!” 

“Yu’ la for Draconic representative!”

“ Yuni, ‘Red Cricket’ for Critter representative!” 

“Aril Teroclaw for Flying representative!”  

“Valitria Deathblossom for Undead representative!”

“Kariz Fiendish for Humanoid representative!”

“Blingtron Mini for Mechanical representative” 

Bling groaned “I told them to leave that out..” 

At the end of the ceremony, all the representatives stood before the crowd and bowed, with the audience bowing back as a form of respect. They all said their vows. 

“This council shall treat each and every creature as an equal and will protect everyone from harm or wrong doing. This council will be a place to exchange ideas and also negotiate with each other. This council is only made possible by you and we are all forever grateful! Thank you!” The entire crowd roared over excitement and the newly formed council members smiled and were proud of themselves and their people. When they all went to sleep that night, they readied themselves for the challenges ahead. 

(I hope you enjoyed this little prologue of mine! took me about 3 hours to write it all 0w0. Let me know what youguys think! 

.Ragnaros, Terry, Yuni, Aril, Valitria, Kariz, Bling, Xu ‘Fu, Yu’ la, Yuni, and Ellie are available for asks.)

[misfits-fr]

Meet Windsong, the Reluctant Prince

Clan Role: Stormy's right hand

Pronouns: She/He/They

"Oh, hello there! I wish I'd known we would have guests, then I would have tidied up. Let me at least put my books away!"

A motherly figure (in a genderfluid sort of way) who wishes more than anything to be the embodiment of what the Windsinger represents, Windsong is always a compassionate carer and guide in the clan. She loves helping to take care of hatchlings or familiars whenever needed. Her voice is soft and her singing is the most soothing sound there is. When she's not busy helping Stormy lead our clan, she's usually found learning how to bake and make candies.

She was the co-founder of this clan and came on board with the idea of growing a unique and diverse family of dragons, though she now feels more hesitant about her decision. She asked Whiskey and Rye to join the clan as soon as she had the chance to help her feel less lonely in all the mess.

Quote from Windsong: "Have you ever thought of that word... humane? Its roots come from a species long gone, but that word still remains to describe compassion for all beings. I wonder what kind of impact we will leave on the world and its language when we're gone."