#Mirror Hatchling

[frostefrontinus]

This little one will be heading to the auction today. Slipknot and Luda made such handsome babies it took me a whole day to decide if I really wanted to do it.

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3772 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2024-11-22 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2024-11-27

Progeny:

Hatchling 10032 - Guardian XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Emerald Flecks, Common

Hatchling 10033 - Guardian XYX Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Caramel Flecks, Common

Hatchling 10034 - Mirror XYX Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Chocolate Firebreather, Dark

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[outerwildsventure]

OUTER WILDS SPOILER FOR BASE GAME AND ECHOES OF THE EYE ENDING

One thing that made me go "Why?" during the finale with eote finished was the section with the prisoner. We have to blow out the candles representing each species, but the one with the Hearthians have three framed pictures instead of one. The people depicted are Hal, Tephra, and Gneiss specifically.

And I wondered: "Why them?" Maybe the reason is that they are all special to the Hatchling themself. There's certainly dialogue to imply that for Tephra and Hal. Maybe it could also have been to show Hearthians at each stage of their life: child, adulthood, and senior. After all, Hearthians are the only species we see at multiples stages of their life. It makes sense we have a more complete picture of them.

But one thing that stood out was that Hal worked with the Hatchling to create the Nomai translator tool, which is what brings Hatchling this far. Gneiss made the instruments for the travelers, which are instrumental (hah) in the finale.

So both of their contributions are important. What about Tephra then? Well, they familiarize you with the signalscope, teaching you to seek out signals. Gneiss does that too, though. So what else?

I propose this: When the Hatchling agrees to play with Tephra and Galena, they close their eyes (isn't watching) so Tephra and Galena disappear to another location. You must track them down with the signalscope to their hiding spot. Sounds very, very familiar with something else, does it not?

I do recognize that this probably making a great reach. After all, if we want to talk about people who made great contributions to Hatchling's journey, members of Outer Wilds Ventures are stronger candidates compared to Tephra.

Regardless, I just wanted to share my thoughts on the section of the finale that fills me with great bitter-sweetness.

[shamsiel-fr]

Look at this ugly ass hatchling. He looks like bone dust. He should be ashamed.

Does anyone want him? Because I don't. His dragon mother may love that face but the facilitator of his creation looks at him with nothing but scorn

[gimmethemprimals]

I think its funny whenever people have Lightning lore where its like “OOOO THEY EXPERIMENT ON PEOPLE FOR SCIENCE AND MONEY” when I’m fully convinced that signing up to an experiment in the Tempest Spire is like the equivalent of joining the military and Lightning dragons are throwing themselves at the opportunity to get insane shit done to them

Why wouldn’t you wanna sign up to an experiment that turns you into goo, that’s awesome and now you can slip through tight spaces, who needs organs anyways?

(Also applies to Arcane)

[hartxstarr-art]

baby finds man and adopts him against his own will.

[inbarfink]

[pocketmouse-fr]

behold, milk

symmetrical milk

[arimwe-fr]

It is my friends birthday today and I hatched an egg for her to celebrate (she picked the Fire egg).

And uh...

This is my luckiest hatch ever???

It's Lavender/Heather/Heather, so one-off XXX (and currently XYY), plus born with multi-gaze (I know that that isn't much nowadays when you can buy eye types, but still)

Like, I am seriously debating on either keeping this child, or selling them to make dragon cash to fund my projects...

[cheshiregrinfu]

My new years hatches :3

(👀 the red female nocturne is my favorite rn-)

[andalorii]

the copies are in :D I will be sticking a few on the AH and am also open to trades while supplies last! I have no idea how to price them so I suppose I will see what sticks !

Tried my hand at another skin! I may turn this into a series, of robot skins for hatchlings.

This one will be 5 copies again, once I have them I'll probably try to sell them on AH again!

[frostefrontinus]

Three new babies up in the auction.

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3694 - Sickids/Moros

Mated On: 2024-09-04 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2024-09-09

Progeny:

Hatchling 9816 (Jade) - Guardian XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Spearmint Firebreather, Uncommon - 15 gems on 2024-09-25

Hatchling 9817 (Oskar) - Mirror XXY Male, White Piebald/White Paint/Tan Firebreather, Unusual - 15,000 on 2024-08-13

Hatchling 9818 (nami) - Mirror XXY Female, White Piebald/White Paint/Orange Flecks, Rare - 15 gems on 2024-09-23

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[ylisseangardens]

I couldn't wait.

I am ABSOLUTELY keeping that Male Mirror, but feel free to make offers on the other two!

[scryingworkshop]

[novaursa]

could you please do torrhen stark x aegon the conquerers youngest sister (not rhaenys), getting married and having kids in winterfell

Queen of Winter

- Summary: Your life with Torrhen flourishes in spite of your brother’s ire.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Torrhen Stark

- Note: This is another part of The Broken Crown series, where the reader chooses Torrhen ending called The Queen's Choice. These events follow after the ending.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The North had never seen such a wedding. The cold winds blew through the godswood as you and Torrhen Stark were wed beneath the heart tree, its ancient branches reaching out as silent witnesses. The Old Gods looked on as you made your vows, their presence felt in every gust of icy wind. Winterfell’s great hall had roared with celebration that night, the fires blazing high in the hearth, the Starks and their bannermen toasting to the union of ice and fire.

Years had passed since that fateful day, and Winterfell was no longer just a place of cold stone and ancient oaths. It was filled with the laughter of children, your children. Nine in total, each one a reflection of the bond between you and Torrhen, the fierce love that had grown despite the odds, despite the war, and despite the looming shadow of Aegon and his sisters.

Your sons were the embodiment of the North’s strength, towering figures with the bulk and muscle of their father’s kin, but with the unmistakable Valyrian features that marked their heritage. Their hair, silver as moonlight, was often tousled by the wind, and their violet eyes burned with the same fierce intensity as your dragon. They moved through Winterfell with the quiet power of wolves, though the fire of dragons coursed through their veins.

Your daughters, on the other hand, were your mirror. Each one carried a trace of your fire, both in spirit and in appearance. They had inherited your beauty, your poise, and the regal way you held yourself, but beneath it all was the cold steel of the North, a quiet fierceness that only you could understand. When they stood with their brothers, they were a fearsome sight, children of two worlds, bonded by blood and the strength of the North.

It was a day of clear skies and crisp air when Torrhen found you in the godswood, watching your children. Your youngest son, Rhaenar, was perched on a low branch of the weirwood tree, his silver hair glowing in the midday light, his eyes fixed on the sky where one of his older brothers circled on dragonback. You smiled, a small, contented sigh escaping your lips.

Torrhen approached quietly, wrapping his arm around your waist, his warmth seeping through the heavy fur cloak you wore. “Rhaenar is restless again,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“He wants a dragon of his own,” you replied, leaning into him. “He watches the skies more than the other children. He has his eyes on one of Tesaerix’s hatchlings.”

Torrhen chuckled softly, his breath misting in the cold air. “The boy has ambition. Like his mother.”

You smiled at that, looking up at your husband. His face, weathered by the years and the responsibilities of ruling, was still as handsome and strong as the day you first met. “And like his father,” you teased. “The Starks may be wolves, but there’s dragon blood in his veins.”

Torrhen’s gaze softened, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “Our children are as much Stark as they are Targaryen. They carry both fire and ice in them. They will grow into great leaders.”

Your eyes turned back to the godswood, watching as your eldest son, Vaeron, landed his dragon in the clearing. The beast, a large creature with scales the color of dark smoke and ember, lowered its head, allowing Vaeron to dismount. He was the spitting image of you in his features, but Torrhen’s strength and Northern stature shaped his form. Vaeron had bonded with the first of Tesaerix’s clutch, a proud dragon who had hatched in the dead of winter.

As Vaeron approached, Rhaenar rushed over to his older brother, eyes wide with excitement. “Did she fly higher today? Did you see beyond the Wall from afar?”

Vaeron smiled, ruffling his little brother’s hair. “Not today, little wolf. But one day, when you have your own dragon, we’ll fly together.”

Rhaenar’s face lit up, and he looked to you with a pleading expression. “Mother, when will one of the hatchlings choose me?”

You knelt down, brushing a lock of silver hair from his forehead. “Patience, my love. The dragons choose when the time is right. They are not just beasts to command—they are kin, bound by blood and fire.”

Rhaenar nodded solemnly, though his excitement was barely contained. The bond between dragon and rider was something every child of yours yearned for, and you knew it would come in time.

That evening, as the fires in Winterfell’s great hall roared and the scent of roasted meat filled the air, your children gathered around the table, laughter and conversation filling the space. Vaeron sat at the head of the table beside Torrhen, discussing strategy and plans with his father, while your daughters entertained their younger brothers, teasing them mercilessly.

Torrhen watched them with pride in his eyes, the legacy you had built together here in the North. “The bannermen will be expecting more of our children to take up their positions soon,” he said, his voice thoughtful. “Vaeron will need to command, and the others will follow.”

“They are ready,” you replied, glancing at your sons and daughters. “The dragons have chosen some of them already, and the Old Gods watch over the rest.”

Torrhen took your hand under the table, his grip firm but warm. “I never thought our lives would become this, Y/N. Not after all that’s happened. But now, I can’t imagine it any other way.”

You smiled at him, your heart swelling with the same love you had carried since the day you’d flown north to be with him. “This is where we were always meant to be, Torrhen. Here, with our children, our dragons, our home.”

The years had not been without their trials, but in that moment, surrounded by your family, the future seemed as vast and as endless as the northern sky.

In the distance, a dragon roared, its call echoing through the halls of Winterfell, a reminder of the power that lay within your bloodline, and the strength of the bond between fire and ice.