#NEEDED to draw her slaying a dragon

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Dragon Slayer

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From Friend To Foe

PAIRING: Dark!Aemond Targaryen X Strong!fem!Reader

CONTENT WARNING: smut (18+, mdni), noncon, virgin!reader, possessive aemond, friends to enemies, childhood friends, reader is from house strong, dragon riding (also riding Aemond), unprotected sex (p in v), forced kissing, breeding, angst, threats, humiliation, reader has dark hair, hair pulling, slapping, cunnilingus, mention of forced marriage, attempted murder.

SYNOPSIS: Aemond and you were childhood friends, you being the daughter of a lord and him being the Targayen prince. When the Greens and Blacks went against each other, your father’s sworn fealty to the blacks became an obstacle in your friendship and when your father was defeated, army overthrown — you were taken prisoner, kneeled before the Targaryen prince who was once your closest friend.

Swords clashed, dragon roared and knights fell after fighting bravely.

All you could do was sit idle in your room and await the promise of a better future. Only it did not come and when silence haunted the grounds of Harrenhal and everything came to a halt, you were certain your family had lost the fight.

You were mere humans, with no possession of such an almighty being.

Dragons were Gods. To be worshiped and prayed — and one was prominently flying over the remains of Harrenhal.

Belonging to none other than Aemond Targaryen, who was once your beloved friend with whom you dreamt of riding on a dragon.

Aemond had promised you when you were younglings. A promise that once he has claimed himself a dragon, you would be the first person he'd take for a flight.

The irony of the situation broke your heart.

The same dragon had left your castle and people in ruins — Vhagar’s loud wails filling up the sky with terror. You knew very well that now your army had fallen, your father definitely slain, you were going to face the same fate as many women during war did.

A prisoner, meat for Aemond’s men.

The door was slammed open and you turned around in a swift motion, finding your servant standing there. A look of horror adorning her once serene features. “It is done. The Targaryen prince has won and we are the only ones left.”

Tears blurred your vision. You did not remember reaching for the sharp blade which you had placed on your side table, an escape from all the atrocities you would eventually be forced to face by the hands of your own closest friend.

War was war.

And with the stories of Aemond’s cruelty circulating about, you knew very well than to beg for mercy or even expect it. Long gone was the sweet prince who made you promises of protection, a dragon and long lasting friendship.

He was your foe now.

An enemy who had slayed the men of your house, your own blood.

As you attempted to cut your own throat, a hand prevented you from doing so. Guards, of house Targaryen. Your face paled and your tears finally rushed down your face in glossy streaks, your one chance of escape taken from you.

The men restrained you but you screamed, struggled even. To break free and somehow draw the blade closer to your throat, only a small cut and you would disappear. You did not care if this was considered weak, you were willing to do just about anything to keep your dignity and honor.

To not be some slave for a man to put his cock in.

“Stay still, woman!” One of the guards berated you but you didn't listen, worming in their grasp.

“Let me go! Release me, right now.” Your screams echoed in the expanse of your chamber as well as the castle and Aemond heard them too.

He had ordered the demise of everyone, everyone besides you. There was this ache, this need to lay his eye upon you for the first time in awhile. Last time he saw you when you were nine, a beautiful little girl who often came to the red keep with her father — member of the council.

Aemond and your friendship flourished when you defended him against Aegon, comforting him to not lose all hope for a dragon. It was you who encouraged him, who provided him with the mental strength to claim Vhagar.

Your words of strength lingered in the back of his mind when he took claim of the largest dragon.

And now he had caused destruction with the same dragon.

Fate had brought you both to this. Ruined every good thing which was left in his life and he knew that you would never, ever forgive him for destroying your home.

You were kind, loving, sweet. Rebellious too but always stood your ground and believed in achieving justice, by any means. Aemond wondered how you'd grown, how you appeared as an adult now.

Did you braid your dark hair the same way as his Targaryen sister did, since you'd grown so fond of their silver hair? Were your eyes still the same onyx dark as your hair, a stark contrast to his own purple ones and was your choice in clothes still so dreadful? Curiosity pinched at his abdomen.

Your screams boomed through Harrenhal and Aemond felt proud of your resistance, only he had no knowledge of what you were resisting for so prominently.

He had no idea all your desperation and fight was to end your life.

The guards pulled you apart, their blood stained hands managing to rip off the side of your dress which concealed your shoulder during all the commotion to get you to release the blade. You somehow managed to free yourself from one of the guard’s unbearable grip and slashed his face with the blade.

“Ah, you fucking bitch.” He screamed, holding his face with one hand while the other tried to reach for you.

Another guard extracted his revenge, striking you across your face and tugging at the already torn fabric, exposing more of your back.

Your face contorted in pain, wishing to rid yourself off this world. “Don't fucking touch me. Unhand me and I will slaughter you lot like pigs.”

Your threats were larger than your size and some guards found you amusing while some knew you were capable of what you had promised them. A hand reached for your wrist, to tame it but not being able to pry open your clingy fingers around the dagger with all their strength.

Your fingers had paled, losing all their pink hue and the blood had stopped pumping through the small veins. That was how strong your grip around the weapon was.

Being carried down the stairs, your gaze took in the sight of the place that was once your home. Broken and hopeless, you were dragged along to the main hall. Rain pattered over the stones, causing a nauseating feeling in your stomach as you took in the situation of your castle.

Thankfully, your blurry vision did not allow you to take more of the destruction. All you noticed was the daunting figure of your enemy, standing pridefully at the center of the hall, awaiting your arrival.

You were pushed towards someone, forced on your knees and the silky silver strands gave away at the person's identity. Prince Aemond Targaryen stood before you, with his back turned to you and hands clasped behind his back.

You attempted to gather the pieces of your torn dress, holding it over your chest since it was ripped evidently in the back. Aemond upon turning around, did not expect you to be in such ruins. Dress torn apart, dark hair all but a mess and he caught glimpse of the silver rings encircled around your strands.

Now in a complete frenzy.

The same silver you always wore in your hair, around your little braids.

Aemond glanced up at his guards and then back at you, watching you. Demeanor phlegmatic, lips sitting tediously on his face.

You didn't dare to lift up your eyes. It wasn't about possessing enough courage to look him in the eye but having no self control. You knew deep down if you looked at him, you'd lose all control and attack him.

“I don't recall ordering you lot to bring her in such a..” Aemond tilted his head, analyzing the state you were in. “disheveled state.”

“She fought back a lot, my Prince. Intended to cut her throat with that little blade of hers in her hand.” Aemond was slightly taken aback from the revelation but you were right to choose that as an option. Everyone in this room knew what happened to women during war, especially the beautiful ones such as yourself.

The highborns were craved more as they carried noble blood within them.

His one eye fell upon the blade you still held with great vigor in your hand and Aemond nearly snickered. You had not let go of that adamant personality of yours, carrying it with you in adulthood.

Aemond did not like how your beautiful skin was exposed to the lecherous eyes of his guards. This abrupt jealousy even left him bemused for a moment, nonetheless he diverted his attention back to you.

He stepped closer — frame towering over yours and you saw the perfect moment to attack him. A feeble and thoughtless action but it was either succumbing to horrors or extracting revenge. In a fraction of mere seconds, you had risen up from your knees and headed for him with the pointy end of the dagger in his direction.

The guards reached for you and before you could possibly injure the Prince regent, his fingers enveloped your wrist. With potent strength and fast reflexes, Aemond held you in place. A mischievous glint flashed in his one good eye, lips curving up in a malicious smirk.

He saw the raw hatred and hunger for revenge in your eyes — your hand unwavering and stable. You meant the attack. Nowhere was it under the sad emotions of losing your family.

“Bold of you to assume this would work on me, Dōna.” Aemond whispered, face only a few inches apart from yours. Only the dagger separating you. You acknowledged the name he'd called you, from when you were children and the anger inside you was fuelled more. (Sweet)

“Have I not trained in front of you, hm? Did you not see me wield a sword whenever you stayed in the red keep?”

You glared at him. “I will kill you, either with poison or with a dagger. It is my promise to you, tyrant.”

“From raqiros to tyrant? You truly have grown, my Dōna.” He whispered malevolently, his warm breath with its own mind caressing the bridge of your nose, nearly with affectionate. (Friend)

Having spent most of your childhood in the red keep with the targaryens, especially Aemond, he was bound to teach you some high valyrian. You knew what raqiros meant, but he had never unveiled the meaning behind the nickname he gave you. Promising you he would once you two are grown enough.

Aemond looked up from your face to his men who stood on guard. Three of them, big and broad. His eyes raked over their hands and as he imagined those same hands mishandling you, ripping away at your clothes and prying open the corset which held your dress together, his jaw clenched.

“Ser Criston Cole,” he called out and the commander responded, head held high.

Aemond’s hand still prevented you from moving an inch, the pointy end of the dagger only a few inches away from his glistening, pale cheek.

“Behead them.” It was a simple command but it instilled fear in everyone in the room, including you. Even the commander was surprised by such a gruesome order and dared to ask. “Forgive me, my Prince but why?”

Aemond locked gaze with you. “They dared to lay hands on my prize, unveiled her dignity.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the Commander nodded, passing the order to his other guards. You heard the sounds of constant struggle, similar to yours as their pleas to live fell upon deaf ears.

“My Prince, please! Spare us, we were only acting upon your order!”

They were ignored, as Aemond continued to stare at you. His purple eye dropping to your lips for a second. He released you and you, on instinct, stepped back with the dagger still in your hand. It was proven that combat was definitely not how you could take down the prince.

Aemond had forced you to come along to the premises of Harrenhal, where his dragon rested. Strained and tired from the war she had indulged in. You had never seen Vhagar up close but knew that she was the second largest dragon, her first rider being Visenya Targaryen.

Your lips shuddered the more closer you were pulled next to the sleeping dragon.

“She can smell fear.” Aemond reminded you, staring ahead. “Conceal it unless you wish to burn to ashes.”

You inhaled a deep breath, closing your eyes and hoping to put an end to the growing fear in the presence of Vhagar.

When you opened your eyes, you were more calm now and in the right state of mind to admire the beast’s beauty. She was gorgeous, a shade of bronze mixed with green and blue highlights. Green, fierce eyes staring ahead and you would have congratulated Aemond on claiming a dragon if only the circumstances were different.

“You will ride with me to King’s Landing.”

“I will not.” You spat, taking a step back from him. That didn't seem to please Aemond as he closed the distance between you and grasped your arm, holding you in place. “Yes, you will.”

“I would rather be fed to your hounds than ride with you upon the back of the dragon which destroyed my home.” Your tone was venomous, full of anger and spite. Aemond knew there was no way calming you down or ridding you of your anger, so he did the next best thing that came to mind.

His slim hands slithered across your waist as he picked you up, settling you down on the dragon’s back. Vhagar released a roar and Aemond whispered something to her in high valyrian, causing her to calm down. Her head settling down, to rest.

He moved in front of you, taking a seat as well. “Hold on tight.”

You glued your hands to your sides, completely ignoring him. Aemond released a frustrated growl at your adamant behavior and lack of pliancy. He reached behind to grab your arms with his gloved hands, forcefully circling them around his small waist.

“Let go of me.” You struggled and Aemond looked back at you with irritation all over his beautiful face. “Do you wish to succumb to your death by falling? If so, feel free to let go.”

That was a lie as Aemond had already tied you to him with the brown belt — locking you with him. Even if you were to let go of him, his body weight restricted on his dragon would prevent you from falling and eventually meeting your demise. This was merely to get you to touch him.

To feel you against him, with little to no distance.

Your lips settled in a frown as you tightened your hold around him causing Aemond to grin. He patted his dragon’s back and then spoke. “Sōvēs, Vhagar.” (Fly)

The dragon shifted on its legs, preparing for the flight and you gasped when you felt it move more beneath you. Subconsciously, your fingers gripped the leather tunic of Aemond, chest pressing tightly over his broad back. Terror filled you as the dragon finally took flight, its huge wings flapping and the force of it made you realize how easy it must have been for Aemond to ruin your house.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, closing your lids shut and burying your face in Aemond’s shoulders.

This is exactly how he had anticipated your first ride on a dragon with him all these years, how you'd react to the beast moving and roaring. Your subtle touches, adorable reactions and soft sounds were just as Aemond had pictured them in his mind.

And he was fulfilling his promise to you.

Until now, Aemond never allowed anyone to ride with him. Only you were the exception and as gruesome the enmity between the two of you was, he could not simply suppress the overwhelming feelings he'd always harbored.

“Aemond..” You whispered, as the dragon took flight and it left you screaming. “Aemond! I'm fucking terrified.”

One hand holding onto his seat, the other reached over and settled on your hand around his chest. In an attempt to comfort you as Vhagar flew into the depths of the sky, Harrenhal nothing but a small scenery when you opened your eyes to look down at it.

A lone tear slid down your face.

This was not how you wished to ride with Aemond.

You hated him, disgust all over your face when you noticed how little and inferior everything appeared from up here. No wonder the Targaryens burned people and houses, as they felt superior being this close to Gods than the rest of you.

“Calm down, Dōna.” He said to you when his dragon had finally flew for King’s Landing.

You didn't say anything, only loosened your hold around him after realizing how awfully close were you to him.

Aemond noticed that and didn't like it.

“Vēzot, Vhagar. Vēzot.” Upon hearing Aemond’s command, the dragon changed route and flew high up in the air, going up tearing through the grey clouds. In fear of falling, your arms once again found themselves around the dragon rider’s small waist. (Up)

You had no idea what Aemond had said but it made his dragon fly up, defying gravity and leaving you gasping for air.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Aemond relished in the feeling of power he had over you and the power he'll soon have over others too. It was painfully evident his brother was incompetent and if something were to befall him, it would be Aemond next in line to inherit the throne.

Never did you ever think or expect that you would be brought back to the red keep as a prize, a symbol of victory — a slave most definitely for Aemond after how he behaved last time with the guards last time. He did not allow anyone to look at you, to touch you, besides your maidens who helped you doll up for the Prince.

His possessiveness was very well known to you when you both were children but you had expected him to grow out of it. How foolish of you to assume that.

Aemond was a possessive child. You recalled the time where he had forbade his siblings from playing with you — or when he did not let anyone touch his sword or even wield it. You remembered how the future lord of Casterly Rock was treated only because he had dared to pass a compliment to Aemond’s sword.

You could hear the cheers of the smallfolk and it disgusted you. He only won against you and your family, not the Blacks. It repulsed you how he was supporting a usurper and not the rightful heir. Your father died for the cause of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you would do too in a heartbeat.

You were lead inside the Red keep after the notorious flight with Aemond. The Prince’s orders were to his servants were to lead you to his own chambers and clean you up. You had no idea why, but you were not going to comply easily.

“I am not your mistress.” Your voice boomed loudly in the main hall, causing Aemond’s footsteps to come to a halt. “Neither am I your whore. Kill me because I too support Rhaenyra Targaryen’s claim to the throne. I shall die a honorable death as my father and kin did.”

You had dared to speak to him, like that, in the presence of not only the Queen but even the other council members.

Aemond’s hands balled up into fits. “Take her.”

You were forcefully dragged somewhere while you struggled, piercing screams enough to damage one's ears. Before you were pulled in a corridor, you made a promise. “I will get my revenge, Aemond Targaryen. You shall answer for the blood of my family that stains your hands. I will never forgive you!”

Alicent followed her son, your threats still lingering in her mind. You had screamed them with tremendous agony and will. She worried, for the kingdom.

“Do you believe you would be doing the realm anything good by bringing a blood thirsty enemy here?” Alicent questioned as she followed Aemond into the room where the council took place.

His fists shook, with poorly tamed rage. “She is anything but a weak girl.”

Alicent scoffed. “She is openly screaming threats. Either a fool would do that or a person who has got absolutely nothing to lose, Aemond.”

“Her screams will quiet down once I have managed to put a child in her.” Aemond spat at his mother, placing his sword down on the table.

She was appalled at what her son had evolved into. The monster he'd become and somewhere she doubted her own motherly skills.

You were forced into a beautiful, pale dress – the fabric as thin as a sheer curtain – after your bath. The maids obviously did not provide you with anything which could conceal your body in the see through white dress. It had embroidery done on the front, so it somewhat worked to cover your breasts.

But the longer it extended, the more it revealed everything underneath.

Pieces of your wavy dark hair were pinned behind, some braided with silver rings clipped around.

The maids soon excused themselves, leaving you to your solitude. Your body felt cold from the lack of clothes so you moved over to stand before the fireplace. Arms sliding up and down your frame to warm up yourself.

Truth to be told, you were suffering with trepidation. Were you prepared to sleep, to head to bed? But why in Aemond’s chambers? All sorts of vile and impure thoughts came rushing in your mind as you tried to keep them at bay.

The doors were soon opened and there stood Aemond, in a different set of clothes. You immediately stepped back, albeit him standing far away from you. He noticed that but no matter how many walls you tried to build between you two, Aemond was determined to break and crush each and every one of those.

He appeared enamored with you.

You were nothing less than an angel, standing underneath the moonlight illuminating your frame.

“Is this what you brought me here for, Prince Regent? To dress me up and warm your bed late at night?” You questioned with disgust and Aemond stepped froward.

You immediately retreated. “Do not dare to come any closer. I will not be one of your whores.”

“What makes you think I would let you become one of my whores?” Aemond asked with a soft tone. Your beauty had soothed all his irritation but it also ignited a fire within his core.

“You're a monster.” You whispered. “You have become a tyrant, a beast worse than those dragons of yours. It is a pity.”

Aemond was losing his patience with you. He didn't waste time, snapping and running towards you. The man pinned you against the wall, knocking over a vase resting on a table besides you. Pain bloomed in your back from the hardness of the wall — and being slammed into it.

The targaryen man locked eyes with you and let out a smile of satisfaction, witnessing the fear swimming in your innocent gaze. “Pity? You dare pity me when you are left with nothing of your house, nothing.”

The cruel reminder caused tears to well up in your eyes but your gaze stayed locked with Aemond’s. It did not waver and with all your strength, you pushed him away from you.

“I hate you.” You confessed, tears sliding down your face, a testament to the pain you were battling. “You were my friend, my fucking friend. How could you do this to me, to me? Your fucking Dōna, Aemond.”

When he heard the high valyrian word escape your lips, he growled. You saw him take a step further and this time decided to make a run for the door, trying to crawl over the bed hastily but Aemond was fast, vigilant as he grabbed you.

You fought back, slapping and punching him but it didn't work at all. He shoved his lips against yours and he did not care that you didn't want this. He wanted it, that was all that mattered. Aemond’s tongue forcefully entered your mouth as your hands continuously punched his chest.

He pushed you down on the both whilst staying locked to you, tasting your plump lips with vigor.

Head tilted, he pushed open your thighs and buried his knee between them. Rutting it against your cunt and you released a muffled cry in the liplock, hoping he would show some mercy but Aemond was too far gone.

The pressure on your clit – sheer fabric the cause of you and Aemond’s separation – was intense. A burgeoning need lighting up in your core as you struggled. There was no way you would give in, no matter how much you had admired him when you both were children. You knew better. You were only the daughter of some lord, meanwhile he was the Prince.

The fight for dominance was already won by Aemond as his tongue explored the inside of your sweet flesh. He broke apart from you to gaze upon you, a mess he'd turned you into. Face flushed, lips swollen and bloodied from how harshly he had sunk his canines into them.

Your dark hair with glinting silver in pure disarray, spread about everywhere on the bed. Aemond was fucking drunk and there was no stopping him.

“You said I'm a monster, right?” His voice was eerily low, causing you to panic. “I shall show you what monstrosity I am capable of.”

He tore the dress in a single tug, discarding the two pieces somewhere on the ground. Fear evident in your enlarged eyes as you struggled to conceal yourself with your arms but Aemond held them above your head, his fingers roughly pressing into your skin leaving marks.

“Aemond, please.” Tears fell and Aemond nearly softened.

If you'd been kind to him like how you were in the past, this compromising situation wouldn't have fallen you. He would've let you live, be a maid in the red keep but now, he had to prove it to you.

Just what he was capable of.

“Aemond,” you sweetly called out, hoping it would work. “My prince, don't do this. You do not wish to do this.”

“Too late for that sweet tone, my lady. If you do not wish for worse, I suggest you shut your goddamn mouth and take it.” His voice was so soft, so low but his words were as repulsive and cruel. It was what Aemond had become. A broken boy who sought out solace but was too afraid to ask for it, fearful of seeming weak — yet again becoming a target of his brother’s constant bullying.

In the process of becoming what he hated, Aemond lost you too.

One eye raked over your exposed breasts, full and round. You were no longer the little girl who used to chase him around the red keep, in her long dresses. You had flourished, flowered with grown tits and when his eye fell lower, he inhaled sharply. Plush, meaty thighs greeted them. He recalled how at one point you were as skinny as a boy, with no fat to your lean frame.

Now you had blossomed in a beautiful woman.

Your skin glowed neath the moonlight, your presence basking in its light. It showcased all the little minorities your features carried, what you had become, the delicate beauty that you were.

“You are certainly no little girl no more.” He reminded you, words no less than salt over your sounds.

Tears pearled on your waterline. “And you've grown into a fine man yourself.”

Your words were carried on obvious pain and Aemond pretended he did not catch a whiff of that. You continued, with a wavering voice, drained from all your rebellion and fight. “Fine but cruel, Aemond. I thought you were different, ought to be different. You proved me wrong.”

“Keep your lips sealed.” Aemond commanded, as your words nearly made his will to defile you falter. Being the daughter of a high lord, he was certain your maidenhead was still intact. You were never the type to engage in lecherous actions before the pure promise of a marriage.

Aemond’s rough hands took a handful of your breasts, fondling the fat. Thumbs swiping over your peebles, sending them upright. Undeniable pleasure shot through your body in the form of swarming heat as it settled in your lower stomach. A prominent gasp tore from your parted, swollen lips as Aemond stared at you in adoration.

“They are so full.” His comment about your body your pleasure-clad face form into one of grimace. “I wonder how your cunt looks now that you are older. You were always too innocent to consider our friendship anything more than what it was.”

Your back arched off the bed, the writhing of your hips increasing whenever Aemond rubbed his knee over your tiny pearl. You felt it swell up with need and wanton, a dull ache growing, begging to be burned out. The silver haired male pried your thighs open to lay eye on your pink cunt.

Aemond licked a wet tongue over his lips, his hunger to taste your seemingly delicious core pressing at him. He never once got overwhelmed with the urge to put his mouth on a woman's cunt — as the woman he got involved with whores. He had no interest in tasting something where most men found solace in.

But you were a virgin.

He knew that.

Yet he asked, surely to rile you up. “Has anyone been inside of you yet?”

Your eyes widened at the repulsive question of his. Brows scrunching in disgust and the rosette on your cheeks transcending into beetroot. Before you could control your imminent action, a strike echoed in the chambers. Tears had stalled, replaced with a hateful searing look and when Aemond recovered from the slap and faced you, chills enveloped you. Despite the impact, he was still poised. Eyes sheened with darkness and pure rage, his hand moved to reciprocate the harsh movement.

Only his slap hurt more — a scorching sensation awakening below your skin. A hint of red in the form of a hand imprinted on your face.

“Answer my question.”

You shook your head. Not only had the slap worked wonders to make you more pliant, it also made you realize that what Aemond was capable of.

His fingers ran along the line of your plumped up lips. “Use this pretty mouth of yours.”

“I'm not a low born.” You said through gritted teeth. “I'm chaste. Check for yourself if you are disbelieving of me.”

Aemond let out a scoff, fingers dimpling into your cheeks. The angry pout on your lips along with his hand print left behind on your cheek made you look ten times more endearing to him. “That I plan on doing, my lady.”

Hands lowering to your thighs, fingers dipping in the thickness. Aemond nestled his head between them, eyes gliding over your glistening cunt. It was true that you were still chaste and he was sure of it, there was no need to check it. He softly ran his tongue over your pearl, a sharp breath from you entering his ears.

“I don't want this.” Your tone had a hint of plea in it. “Please, Aemond. It is too repulsive, I cannot—”

Aemond growled. “Cannot, what? You cannot allow my cock inside you? Cannot allow me to put a babe in you? Or won't allow me to simply because I'm Aemond.”

“Targaryen with the largest dragon who put an end to my family line.” You finished, vision blurring. Aemond knew this conversation was pointless to carry and he instead closed his lips around your swollen bud, suckling like it would produce the sweetest of nectars in existence.

You tried to fight him off, pushing at his shoulders with the little strength left in your small fingers to no avail. He sucked with great vigor and your demeanor fell — back rising up from the ruined mattress and hips pushing your mound further into his cage. He pulled back, lapping at your swollen clit over and over again, like a dog in heat. Tears furiously caressed down your face as Aemond’s fingers came to collect your arousal from the center of your folds.

By the Gods, you were a waterfall.

“Never did I think I would grow this addicted to the taste of a woman's cunt.” Aemond whispered, his warm breath shooting jolts of pleasure through you. Your hand on its own accord pressed onto his head, palm flaccid and fingers twisting his Targaryen strands around. “The more I taste you, the more famished I become.”

“G-Get off me.” You somehow managed to utter. You were mortified. How your body ached for him to continue, hand forcing his mouth against your hot heat whilst the heavy fists of your morals thudded on the door of your hazed mind.

All but a futile endeavor to fight back.

Aemond pulled back and reached for his slacks, undoing them. You watched with a dazed out look as he released his cock from the confines of his breeches. His fingers moving to curve under the hem of his shirt, ridding himself of the leather as well as his small clothes.

Left bare and naked before you, your gaze caught Aemond’s searing red cock. Head swollen and shining with leaking cum, veins traced up and down. You closed your eyes, in hopes that the nightmare before you would be over but that was only you losing last remnants of your hope.

“I-It won't fit.” You whispered to yourself, more tears sliding down your temples.

Aemond heard it, despite your voice being a low whisper. He reached over to grab your face between his large hand, fingers sinking into your cheeks. That caused you to flutter your weak lids open, staring back at him with a sheen in your pupils. “It will fit. Your maidenhead is still intact, so it might be painful. But who cares?”

Your bottom lip quivered as Aemond let go, holding his cock. He guided it across your wet slit, pushing its thick head past your folds and pressing into your pearl. Your breath was bated, perspiration dancing on your forehead. Your body had grown completely warm and you wished for someone, anyone to burn down the fire which was ignited in the fireplace.

Aemond gathered your arousal, in soft circulation around your pebble. You whined out, hands slapping at his broad shoulders to put an end to his obscenities. Yet he did not falter, will growing more profound and strengthened to a point of no return.

He soon aligned his cock along your hole with the disgusting intention to defile it and slipped in. Your walls squeezing around his cock head tightly, endeavoring to grow used to the size but Aemond did not wait. He pushed and your tears of sadness had now transformed into tears of pain.

Hot searing pain.

“It hurts, it hurts. Let me go, please let me go.” You cried, screamed even, nails scratching rapidly at his chest. You left evidence of your firmness, of your distaste for such degeneration. Long lacerations formed on a pale canvas as Aemond held you down with one hand circled around your throat while the other had pushed your leg up for more easy and open access.

You were crying relentlessly and it was beginning to annoy the young Prince. “Quiet now, or I will have your tongue.”

“I-It is too p-painful.” You sobbed and this time Aemond landed a tight slap to your other cheek, watching it imitate the shade of the other one. “I said, fucking quiet. If I hear anything other than sounds of pleasure out of these lips of yours, I will toss you to my guards.”

It was an empty threat.

Aemond would never, ever do that. You were for him, only him. Insignificant your view was about him.

You were his prize, a sign of victory.

Still Aemond stalled, not having the heart to pummel his cock fully into you. All he managed was to breach your maidenhead and you were already wailing like you'd been shot with an arrow. He waited it out, letting you grow accustomed to his length and thickness.

Once your agony-clad face recovered and softened, Aemond took it as a sign to move further. Your gummy walls sucking his cock in, caressing the rigid veins. Deeper, and deeper. He went slowly and carefully, which you didn't overlook. You felt him sheath his cock fully into you, arms extended out for him, in complete submission.

Aemond, silently surprised by such vulnerability and submission, took your hands into his and brought them to his nape. “Hold me, brace yourself, Dōna.”

That sweet tone of his.

It nearly warmed your heart but the constant reminder which took at Harrenhal haunted you like a ghost. A cursed bestowed upon you, no escape at all. Aemond melted within you, nestling against your spongey spot of nerves. Your lips fell when he found that sensitive spot of yours.

He didn't waste time pummeling his cock into your weeping cunt, growls of a beast escaping him. You could not bring yourself to look at him. Pulling him closer, you concealed your face within the crook of his neck as your hold clasped around his slender nape — fingers intertwining with silver roots. Aemond had only tried Sylvie, his first and last so when he felt you draw him closer, it ignited a fire impossible to end.

“Gods,” Aemond groaned in your ear, his sharp nose running along your cheek, both hands gripping your flesh. “If I had known laying with you would be this pleasurable, I would have done it when we were younglings.”

Disgust would have made path on yout face it it was not for the pleasure Aemond bestowed upon you. His thick cock head repeatedly bruised your cervix and all you could do was wail, your hold for dear life tightening around him. Aemond found delight on your innocent moans, your sweet little hiccups and sounds of pleasure. He pulled from you, to glance down and felt immense satisfaction at the ring of blood around his length. He had officially taken you, not exactly under the circumstances he wanted but pondering about that was futile now.

His one eye stayed focused on you. Examining the lines donning your forehead, dark brows furrowed and a sheen of sweat sitting on your forehead. Pale cheeks flustered and saccharine sweet lips parted, birthing little sounds.

An epitome of nobility and charm you were.

Aemond pulled out of you, just as you were beginning to reach your pounding climax.

He leaned on the head board of the bed, chest glistening with droplets of sweat. The fire crackling was not helping neither of you to find some cold. “Get on top of me.”

You weakly shook your head.

Aemond’s glare obliged you and you shifted on the bed, crawling on top of him. In the process, you caught the blood of your purity staining the pale bed sheets, as well as your thighs. A burning sensation prodded and you finally did what Aemond asked you to do. The evil man grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss to your temple.

“I'm sure you know your job here.”

Your lips trembled. “I-I am supposed to sit on it?”

Innocently you had voiced that question and Aemond almost cooed. He gave you a simple nod and watched as your cheeks burned with newfound embarrassment. You still did what you were told to, aware that fighting him back on this would only make him revoke the small kindness he'd shown you.

You grabbed a hold of his erect cock — pressing it over your soaked hole. As you slipped down on it, Aemond and you groaned in unison.

Your small hands found support on his bleeding chest, fingers swiping over his nipples accidentally and Aemond let out a choked gasp. The feeling of your walls clamping his cock mixed with the way your fingers brushed over his nipples was enough to send him fucking into you. Thrusting upwards into you while his large hand stayed locked on your hip.

Both of you moved simultaneously, greedily chasing after your own pleasure. Aemond saw a goddess in front of him — a weeping goddess who possessed the cunt of a hungry whore. Your small waist and bare tits bouncing with each move had him obsessed like a dog.

“Fuck, fuck, Dōna.”

He panted like his dragon, matching your pace with his, hand fondling your breasts. He was close but ripping an orgasm through you first was his priority and he was dedicated to it. Aemond felt your cunt squeeze him, watching as your tears fell in little pearls. “I am going to put a babe in you, Dōna. Can you believe it? Your childhood friend putting a babe in you.”

You couldn't even voice out your disagreement, Aemond was bound to do what he promised you. An intense feeling surged in your stomach, your pace slowing down and your sobbing growing more and more. Your orgasm tore through you in the form of essence, as your eyes disappeared behind your lids.

“Aemond, Aemond! Aemond.” You chanted his name out like a mantra and he slapped his cock deeper into you.

He fucking loved how submissive you were being now — entirely at his mercy and neath him. His own climax followed thoroughly, filling your walls with his spend. Spurting our rope after rope of white to fill up your expanded womb. Growls of need and ache echoed in the room and you couldn't stay still anymore, losing all your balance and colliding right in his chest.

Your little body was spent, fatigue and tiredness weakening you. Aemond was quick to wrap his arms around you, shushing you gently while you cried in his chest.

“It's over now.” He reassured but you knew very well that it was not. It was only for tonight that it was over.

Aemond comforted you, holding you against him with his cock still inside you.

“I hate you.” You cried, tears coating his chest as your forehead rested on his muscular chest. Aemond could only sigh, loathing the situation that bad befallen them. He did not resent you as you were the only one who had shown him true kindness.

But the war and throne were far more important.

“Rest, you need it.” He said, an order it was and you felt forced to comply. “Things will be very different from now on, Dōna. I will have the high sept marry us tomorrow, our child will not be a bastard.”

All you could do was weakly stir in his arms at that. There was no way you were willing but it was better than being a slave for Aemond’s guards. Being one man's whore was better than being a thousand’s.

[shygirl4991]

More than an ogre Chapter 1

Inspired by He's a prince, and I'm an ogre by @b-r-i-n-g-x Art done by Bringx and @anartisticalniche Designs created by me!

Tag: Slow burn, Shrek movie inspired, action, adventure, comedy, angst,

Summary: SV3 grew up with fairy tales wishing for the day he could be a hero and save a royal from an evil dragon, over time he gave up such wishes after all there is no fairy tale where the ogre is the hero. Till the day a donkey crashed into his swamp changing his world, now the pair must work together to save a prince and get him to a wedding with his true love.

Chapter 1 Just an ogre

Once upon a time a hero on a stead rode off to battle a fire breathing dragon, a princess of legend was trapped in the castle waiting for the day someone would rescue her. Everyone told the hero not to risk his life, his whole village told him that such a risk wouldn't be worth it. Yet his heart told him what he must do, now he had arrived at the big battle. The dragon roared, breathing fire, as the dragon growled at him the hero couldn't help but notice all the corpses of the past knights that had attempted the rescue. He let out a shaky breath as he focused on the end goal, finding his true love. He charged at the dragon with his sword held high ready to slay the beast, the battle went on for hours. The hero was feeling weak, unsure if he could truly beat the dragon until he heard crying.

Knowing his love needed him, the hero’s grip on the sword tightened as he glared at the dragon “FOR MY TRUE LOVE!” With one final charge the hero plunges the sword into the beast chest, with a loud roar the hero pulls the sword cutting the dragon apart. With a loud thud the dragon was dead, the hero smiles brightly as he runs up the stairs ready to be with his true love. Once he opens the door the princess gasps running into his arms, the knight pulls himself away taking the princess hand and giving it a kiss. He pledged himself to the princess ensuring he will never leave her side as long as he lived, the very next day the two were married.                  ----------------------- A fairytale book gets closed by an excited orge, he flips his purple bangs as he hugs the book “AHH! This is so romantic, oh SV3 jr you think someone like me could ever do something like this?” He turns looking at his childhood plush with a soft smile, he pats the book in his hand before putting it away on the shelf next to him. Getting out of the bed he looks at his reflection, frowning at his purple highlights. “Or maybe not…I’m just a normal ogre with a silly name, not like I can be some action hero. I’m just an artist and nothing more.” He sighs as he walks outside starting a fire to boil water for his shower, to kill time he goes hunting for bugs along with new soft rocks. He hums as he crushes the bugs and mixes them together, he then walks over to his kitchen and starts to fill out his containers with homemade makeup.

Once done he goes back to his shower to test the water, feeling it warm he takes a shower humming different love songs. Once he brushes his teeth he lets out a giggle running to his collection of paints, grabbing a brush, he dips it into his paints he starts to draw on a slab of wood putting together a sign saying ‘Welcome friendly ogre lives here’ with that done he places it on the path that leads to the swamp. He smiles brightly looking down the path “You’ve out done yourself SV3, now the humans have to know we are friendly!” He pulls out a small broken mirror checking his face, he frowns seeing he got paint on his cheek almost ruining his make up. He sprints inside to clean up, the last thing he wanted was to look like a mess for any visitors.

As SV3 cleans up excited to make new friends, a village nearby is getting ready for battle, one of the villagers grabbed torches and pitchforks making sure all the men in the village were covered.  He stood outside of the local pub handing them out as each of the men line up ready, the village leader stands on top of a crate looking at the men nervously as he holds up a wanted poster with a fierce looking ogre painted on it ��We gather here to finally put an end to our ogre problem, one of the hunters found a sign that lead to his home. Finally we can take down the beast, our children will finally be free!” The group cheered as they waited for the sun to drop, lighting their torches at night as they marched toward the swamp.

SV3 sadly hums seeing the light outside fade, he lights a candle and places it on a stand on the center of the table. He looked around his small home and wondered if having more lights around the sign could help him, as he lit more candles he noticed light from the corner of his eyes. He turns looking out the window seeing lit up torches, he moves to the back of his home unlocking a hidden passage. He leaves the cabin and walks down the dark path towards the torches, as he gets closer he starts to hear the men talking. One of them stared at the cabin glaring at it “Come on lets get him!” only for him to be grabbed by a smaller man “Hold on, do you know what that thing can do to you?” The villager looked at the smaller man confused before he continued speaking “They say he will grind your bones for his bread, then use your children for dessert!”

SV3 frowns hearing the fear and hate in the men’s voice, his heart breaking knowing all the things being said about him. Having enough SV3 steps out of the shadow looking down at the men “Interesting, I heard giants were the ones who did that but who am i to know right?” Hearing the voice behind them, the men slowly turn around seeing their target glaring at them. Their faces filled with anger and hate changed into ones filled with pure fear, they huddled close shaking.

Seeing their fear made SV3 sigh “You should feel lucky, others would already be cooking you all. I mean, did you know many of my kind love to make jelly out of human eyes? Heard it's quiet yum on toast, maybe it's because fear makes eyes more sweet.”  He bends down smirking at the men, the smaller village takes a deep breath and starts to wave the torch at SV3 making the ogre stand up straight. “BACK MONSTER!” 3’s eye twitch hearing those words, is that all he ever will be just a monster not worth the time of others just cause he was born an ogre?

Licking his finger he turns off the torch and glares at the man, he drops the torch looking up at the ogre with a sheepish smile “Well..alright, I didn't think of a back up plan so uh…EVERYONE RUN!” SV3 stands there watching all the men run, tripping over themself as they drop their pitchforks and torches, 3 sighs  following them in order to clean up the mess they were leaving behind. “HEY! COME ON I LIVE HERE!” he then curses under his breath as he continues picking up the items. As he finishes picking up all the human items he tosses them into a pit, then turns to see one of the humans fall down and hit his head against a rock. SV3 gasped as the other humans kept running “WE WILL REMEMBER YOU!” was all they said as they vanished into the night.

SV3 runs over checking on the man “Oh my swamp are you okay?!” gently he moves the man checking him over. Seeing his head bleeding, SV3 gently laid him down somewhere cleaner as he ran inside, panicked, he tore his home apart looking for supplies to take care of the man. Once down he dashes back to the man and cleans up the wound “Geez, you humans can be clumsy…” 3 smiles softly seeing the wound has stopped bleeding before bandaging it up. The man starts to stir, causing SV3 to hurry and pack his stuff up, he looks around making sure nothing dangerous was around before turning around and leaving. “It's better for you not to wake up to a monster’s face…hope you get home safe,” he whispers as he goes into his home.

SV3 sighs as he goes to the bathroom and washes the make up off his face, freeing his hair from its constraints he throws himself onto his bed. His eyes water as he attempts to hold back his tears, he turns to his side, pulling his plush close to him. He hugs it tight as tears escape, all he asked was for a friend, someone that would see him for the person he is. SV3 sniffed, wiping his tears as he looked out the window in his room “Please…someone…anyone be my friend.”

------------------------------------- Knights charge into a room getting out rope and a muzzle, a sleeping donkey jumps up confused as the knights muzzle him and wrap the rope around his neck. He looks around confused “What's going on?!” The knights smack him “Shut it donkey, the prince has no need for a talking toy. So we are going to get a nice pouch of gold from you.” The donkey attempted to pull away only to end up coughing as the rope slightly chokes him, he looks around for his close friend “WARIO! HELP!” The knights chuckle as they pull him away “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M THE GREAT WALUIGI!” Ignoring him, the knights lift him and throw him into a cage in the back of a carriage, Waluigi looks at the castle shaking his head as he gets taken away from his home and family.

Hearing the night market getting closer Waluigi panics, he couldn't let them do this to him. He wasn't just some animal to be sold off, he was Prince Wario’s best friend, his brother. He takes a small step back before smacking the cage, seeing that the cage was slowly sliding off gave the donkey hope. With another smack the cage falls off breaking as it hits the floor. He groans, feeling pain all over his body from hitting the floor, the carriage stops as the knights hear the loud crash. They get out of the carriage and see Waluigi on the floor, he opens his eyes to see the knights getting out of the carriage and walk towards him. 

Seeing the knights get closer he forces himself to get up and runs, he looks around for a place to hide. He throws himself behind a pile of rocks as he smacks the muzzle, after smacking it he finally gets the buckle of the muzzle loose. As it slips out of place Waluigi is able to finally remove the muzzle from his face, he smirks at the muzzle before running off as he hears the knights getting close. He wasn't sure how long he was running, he could feel his legs getting weak from all the running. He looks up seeing the sun come up, had he been running all night?

SV3 couldn't bring himself to be excited for the new day, still upset over the events from yesterday the ogre finishes his morning routine only to hear yelling. He turns to see a donkey roll and land in mud, 3 stares wide eyed at what happened before loud footsteps caught his attention.  The knights freeze seeing SV3, they look him up and down nervously. 3 can already see the familiar expression humans have always given him, the fear on their face just puts SV3 in a worse mood. Waluigi sits up shaking the mud off his face and notices the knights frozen, confused he follows their gaze and gasps seeing the annoyed ogre. Without a second thought he runs behind SV3 hoping the ogre would assist him, 3 sighs seeing the knights take out a scroll “OGRE! You…are to be put under arrest and taken to the magic market!”

SV3 crosses his arms staring at the knight, seeing that 3 wasn't moving the knight gets closer with his group following slowly behind him. He cleared his throat as he took out a scroll showing a wanted poster with an angry looking ogre, SV3 felt his eye twitch at the art. To think no matter what he does the world sure loves to paint him in a ugly light, not to mention no one bothers to add on his make up in the art. “Ogre you are to come with us right now, along with the donkey hiding behind you by law from our lord Wario!” SV3 looks behind the knight seeing the men with him shaking slightly, he smirks as he gently takes the scroll from the knight making him jump. 3 hums looking over the scroll before ripping it “Oops…darn guess now you don't have your fancy paper, with that gone i recommend you leave me and the donkey alone before you find out how scary an ogre can be.”

The knight slowly reaches for his sword “Me and my men won't be scared off by the likes of you!” SV3 looks behind him and lets out a gasp “But mister knight, the only person i see here is you!” Hearing that the knight turned to see his men had run off at some point, his face goes pale and he turns back to SV3. Seeing the knight wasn't going to back off even after seeing his men leaving him, he turns to Waluigi “Um this can be loud go inside my house.” He nods as he runs off and charges into the small cabin, SV3 looks down at the knight and takes a deep breath. He let out a loud roar startling the man he took a step back activating a trap, a rope wrap around his ankle pulling him up. 

SV3 looks up and the hanging knight “Uh…sorry about that I had no idea that was there!”

SV3 looks at the floor with concern, he wasn't one for placing traps given he goes out to hunt. Last night came to mind making him sigh, assuming it had to be one of the humans from the other day SV3 takes out a small knife cutting the man free. SV3 catches the man only to get hit as the knight swings his arms, once on his feet the knight runs off. SV3 rolled his eyes before putting his knife away, he looked at the trap confused before looking around the border of his swamp. Waluigi walks out of the cabin in awe at the events, he looks around seeing SV3 standing by the entrance of the swamp lost in thought. He runs up and lightly hits 3’s back with his hooves “That was amazing my friend! Ha, you sure showed those knights who the boss is huh?” SV3 eyes go wide looking down at the donkey, seeing the expression made Waluigi nervous. 

“Did you say…your friend? Are you saying we are friends?” SV3 couldn't believe his ears, he needed to hear the magical creature say it again. Waluigi looked awkwardly to the side before letting out a cough “Of course! After all, being friends with an ogre has its benefits, for example scaring off knights that kidnap you from your home!” Waluigi let out a surprise squeak when he was lifted into the air by the ogre, SV3 spins giving him a hug “A FRIEND! I'M SO HAPPY!” Waluigi's surprised expression turned into confused annoyance, wasn't the man holding him right now a horrific ogre, not some giggling maiden.

SV3 puts him down with a huge smile, Waluigi looks up at 3 “Um…i thought ogres were some scary monster?” SV3 chuckles waving his arms “Ah well yes most are for sure, I just see things uh different.” He gives the donkey a nervous smile, Waluigi shakes his head letting out a soft chuckle. In all his years of hearing about the magical creatures of the world, no book could prepare him to see a friendly ogre. “Lucky me to find a friendly one then, thank you for the help but I need to get home. My brother and I are doing a huge scheme in a kingdom, can't let him handle everything alone!” As he starts to walk he feels pain in one of his legs, now that the adrenaline is gone the injury he got from the fall was bothering him.

SV3 frowns noticing the strange walk from his new friend “Stay the night,” he gets on his knees and gently takes Waluigi’s leg “I will take care of you then send you home.” Waluigi looked off to the side blushing, it was embarrassing for someone like him getting help from a stranger. Yet if he returned to his best friend in this state things would be worse, he could already hear Wario teasing him for how he got hurt. With a nod SV3 smiles softly “It’s more than likely some kind of sprain, you did take a tumble. My house is yours today, just please respect the house rules. I really don't want a destroyed home.” With a nod the pair walk toward the cabin, once Waluigi was settled SV3 heads off to get more food in order to make a big enough dinner.

---------------------------------- Wario hums as he rolls around in a pile of gold, finally the kingdom riches were all his. His plan of getting rid of the old royals and taking over was a success, along with getting rid of his old friend. He didn't need someone holding him down and taking his half of the gold, as he enjoys the smell of his money one of the knights lets out a soft cough bringing in the magic mirror. Wario turns around confused “What's the meaning of this?” A face appears looking at Wario nervously, Wario gets up glaring at the mirror “Luigi, you know I don't like my money bath to get interrupted.” 

Luigi nods “Y-yes..but um we receive news that unless you get married, they won't bring the rest of the gold to you.” Wario growls as he smacks the wall next to the mirror making Luigi scream “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON'T GET MY MONEY!” The men in the room run out leaving Wario alone with the magic mirror, Luigi gulps as he speaks again “That's what the spell on the safe said! B-but if you marry another royal-” Wario smirks “I can take their money and get the rest of my gold in one deal!” Luigi sadly nods agreeing with the man's train of thought.

He snaps his fingers as he stares into Luigi’s eyes “Oh magic mirror give me the richest royals i can marry!” Luigi sighs looking through the different family’s “Well there is a princess name Fiona she-” Wario holds up a gold coin making the mirror frown as he begins looking, that's when he found a young man. He looked annoyed in the painting, seeing his parents and learning about the kingdom Luigi projected the image. Wario's eyes turn to dollar signs seeing the gold “Introducing Prince SV4, his parents are inventors making them one of the richest families with a bachelor. He is known for his love for arson and inventing, he tends to bite anyone that annoys him along with him bein-” Wario waved his hand telling the mirror to shut up, he walks to his desk and starts writing.

“My lord he is stuck in a castle and you have to kno-” Luigi gets shushed again making him sigh, Wario stops his writing as he looks up at the mirror. Seeing that he was being looked at he showed the picture of the prince, Wario stares at it “Do we know where the castle is?” The mirror does a quick search before an x appears on its glass, Wario smacks his desk “HOW COULD WE NOT KNOW?! KNIGHTS!” Luigi looks around, scared that he is going to be shattered, he closes his eyes when the knights arrive. Wario quickly draws on several pieces of paper, handing a poorly done drawing of the prince “Something is blocking my mirror, find me this prince now!”

The knights squint at the drawing before giving the man and nod and run off, with the knights gone Wario turns to the mirror “Now then, let's have a talk Luigi and find out why we can't find my money maker hm?”

[koscheys-skull]

Deities, Figures, And Spirits of Rebellion, Revolutions, and Resistance.

While Tensions are High and emotions flood the body and mind, I like to think back to time and how history has birthed incredible and magnificent people throughout its unforgiving march forwards. And I think of those figures and people or those gods and stories, and I remind myself of their presence and how they shook the time and the eras that they occupied. I’m in love with them. And I admire them. Whether they are trickster Spirits that stand against Authority and embrace strength against adversity or fighting against authority and resisting the status quo, I often admire and think of them. I think of them fondly and I nod to them through Space and Time, and by thinking of them, I carry them in my heart. And I am motivated by their Light and the Inspiration that they have brought across the ages. I know that they are *there*. Eons apart from me or in spaces and spirit that I cannot grasp anywhere but within my very spirit. They are there. And I am holding them in my spirit and heart and they are holding me. And I move with their spirit and their awareness. And I nod to them. And they, to me. I wanted to provide a large list of Figures, Saints, Gods or other individuals and Beings commonly venerated, worked with or worshiped as icons of resistance and overcoming trying times. History is steeped in trials and circumstances where the oppressed and hunted have overcome great adversity or stood against the tides that seek to bring harm unto them. Here, I will list figures that you can draw upon or look to in your hours of need. If you seek a Revolutionary, you may find one Here. (feel welcome to add some as this crosses your path!)

Some Saints:

St. Michael the Archangel – Known as the chief warrior angel, St. Michael is often invoked for protection and strength in battles and against evil.

St. Joan of Arc – The French saint who led her country in battles against English forces during the Hundred Years' War. She’s celebrated for her courage and conviction against overwhelming odds.

St. Jude Thaddeus – Known as the patron saint of lost causes, people turn to him in desperate situations for help in overcoming challenges that seem impossible.

St. Sebastian – Often depicted as a martyr who survived multiple executions, he became a symbol of strength, resilience, and steadfastness in the face of persecution.

St. George – Known for slaying a dragon, St. George is a symbol of overcoming evil and oppression. Often associated with courage in adversity.

Deities:

Sekhmet (Egyptian Mythology) – The lion-headed goddess of war and healing, Sekhmet is revered for her fierce power and for defending the oppressed.

Morrigan (Celtic Mythology) – The Celtic goddess of battle and sovereignty, Morrigan embodies both the power to protect and to incite change. She is often seen as a guardian of the land, appearing before battles to inspire or instill fear in the enemy.

Kali (Hinduism) – Goddess of destruction and rebirth, Kali represents the destruction of evil and is often invoked for overcoming difficult circumstances and for protection against oppressive forces.

Oya (Yoruba/Orisha Tradition) – Goddess of winds, storms, and transformation, Oya is a fierce warrior who stands up against oppression and is often turned to for protection and resilience. Ogun (Yoruba/Orisha Tradition) – The god of iron, war, and labor, Ogun is a force for justice and is often invoked in situations requiring resilience and the strength to overcome oppression. He’s seen as a revolutionary spirit for those seeking to break free from their constraints. Eshu (Yoruba/Orisha Tradition) – Known as the divine messenger and trickster, Eshu brings both disruption and opportunity. As a god of crossroads, he’s associated with challenging authority and initiating change, reminding followers that revolution often begins with unexpected choices. Yemaya (Yoruba/Orisha Tradition) – The mother of all life and goddess of the sea, Yemaya is often associated with resilience, protection, and the healing of generational trauma. As a nurturing and revolutionary spirit, she is frequently invoked for personal and collective strength. Queen Nanny of the Maroons (Jamaican Folklore) – A legendary figure and spirit in Afro-Caribbean culture, Queen Nanny was a leader of the Maroons who resisted British colonial forces. She’s honored as a warrior and symbol of independence and strength.

Huitzilopochtli (Aztec Mythology) – The god of war and the sun, Huitzilopochtli led the Aztecs through harsh conditions to establish their empire. He symbolizes endurance, perseverance, and overcoming obstacles.

Inanna/Ishtar (Mesopotamian Mythology) – Goddess of love, war, and justice, she descends into the underworld and returns, representing survival through dark times and resistance against forces of oppression.

Manjushri (मञ्जुश्री) (Buddhist Bodhisattva) - Manjushri is venerated across the Buddhist world as an embodiment of wisdom, with devotees seeking his guidance to develop the courage and insight necessary to face personal and societal challenges. Manjushri holds a flaming sword that symbolizes the cutting of ignorance and illusion, a powerful symbol of spiritual revolution and awakening. He represents the transformative power of wisdom and the courage to overcome ignorance, delusion, and societal conventions, which align with themes of inner revolution.

Susanoo (建速須佐之男命) (Japanese Shinto) – The god of storms and the sea, Susanoo is known for his rebellious nature against the heavenly order, and he’s often venerated for his unyielding spirit. He’s remembered for protecting people by slaying a great serpent, representing courage and the ability to challenge authority.

Amaterasu (天照大御神 / 天照大神) (Japanese Shinto) – Though primarily known as the goddess of the sun and order, Amaterasu withdrew from the world when her brother acted destructively, only returning when lured back by others. Her story reflects the themes of resilience and the power to restore light and hope.

Guan Yu (关羽) (Chinese) – A legendary general deified as a god of war and protection, Guan Yu is known for his loyalty, bravery, and sense of justice. He’s widely worshipped as a guardian figure who defends the oppressed and inspires people to uphold righteousness and loyalty.

Nezha (哪吒) (Chinese) – A child warrior deity known for his rebellious spirit, Nezha is celebrated for resisting oppression, particularly against tyrannical figures in the heavens. He represents youth, resilience, and defiance against unjust authority, often empowering those who feel marginalized or oppressed.

Xiwangmu (西王母) (Chinese) – Also known as the Queen Mother of the West, Xiwangmu is a powerful goddess associated with healing, protection, and transformation. While not a revolutionary in the typical sense, she embodies resilience, independence, and the power of women in a traditionally male-dominated pantheon.

Zhong Kui (钟馗) (Chinese) – Known as the demon slayer, Zhong Kui is a spirit of justice who fights against evil spirits and brings protection to those who feel haunted by oppression. He is venerated as a deity who can help people overcome fears and defeat obstacles that seem insurmountable.

The Eight Immortals (八仙) (Chinese) – A group of legendary Taoist figures, each with unique powers, who often challenged the social order. Figures like Lü Dongbin and Zhang Guolao used their abilities to help people and protect them from corrupt rulers and evil forces, embodying the spirit of defiance against oppressive systems.

Sun Wukong (孙悟空) (Chinese) - The central figure in the 16th century novel “Journey to the West (西游记) but also a figure in Mythology, Sun Wukong stands against authority and inspires both resistance and strength as well as dynamic growth. 

Demons:

Lord Lucifer - The Adversary and Illuminator. Lucifer is a longstanding figure of bearing the light in the darkness and fighting against overwhelming oppression and control of powers that deem themselves tyrants. Lucifer fights and battles against forces that subjugate the oppressed. 

Lord Asmodeus – Known in demonology as a figure representing strength, ambition, and power, Asmodeus is sometimes invoked for resilience, drive, and confidence to overcome personal and external challenges.

King Belial – Often associated with independence and personal power, Belial is sometimes venerated for helping people stand strong in their own beliefs and against unjust authorities.

Mother Lilith – A figure of independence and resistance, Lilith is revered in some traditions as a symbol of feminine power and autonomy, especially in standing against oppression and patriarchal structures.

Lord Buer – Demon of healing and knowledge, called upon for mental strength and overcoming illness or hardship through wisdom and resilience. Promotes mental health and healing as well as encourages growth through overcoming your mental blockages.

Lord Leviathan - The Lord of Shadow Working. Lord Leviathan helps you navigate the deep and dark waters of your mind where you may feel overwhelmed and drowning. Lord Leviathan can bring you clear waters and help support you when the tides feel like they may pull you down. 

Secular Saints & Venerated Figures, Other Folkloric figures and Revolutionaries:

Harriet Tubman – Though not formally canonized, Harriet Tubman is often seen as a symbol of liberation and resilience, escaping slavery and leading others to freedom.

Malcolm X – An icon of strength, self-determination, and resistance, especially in the context of racial oppression. His life inspires resilience and the fight for justice.

Hypatia of Alexandria – Known for her wisdom and intellectual resilience, Hypatia became a symbol of strength and survival in a time when powerful figures often sought to silence knowledge.

Nelson Mandela – Revered globally for his resilience and role in overcoming apartheid, Mandela is a secular saint for many, representing strength and the spirit of resistance.

Frida Kahlo – Known for her resilience through physical and emotional pain, Kahlo’s life and work are often venerated as symbols of strength, personal power, and survival against all odds. Cuauhtémoc (Aztec/Mexica Tradition) – The last Aztec emperor who resisted the Spanish conquistadors. He is remembered as a hero who fought courageously to protect his people, embodying resilience and the spirit of resistance in Mexican culture.

Emiliano Zapata (Mexican Folk Hero) – Though not a deity, Zapata’s revolutionary spirit against oppressive forces has made him almost a legendary figure in Mexican folklore. He’s revered as a folk saint and a symbol of the fight for social justice and indigenous rights.

Hua Mulan (Chinese Folklore) – Celebrated for her bravery and willingness to challenge gender norms, Mulan fought in her father’s place in the army. Her story is a symbol of courage, resilience, and overcoming social constraints.

Kumari (Nepalese Tradition) – Known as the living goddess of Nepal, the Kumari is believed to embody divine power and protection for the people. She serves as a symbol of resilience and cultural endurance in the face of modernization and outside influence.

Zumbi dos Palmares (Afro-Brazilian Tradition) – A leader of a community of escaped slaves (Quilombo dos Palmares) in Brazil, Zumbi is honored as a hero and symbol of freedom, resistance, and African heritage in Brazil.

Yue Fei (岳飞) – A historical general from the Song Dynasty who became a symbol of loyalty, patriotism, and resistance against foreign invaders. Despite betrayal and wrongful execution, Yue Fei is venerated as a hero who embodies loyalty to one’s people and the fight against oppression.

Li Shimin (Emperor Taizong of Tang, 唐太宗 李世民) – Known for his role in overthrowing the corrupt Sui Dynasty, Li Shimin played a crucial role in establishing the Tang Dynasty. He is respected as a revolutionary leader who brought stability and cultural prosperity to China.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang (陈胜, 吴广) – These two commoners led one of the first rebellions against the Qin Dynasty’s harsh rule, sparking what would eventually become a larger revolt. They are remembered as symbols of the common people’s resistance against an oppressive regime.

The White Lotus Goddess (白莲教) – Associated with the White Lotus Society, this goddess represents spiritual resistance against corruption and oppression. The White Lotus sect played a significant role in several uprisings throughout Chinese history, including revolts against the Mongol Yuan Dynasty.

Chi You (蚩尤) – A figure from ancient mythology, Chi You was a tribal leader who fought against the Yellow Emperor. He is often depicted as a warlike figure who stood against established order. Though he was ultimately defeated, he became a symbol of rebellion and bravery in later cultural narratives.

Lü Zu (吕祖) – One of the Eight Immortals, Lü Dongbin (or Lü Zu) was known for challenging both heaven and earth, and he often sided with the poor and downtrodden. He encouraged people to resist worldly corruption, especially among the rich and powerful, inspiring resilience and self-cultivation.

Madame Zheng Yi Sao (郑一嫂) – Often called the Pirate Queen, she was one of the most powerful pirate leaders in history and led a massive fleet that defied the Chinese imperial government. Madame Zheng embodies resistance against oppressive authorities and is celebrated for her intelligence and revolutionary spirit.

[wilsons-journey]

I'm a sucker for daddy Jormag. (I really adore their voice)

Based on that "Be not Afraid"-Meme / Comic.

Bonus, branded Nektarius + some more Lore:

I decided the blue things on her horns is not energy / magic, but ice crystals! They still remain after she got cleansed from Jormags influence. Just like some ice magic. (She mostly uses to keep her drinks cold,...)

You see these crystals growing when Nekt is emotional - be it stressed or just very happy. Its a fuel to this remaining magic. And depending on her mood this ice shapes changes. When stressed for example, the ice is all spiky and sharp and dull While content / happy the ice is more smooth and shiny. Maybe a little prismatic, thanks to Aurenes cleansing.

Little Sidefact to the Headpiece: When she was under Jormags Influence she wore this mask you see in the Screens - to keep everyone around her safe. She feared she would harm her closed ones, with her new gained power - the cold breath and aura that emanated from her.

Jormag used her as Spy - but due to Nekt connection to the Champion (Vale) she was a very open Spy. Both sides tried to use this to their advantages - but it didn’t really brought any benefit to any of them. In the end Nekt tried to find a way to safe the dragons, than slaying them. She failed. But that's okay.

Some more lore, if you're interested:

At one point I need to draw her using the ice magic - or just with some icy horns. As a treat. I really love my lil gremlin. She really grew on me, after I forgot about her for many month,...

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine riding with Mithrandir to fight off the Nazgul and escort Faramir back to Minas Tirith.

Faramir: 'Mithrandir, Pethryn, they broke though our defences. They've taken the bridge and the west bank.'

Y/N: 'Battalions of Orcs will be crossing the river as we speak.'

Iorlas: 'It is as the Lord Denethor predicted.'

Y/N snaps towards the voice, eyes hard and angry.

Y/N: 'That old weasel didn't predict anything. He is a coward.

Iorlas: 'Long has he foreseen this doom.'

Y/N gathers her reigns to turn to Iorlas.

Y/N: 'Foreseen and done NOTHING.'

Gandalf gives a short nod of agreement whilst Faramir notices Pippin Took.

Gandalf: 'Faramir?'

Faramir continue to stare.

Gandalf : 'This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path.'

Faramir shakes his head.

Faramir: 'No.'

Pippin: 'You've seen Frodo and Sam?'

Gandalf: 'Where?!'

Y/N: 'When?!'

Faramir: 'In ithilien. Not two days ago.

Y/N breathes out a sigh of relief, turning to smile at Gandalf and Pippin.

Faramir: 'Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale.'

Y/N: 'But that would lead them...'

Gandalf: 'To the pass of Cirith Ungol.

Faramir nods.

Pippin: 'What does that mean?'

Pippin turns to Y/N.

Pippin: 'Whats wrong?'

Gandalf: 'Faramir, tell me everything. Tell me all you know.'

Y/N and Faramir enter the throne room of Minas Tirith.

Denethor: 'This is how you would serve your city? You would risk it's utter ruin?'

Y/N steps forward but Faramir shoves his arm infront of her.

Faramir: 'I did what I judge to be right.'

Denethor: 'What you judged to be right.'

He snarls.

Denethor: 'You sent the Ring of Power into Mordor in the hands of a witless Halfing.'

Y/N grits their teeth, deciding if it's worth keeping the old man alive.

Denethor: It would have been brought back to the Citadel to be kept safe. Hidden, dark and deep in the vaults... Not to be used. Unless at the uttermost end of need.

Faramir: I would not use the ring. Not if Minas Tirith were falling in ruin and I alone could save her.

Denethor: 'Ever you desire to appear lordly and gracious. As a king of old.'

Denethor sneers.

Denethor: Boromir would have remembered his father's need. He would have brought me a kingly gift.

Y/N grips the handle of their sword tightly.

Y/N: Boromir is dead. And You are no king.

Faramir: 'Boromir would not have brought the Ring. He would have stretched out his hand to this thing and taken it. He would have fallen.'

Denethor: 'You know nothing of this matter.'

Faramir: 'He would have kept it for his own. And when he returned, you would not have known your son.'

Denethor stands up, gesturing wildly.

Denethor: Boromir was loyal to me! Not some wizards pupil!

Y/N: You-

Y/N draws their sword and Denethor falls against his seat, whimpering.

Faramir walks towards his father to help him up.

Faramir: 'Father?'

Denethor hallucinates seeing Boromir behind Faramir.

Denethor: 'My son!'

Faramir realises this and looks away from his father. Denethor's face crumbles and he flares at Faramir.

Denethor: 'Leave me.'

Y/N draws her sword, taking strides towards Denethor.

Y/N: 'You absolute scum. You bastard! You have a son and yet you do not see him! You miserable coward!'

Y/N is dragged back by Faramir as he struggles to keep Y/N from charging at Denethor.

They move outside and see Pippin.

Pippin: 'What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could a Hobbit offer such a great lord of men?'

Y/N: 'He is neither great, or a man. He is a sniveling snake.'

Faramir: 'It was well done. A generous deed should not be checked with cold counsel. You are to join the tower guard.'

Pippin: 'I did not think they would find any livery that would fit me.'

Y/N: 'It once belonged to a young boy of the city. A very foolish one. Even now. He wasted many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies.'

Y/N grins.

Pippin: 'This was Faramir's?'

Faramir: 'Yes it was mine. My father had it made for me.'

Pippin: 'Well, I'm taller than you were then! Though, I'm not likely to grow anymore, except sideways.'

Y/N and Faramir chuckles.

Faramir: 'It never fitted me either. Boromir was always the soldier.'

Y/N shakes her head.

Faramir: They were so alike, he and my father. Proud. Stubborn even. But strong.

Pippin: I think you have strength, of a different kind. And one day your father will see it.

They enter the throne room again, Y/N glowers at Denethor and he tries to ignore Y/N's eyes. Pippin pledges his allegiance and Denethor takes a seat, putting food onto his plate.

Denethor: 'I do not think we should so lightly abandon the outer defences.... Defences that your brother long held intact.'

Faramir: 'What would you have me do?'

Denethor: 'I will not yield the river in Pelennor unfought. Osgiliath must be taken.'

Faramir: 'My lord, Osgiliath is overrun.'

Denethor: 'Much must be risked in war.'

Y/N: 'And I suppose you think your son's life and the lives of your people are worth the risk?'

Denethor: 'Is there a captain here who still had the courage to do his Lord's will?'

Y/N steps forward before being interrupted by Faramir.

Faramir: 'You wish now that our places had been exchanged. That I had died and Boromir had lived.'

Denethor: 'Yes, I wish that.'

Faramir: 'Since you were robbed of Boromir. I will do what I can in his stead. If I should return I hope you would think better of me father.'

Denethor: 'That would depend on the manner of which you return.'

Y/N points at Denethor as Faramir turns to leave.

Y/N: 'You shame Boromir's death with your ignorance. Your line may continue and you shall be henceforth be stripped of your title. Your vile attempts at power will reward you no longer. This, I swear unto you.'

As Faramir begins to leave Y/N and Gandalf chase him.

Gandalf: 'Faramir! Your father's will has turned to madness.'

Y/N: 'Do not throw away your life so rashly.'

Faramir: 'Where does my allegiance lie if not here? This is the city of the Men of Númenor. I will gladly give my life to defend her beauty, her memory, her wisdom.'

Gandalf: 'Your father loves you Faramir. He will remember it before the end.'

Gandalf turns to Y/N and they nod.

Y/N: 'I must meet Aragorn and the others. When the time comes, Mithrandir. Do not let him burn.'

Y/N hoists themselves up onto their horse and rides out with the troops before turning away, heading for Dunharrow.

Hello! I have returned with another installment of the Pethryn Series! As always Pethryn means Narrator (I think) in elvish! ENJOY!

[noneatnonedotcom]

gonna play some vidya but before i do I'm gonna roll up Profesor Arc

a version of our lovable noodle who was the rusted knight first then showed up at beacon. i get one free pick and 2 random rolls. lets see how our boy does and then I'll let you know how I picture the story changing.

first pick

Peerless: (800CP) The knights of Britain are renown for their skill, power and honour. The knights of the Round Table exemplify Britain’s virtues to an even greater extent. You? Lancelot at his height is the only one you can call a peer and he doesn’t remain there for long. Few men are as perfectly well rounded as you. Your physical abilities are enough that you could fight powerful adult dragons and demons to a draw with your bare hands or even win if you added a good weapon to your side. You’ve got unbelievable levels of martial skill in both offense and defense, across two dozen kinds of weapons, such that even without your physical abilities being so great you could slay armies. You have strategic and tactical abilities that let you lead small forces to crush far larger ones and can even make a good substitute for a king if your liege needs to spend a few months away at war, though you are far below the sort of king that can create a golden age. You have a high level of natural talent at any skill or ability you try your hand at and find it very easy to learn and train to become better at new things, quickly surpassing even the most venerable of warriors in their specialties. Of course, you would not be peerless if you did not also look the part. Among all the men in the world, only the divine could outmatch your physical splendour and even then, only by a touch. Your king might frown on the hordes of maidens that lust after you but you really can’t help it, as you gather admirers and love interests even when fully armoured and masked. Just something about you.

chose this one because we're going with the assumption that jaune grew into his roll as the rusted knight since he didn't slowly go mad waiting for rwby. he spent his time in the ever after learning to be a hero and helping people just for the fun of it.

we also know he's already something of a lady's man so that's just turned up to 11 now.

random roll 1

Dark Teacher: (200CP) Teachers have a great deal of power, given they are the source of each proceeding generation’s greatest warriors, magicians and leaders. Rarely is this more true than it is for you. A teacher like few others, those who study under you find that they learn as if they had enormous talent for anything you teach them, picking up everything from the combat arts to the spells of the far off Norse with lightning speed. Even faster this grows should you welcome them into your bedchambers and give them the gift of your thighs. You are particularly charming to any student you have in that manner indeed, and find that even those not yet your student will feel a growing desire to become such as your own fame for great skill and power grows.

alright so jaune's a really good teacher in this, and it speeds up if he sleeps with his students.... someone call @evenmorefatallyobsessed

seems like we're using his version of professor Arc for this lmao

random roll 2

All The King’s Horses: (100CP)A godly being like you deserves a godly steed to travel, and while you may possess an Authority to do so already, another item may prove useful in some cases. For that, this legendary mount is yours to use. Able to break the speed of sound easily while protecting all passengers and possessing a small but effective amount of firepower to defend you when you need it. The exact aesthetic depends on you, maybe you want a flying horse or a small dragon or a vimana. Regardless, the specs will be the same.

juniper made it out and is all the stronger for it! able to break the sound barrier is way faster than she used to be. and while riding on her back jaune's protected from the air and such. jackalope op

alright with that out of the way, lets move on to what this would have changed in the show.

jaune's past in this would be a built up mystery with hints of his time as the rusted knight shining through for eagle eyed fans who pay attention and know the lore. the story of the rusted knight would be brought up a lot in the first season and the good professor would always be a bit cagey about whether he likes the books or not.

as for character changes? not much, yeah he didn't know about aura still and does have to go get it unlocked before he takes the job, but he's basically just a normal teen who got back from an isseki adventure. he's got more hobbies related to equestrainism with juniper and practicing his skills but for the most part he's still just a comic loving dork who wants to make friends.

that's another thing jaune's gonna be physically 17 in this still but being much more solidly built and having longer hair he looks more mature.

the main joke around jaune is how much his students wanna jump his bones. he's like the male goodwitch in how everyone who's into guys just can't look away. his amazing skills at teaching just make everyone want him more. and when he goes out of his way to help them? well they can't not fuck him now can they?

jaune himself still doesn't get the hints, or maybe he just doesn't wanna sleep with his students. either way main joke of those new rwby would be professor arc fan service constantly coming up.

on the other hand he's utterly terrifying in combat. literally pearless in everything except aura usage and he's learning that fast. his time in the ever after changed him so he's just built different now.

the plot would be a lot of the same at first, team rwby learning to deal with each other and ruby learning to lead. pyrrha might not be his partner but she defiantly seeks him out for some private training when she can. yang will not give up on the various pick up lines/ jokes she uses on the professor though and blake thinks jaune can see right through her and knows her past.

the joke there will be that he doesn't. he really didn't think it was his business to get into his student's private lives unless they wanted him too. weiss tries to be prim and proper around him but secretly ships him with winter.

nora and ren like him. he's nice and will even help teach them or train with them for combat class. pyrrha being the only one who consistently asks for training (everyone else is too caught up in looking at jaune lol) means that they spend a lot more time around him than the average students.

people just assume juniper is an animal from out in the wilds that they've never seen before and jaune unlocked her aura so that's why she's so fast, she got a semblance.

volume 2 is where the mystery of professor arc starts getting investigated each member of team rwby imagines his mysterious past from his paperwork differently (ie in different genres of stories) and as they investigate more their theories get more elaborate sometimes jumping to entirely new genres as well, but this is the b plot of the second season. the main plot is white fang stuff with jaune proving he's absolutely terrifying on the battle field and acting as a deterant. leading the two teams on various practice missions. to handle grimm, jaune and qrow have a bromance

volume 3 we get teases that jaune might be a villain but it's a red haring the fall still happens but jaune's much more proactive and pyrrha survives, cinder still becomes the fallmaiden but has to flee when jaune shows up. yang never looses her arm but still gets her ass kicked. blake still runs off, weiss is taken back home. jaune and tai have a bromance

volume 4 lots of side quests for jaune ruby yang pyrrha ren and nora. with jaune still teaching them they're now way stronger than they were in cannon and pyrrha finally gets her man now that he's not technically their teacher anymore. ruby sleeps with him soon after. yang doesn't feel like it, still down after everything and hunting for her mother. series finally is jaune fighting cinder and raven at the same time unlocking his semblance to be truly busted. jaune and qrow have a bromance

volume 5 jaune is asked by ironwood to protect the lower city with it's wall down. jaune's happy to help but dealing with the grimm is a full time job and no one is quite sure what to do without him. ruby is forced into a leadership roll with everyone back. and we learn that jaune really was the rusted knight. pyrrha and ruby both advance so fast the others start to joke it's because Jaune finally gave them the right motivation. ozpin calls ironwood from a land line, turns out that when he dies he reincarnates in a baby's body. no soul to absorb but even just sitting up and getting his eyes to focus right is impossible right now. he'll have to remain hidden until he's old enough to fight. all he can offer is wisdom. salem attacks but thanks to everyone working together is repeled. especially after jaune explains that they could just cut her to pieces and freeze the pieces as a win condition. sure it won't last forever but he figures they could get a cool couple of centuries out of it, and if they make it to space they can just leave her to drift out there forever.

volume 6 ruby want snu snu! pyrrha want snu snu! jaune thinks they should actually talk about what their relationship is.

... qrow and jaune have a bromance as they all travel to vaccuo.

main thing here is jaune doesn't actually change the plot points too much even being op, he's just one man and a jackalope at the end of the day. what effect he does have on the plot comes from pyrrha and ruby being more effective heroes since they have more training from jaune. picking up all sorts of skills from him even before the sex based power up.

but that's just me

@heliosthegriffin @howlingday @weatherman667

how would you write this version of jaune? specifically as a character in the show and what all would you change about the show.

also peerless plus dark teacher would be overpowered in the [Worm] universe for an alternate greg. yeah he's not a legendary king but he could lead an order of knights in the grim dark world of superheroes . at least stop things from getting worse. though greg would probably pull an eminence in shadow and be more preoccupied with playing superhero than truly fixing the world. such is the problem of being a 15 year old. that combination would be really interesting in a 40k character though, especially if he's not a primarch or space marine but a normal human able to train other humans to the same ish level

[fallendaria]

Winx Club x Stardew Valley

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I’m combining my two current obsessions and drawing the winx girlies as Stardew villagers. Idk what possessed me to do this but I plan on making these like series so Stella is coming up next. I have so many ideas for character interactions and silly doodles. I wish I knew how to make pixel art so much rnn

Bloom ᯓ★

Birthday: Winter 10

Loved gifts: pizza, fairy rose, dragon tooth, lucky lunch

Liked gifts: fire quartz, pancakes, starfruit, cave carrot

Hated gifts: frozen tear, rabbit's foot, beer, pale ale

Weapon: Lava Katana

Introduction

Bloom lives in Pelican Town with her adoptive parents, Mike and Vanessa, in a two-story house that functions as a flower shop.

She's always followed by her pet rabbit Kiko.

Bloom works at the storefront 2 days a week whenever her mom is busy with her own schedule. She also helps with flower deliveries.

Generally speaking gardening and any kind of flower arranging are not her strong suit but she still does her best to help out( she has a habit of killing plants accidentally )

I imagine that their house would be close to/next to the clinic and Pierre's store.

Quests

As the farmer, we would get quests on the help wanted board from their family that usually have something to do with flowers, bringing cave carrots for Kiko, or getting some type of fish/veggie for dinner( the usual type of requests basically)

Bloom would give us a special lost item quest where we need to find her sword because she lost it somewhere. (Probably the mines or the secret forest)

Personality

Similar to Abigail, she gets super excited by the idea of fighting monsters and adventuring. However, unlike Abigail's parents, Mike and Vanessa are more supportive of her(that wasn't the case when she was a teenager, but she's proven herself by now by becoming a member of the adventurer's guild).

In my mind Bloom is an adrenalin junkie through and through.

She often takes help-wanted quests that have something to do with slaying monsters.

Bloom is a bit of an introvert. She's full of energy and a good fighter.

Usually friendly and well-meaning, but she wouldn't go out of her way to socialize with new people.

Puts great value on her friendships. Will always find time to be with her family and friends.

Quality time girlie

I imagine her having more of her s1 personality, where she's a bit of a fireball and can be kind of stubborn and hot-headed.

Loves fantasy books and finding cool treasures in the mines.

Prone to daydreaming which causes her to lose/misplace items often.

Will munch on cave carrots with Kiko.

Relationships

Out of the younger villagers she is closest with Leah and Abigail because of their similar interests. I imagine her and Leah drawing by the lake/sea together and practicing sword fighting/combat skills with Abigail. Their parents are friends too. (Pierre secretly hates Vanessa's flower business cuz her bouquets are prettier, cheaper, and sell more)

She adores Evelyn and George and often stops by to yap about her latest adventure (politely) or to help out if they need anything. Somehow manages to get George to open up to her and the conversations aren't one-sided.

Will always praise Gus for his pizza. Offers to draw the menu.

Loves listening to Marlon and Gunter's adventurer tales and sharing her own of course.

Fascinated by the Wizard, tho I think he'd be annoyed by her.

Schedule

Most days she's out and about slaying monsters until late.

Some days she works in the flower shop (as mentioned before)

Likes chilling in Cindersap Forest.

(Harrased Pleaded with the wizard to teach her magic. He refused)

On rainy days she goes to the library to read or stays in her room sketching.

She'd often be in the adventure's guild.( Shares her pizza with Marlon and Gunter )

She goes to the Stardrop saloon when it's empty for the pizza.

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[stars-lilacs]

QSMP

I'm so upset that none of my friends are into the qsmp. Like, what do you mean you don't care about gay minecraft roleplay???? How could you not be completely invested in a 36 year old man's fake platonic husband and their two egg children in a minecraft server??

The worst part is they won't even let me mention them. I can't make any damn references to anyone without getting confused glares. Like, sorry you refuse to watch every vod from every creator on the server and don't understand the lore.

It's so cool because of the amount of people on the server, like there are SO many perspectives to see things from and so many different story lines to get invested in. Personally, my favorite storyline was Ph1lzA and the Enderking thing. I've always loved the concept of a character being corrupted or possessed and forcing them to hurt their loved ones(don't question me). Tallulah and Chayanne's admins did SO good. So did Phil, he sounded like a whole different person. And Phil was the best person to do this to. He's practically everyone's dad on the server, so seeing such a caring and fun guy to get aggressive and threaten his own children was scary and a great arc for him to experience.

I also absolutely LOVE the ships. Like you can't TELL me that you don't absolutely love Roier and Cellbit's relationship. Pac and Fit? OH MY GOOOOOD. I love the fanart and fanfics of them 😭 (I ship the characters in the actual server, not the content creators). I love Deathduo. Missa x Ph1lzA forever. They make such a good duo with how they interact around each other and the eggs. Roier and Cellbit have such a cute dynamic, I loved that one time Cellbit was running away and trying to blow himself up, and Roier went, "No, you can't kill yourself! You're too sexy!" They are so silly together, and I just think they're so cute.

Also the fandom is absolutely beautiful. I love all the fanart and memes, the fanfics and animatics. OH MY GODS. I really wish I had the confidence to make fanart or fanfics, I'm too nervous that I'll get info wrong or have a bad headcannon lol. I adore looking at the way people draw the eggs. My favorite designs are when they're bipedal dragons or like they're half hatched and their legs are sticking out of the shell 😭 its so cute!!! I still don't mind when they're just drawn like kids but with dragon features.

I loved Tallulah and her story, including Wilbur. I don't like Wilbur for what he did (even if it might be fake I genuinely don't know anymore) but I like him as a character in the qsmp. I love all the clips of Wilbur and Tallulah. Like when Lullah brought a gorilla into the garden and she was just so happy but Wilbur was absolutely terrified was so funny. The way he basically gentle parented her was adorable, like he didn't know how to raise a kid and just wanted her to be happy. (Wilbur is a horrible person, if the allegations are true, and I don't support him. I just like his character in the story but still understand why some people wouldn't like his character)

The humor is probably the best part. There are so many quotable things. One thing that I specifically remember was when Phil went to wake up one of the eggs (when they were all in hospital beds or smt IDK-) with Pac and someone else, Phil got downed by a warden and Pac went up to him and said, "Philza. I am here." in an overly manly voice, or something like that. Also I love just randomly saying quotes and pretending like everyone understands and thinks I'm cool. "we are all going to die. the sun is a false god but a true threat." -Gegg "IN THIS WORLD THERE ARE 2 GENDERS, PAIN AND SUFFERING" -Dapper "Geez abuelito I didn't know you were into drama omg slay" -Tallulah "heaven is homophobic motherfucker son of a bitch" -Roier

Anyways, I need more QSMP obsessed friends to talk to <3

(part 2 coming soon <3)

[thegreeks]

The Warmth of Home

Prequel to An Affectionate Rebellion Warnings: Child in marriage Synopsis: Joys of an aristocratic life with your husband Mr. Darcy and son Edward

In the years following the tumultuous events of the Hertfordshire ball, the formidable Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy and his newlywed wife, you, found solace in the thriving heart of Pemberley. The grand estate suited the fell sweep of the mountain backdrop, but within its well-manicured gardens lay an intimate world where whispers of affection and longing flourished unseen.

The life of an aristocrat was laden with expectation—dinners to attend, invitations to accept, and the scrutiny of society to endure. Yet, amidst these realities, you had forged a bond with Darcy unlike any other. It was a connection that twined your hearts together, and now, two years into your marriage, you cherished not only your love for one another but also the delightful mischief of parenthood.

“Good morning, Mr. Darcy,” you greeted cheerfully as he entered the drawing room one autumn morning, sunlight spilling over the polished surfaces of Pemberley, casting a glow on his elegant form.

“Good morning, my dear,” he replied, a smile breaking through his usual reserve, one that held the warmth of a shared secret. It was a smile reserved only for you and their son, Edward, who was not yet two years old but already exhibiting the determination of his father.

As if summoned by your laughter, little Edward burst into the room, clutching a toy horse adorned with the Darcy crest. His tousled hair and wide-eyed excitement were an irresistible sight. You felt a swell of affection for both your husband and your son, an experience both profound and heartwarming.

“Papa, look!” Edward exclaimed, galloping towards Darcy, his small feet pattering on the floor. “I am a knight!”

Darcy knelt to the boy's level, his expression softening further. “A knight, you say? And what is your quest, young sir?”

“To rescue Mama!” Edward declared, brandishing his wooden sword with all the seriousness befitting a two-year-old knight.

You stifled a laugh, knowing how seriously Darcy would take this. “It would seem I require rescuing regularly,” you teased, glancing playfully at your husband.

Darcy’s brow arched in mock severity. “You shall have to inform me of any dragons that need slaying, madam, for I believe my son is more than capable.”

With that, the morning filled with laughter and delightful banter, the three of you embarked on a treasure hunt of sorts around the estate. While Edward sat astride his imaginary steed, you and Darcy quietly planned the day’s small social engagement—an invitation extended by Lady Catherine de Bourgh, who had become infrequent in her visits yet maintained her presence as far-off thunderclouds do on bright days.

“You must remember, Fitzwilliam,” you said, fixing him with an affectionate but serious gaze, “Lady Catherine’s comments on your estate management are relentless.”

“I shall endure,” he groaned lightly, shaking his head. “But I cannot promise to enjoy it.”

“Perhaps we can make a pact?” you offered, snatching Edward’s hand. “For every complaint she makes, we could take a delightful excursion together. Perhaps the lakes?”

A flicker of mischief lit his dark eyes. “You venture them far too close to comfort, my dear, and it tends to attract her ire. However, the idea is easily tempting.”

As the hours passed and the day turned ever closer to your evening engagement, a sudden knock at the door startled the three of you from your game. A footman entered, bowing deeply. “Mr., Mrs., and Miss. Bingley have arrived, my lord.”

Darcy’s expression morphed into one of mild annoyance, yet he hid it well. “How very timely,” he replied, sliding into his role of the unfazed gentleman.

You smirked quietly, knowing that neither of you would mind the company of their friends, Mr. and Mrs. Bingley. They had an avid fondness for Edward and always brought a lively spirit into the house. And though Caroline Bingley’s presence often came with trials—gravitating as she was to all upper-class propriety—her brother, with his soft-hearted nature, was what you truly cherished.

As you descended the staircase warmly welcoming Mr. and Mrs. Bingley into your home, Darcy stood behind you, a hand on your back, lending support as you navigated the balance of pleasure and decorum of the gathering. Edward took his place, corners of his mouth twitching with excitement, caught between the allure of new guests, ready to be the center of attention.

For that moment, you felt invincible, together in your beloved family, even amid the weight of societal expectations. As laughter filled the room and you exchanged glances of conspiratorial delight with your husband, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, your bond would emerge bright and steadfast, like a beacon against the backdrop of the Pemberley night.

It was a world of privilege, yes, but it was also yours: a landscape filled with love, laughter, and the gentle chaos that parenthood permits—a bubble in a society that could stand to remember what truly mattered most. In the heart of it, Mr. Darcy cherished the quiet moments, the gentleness of family gracing his once-lonely estate—now thriving with the laughter of a child and the warmth of love that was always intended to be.

As the evening stretched on, laughter echoed through the halls, enfolding the surrounding lushness, a kingdom built not upon wealth alone but upon the heart’s true treasures—a partnership between you and Mr. Darcy, eternally intertwined under the watchful gaze of the stars adorning the English sky.

[ancientbygone]

okay. Sleep Token/Teeth of God Slay the Princess AU, from someone who's never played Slay the Princess itself and has only watched videos and read the wiki and heard its friends talk about it, but thinks it has enough ground covered for a basic concept.

major spoilers for both Teeth of God and Slay the Princess ahead; i won't put them under the cut as i rely on folks who don't want to see that stuff to have blocked the tags or read the post from the beginning til now. sorry.

basic idea: this is an alternate ending to Teeth of God where the Director did not submit himself to the lunar anomaly but, much like StP's Narrator, has decided to try and stop it from destroying reality by imprisoning it in a construct and confining it to a being, as well as create another to kill it. an avatar. a vessel, if you will.

the thing is, unlike the Shifting Mound and the Long Quiet, i don't quite know where Sleep and Vessel stand in terms of what they are. Sleep is clearer to me - much like the Shifting Mound, it is change, metamorphosis, and, as things stand, death, too. Vessel... i'm not sure where he would come from, and thus not sure what he would represent. this could very well be different from the original narrative of StP, and have a different message and story entirely - given the theme of human connection throughout Sleep Token's history, Vessel could very well represent humanity's, and the Director's, last embers of hope and fervor to survive, but i don't quite know how to spin it.

in terms of appearances... much like the Player in StP is bird-like, Vessel would have more of an insectoid appearance, perhaps? drawing partially from the "angels" in ToG, for certain, and some from Euclid. Sleep (who would definitely need another title in its form like the Princess) i envision as the TMBTE titular creature/the God Mother, but way more... regular. human. no wings, no tendrils; a simpler dress, hair covering her face, perhaps a mouth peeking out from underneath it, sometimes. i am still committed to not giving Sleep a "normal" face. the variations would likely take from different TMBTE characters, and, perhaps, Vessel's stage appearances and masks in places (i definitely want to give the Nightmare Vessel's 1st full face mask haha). i definitely think she would go full on God Mother as the Tower & Apotheosis. the Beast & Den taking more influence from Vore, the Adversary & Eye of the Needle, perhaps, closer to The Apparition. i won't list everything out here. the Director, in his brief appearance... like the shards of a broken mirror and the shadow of a crow, i imagine that appearance to have something to do with his broken mask, and slowly revealing what he has turned into as he disappears.

the voices. i remember when i mentioned this crossover for the first time, someone said the voices would be the TMBTE characters. it's a fun idea, but i think it would be alright to just leave them shattered pieces of Vessel's psyche. perhaps model some of them after the other three vessels, because i really think that would be funny. dunno who would be who, though. i think iii as Smitten or Contrarian would be really fucking funny (though i also think he would pull the shit Opportunist does in The Princess and the Dragon). ii perhaps Skeptic, iv perhaps Cheated or Stubborn. i really dunno mate.

not much else i have to say on the matter, but here are the ideas for now. if you have suggestions, please do go ahead. i am not at all familiar with the game, to be completely fair, and i would appreciate help here LMAO

[catinflight]

WOuhhhg got around to drawing amalgam-Murtagh

(Amalgamtagh??????? Murtgam???? Hsgshsud))))

L a rge

Lazy sketches that I don't really like BUT OUUUUGHHH I need to complete the trio of murtagh au's

It's mandatory for all the scrunkle characters I obsess over

ANYWAY, yapping lore (sorta,,,, i don't actually have a lot of stuff nailed down.)

Probably one of the weaker au's since I haven't really thought alot abt it BUUUUT

Basically, Thorn & Murtagh do the whole

"visit the Draumar and get captured by bachel,"

but instead of bachel keeping them as her prized rider, she corrupts the sacred bond

(as commanded by Azlagûr, big scary lizard under ground or something)

and basically Mish-mashes the two together

(think of it like crudely stitching the halves of two diffrent dolls together)

then traps them under some large mountain in Nal Gorgoths' mountain range for like a couple of hundreds of years before- ERAGON‼️‼️‼️ ERAGON⁉️⁉️ ERAGOOOON🔥🔥🔥

ough h anyway, yeah Eragon gets there because, like, at this point literally everyone he has cared about (not counting Arya or any of the elves) have passed away at this point because- yknow- he's immortal they aren't.

Eragon has assumed murtagh must also be dead / missing, and so instead, he's the one who stumbles upon the Draumar and bachel and yadda yadda you know the deal by now.

Some stuff happens, Eragon snoops around, and BAM

AMALGAMTAGH UNDER THE MOUNTAIN‼️‼️

Eragon is pissed, amalgamtagh is pissed, and bachel is

Well

Bachel.

So far, I haven't thought about much else since murtcat and shade-murtagh have been consuming all of my brain power.

Oh, a little silly I should mention, in the au, Morzan suffers a similar fate, where in his battle with Brom, instead of Brom killing his dragon, Bachel's freaky bird skull amulet that galb gave morz to wear activates, he gets amalgamated with his dragon, and from almost dies trying to slay him, but that part is purposefully left out of the folktale bc THATS CRAZY‼️‼️

Anyway, imma go get some shut eye y'all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk

[mavuikas-w1fe]

When Muffinstars Align

Chapter One

Characters: Mia Muffinstar (Original Character), Mandy (Original character, mentioned) Madison Muffinstar (Original character, mentioned), Imogen (Original character), Odette (original character), Multiple Waddle Dees, King Dedede, Meta Knight

Warnings: none

I take a deep breath as I look up at the door. It's large, much larger than the door to my previous house. 'How could anyone live here alone?' I think to myself as I place my suitcase on the ground and knock on the door.

This house had belonged to my mother, and I've visited it before. I just never thought it would belong to me. I always thought of this place as a family house, for all of us. Not just myself...

A maid opens the door, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Lady Mia!" She says with a slightly panicked tone. "You're three days early!"

"I am? I swear Mandy said it would be ready by Monday..." I reply, perplexed. I grab a letter from my pocket and skim over the contents, trying to find a date.

"No, she said Thursday. But come in, you look cold!" she guides me into the drawing room, and I sit on a sofa next to the fireplace. "Do you need help with anything, Lady Mia?"

"No thank you, I have all my essentials here." I smile and look into the fire.

"I'll leave you to warm up then." the maid leaves the room, and I grab a book from my bag.

It's my favourite book. Sure, it's a cliche story, but I absolutely adore it. It's the classic story of a princess in a tower, and a knight coming to save her. It's simple, but the way the story is told feels so magical. I wish I had a knight in shining armour to save me...

I'm not even in any danger. I think I'm just lonely.

I decide to skip to the best part of the story. The brave knight runs along the bridge to the base of the tower, the book reads. But just as he was about to throw the hook up to the window, he hears a roar from behind. The large, blue-scaled and icy dragon had crept up from behind, and is now standing on the bridge. The knight draws his sword and faces the beast, ready to fight.

This part always makes me so happy.

"Sir knight, you need to be careful!" the princess calls out from her tower, her long hair blowing out the window. "The dragon's extremely powerful!"

The knight grabs an arrow, wrapping a bandage around it and dousing it with alcohol. "Don't worry, I got this." he lights the arrow on fire and shoots it at an ice crystal on the dragon's back.

The dragon's movement slows down as the fire from the arrow melts the ice. 'So that's how you do it...' the princess thinks. 'I've been doing it wrong the whole time.' she stares at her bow, which was leaning on the wall next to the window.

"Throw me some bandges!" the princess exclaims. "I can help you!" she waves her bow out the window.

"Do you know how to use that?" the knight asks. The princess shoots an arrow at the wall next to the knight. "That answers my question." the knight throws a roll of bandages to the princess, and she wraps them around the arrows and douses them in alcohol like the knight did. She lights the arrow with a match and shoots it at the dragon.

Together they slay the fearsome ice dragon, and the knight climbs up the tower to meet the princess.

"It's you... The one who sent me all those letters." the princess smiles. "It's finally you." she runs up and hugs the knight.

"Yes, princess. It's me..." he removes his helmet and kisses her.

I always melt reading this book... It's so heartwarming and romantic, exactly what I need. I often felt lonely in my manor, and that was before I moved here. It's so large, it almost feels like I'm the only one here. I never really conversed with the maids at my old home, but I never really felt the need to. It was a small enough house to not feel too lonely. I could get lost in my books, and not have to worry about the troubles on the other side of the door. But now, it's different. I feel alone, and my books can't help.

I hear a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

The same maid from earlier walks in. "There's someone at the front door, they said they have a message for you."

"Thank you. I'll go talk to them." I put my book on the coffee table next to the fireplace and stand up, walking to the front door. There I see a waddle dee wearing an official looking hat.

"Lady Mia Muffinstar, you are cordially invited to meet with king Dedede to talk over snacks." the way the waddle dee says snacks so formally makes me giggle a bit.

"When's that?" I ask.

"Tomorrow, at 3:00." the waddle dee replies.

"I'll make sure to be there!" I curtsy and close the door. I then grab my suitcase and bag from the drawing room and start walking up the stairs to my bedroom.

"Do you need help with that, Lady Mia?" a different maid asks. "I'd be more than happy to escort these to your quarters!"

"Yes please, thank you so much. I've been carrying this for the whole trip." I give my suitcase to the maid, but I continue to hold my bag. It doesn't weigh much, and it has to be held at a specific point or it spills open.

"I'll carry this to your quarters then." the maid walks up the stairs, and I follow suit. When I get up the stairs, I see the maid has put the suitcase on the bed and is putting away my clothes in the drawers and wardrobe. "Lady Mia! I hope you don't mind me putting these away for you."

"I don't mind at all, thank you for doing that!" I place my bag on the floor next to my bed. It's so strange calling this my bed, since I always knew this as my mother's bed. But now it's mine... Sometimes I forget that she's gone. I can still hear her voice in the halls, as if she's still here. I give a bittersweet smile as I lay my hand on the pink silk duvet. "I still can't believe this is all mine now..."

"I know... It seems like only yesterday Lady Madison was here. It's hard to believe she's gone."

"She was very brave... I'm proud to be her daughter."

"Okay, I'm done. Do you need anything else?"

"I'll have some juice, please." I smile.

"Okay, I'll fetch you some juice."

"Thank you."

The maid walks out of the room. I lie down on the bed and look at the canopy above it. 'I'll have something to do tomorrow,' I think. 'But I don't even know anything about this king. What do I expect? Will he try to hurt me? Or does he truly just want to talk?' I continue to stare at the canopy, thinking far too much about tomorrow. I start singing a song...

"They know that it's almost, they know that it's almost over..." leave the city. One of my favourite songs. "They know that it's almost, they know that it's almost over..."

"Nice singing, Lady Mia." the maid from earlier says, placing a glass of apple juice on my bedside table.

"Thanks..." I smile at the maid.

"You're welcome. I have your drink..."

"Thank you." we both look at each other awkwardly. "You know, we could always talk if you want."

"No thanks, I never have anything interesting to talk about."

I smile. "Okay. If you don't want to talk, we don't have to."

The maid nods and leaves the room.

"Wait."

"What is it, Lady Mia?"

"What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Imogen."

"Nice to meet you, Imogen."

Imogen smiles and closes the door.

And I'm alone again... Left to stare at the canopy.

...

...

...

...

Nah, this is boring. I need something to look at other than just pink. I rip the top of the canopy down, grab my paints and stamps, and start stamping rainbow stars onto the underside of the canopy.

I step back to admire my work.

"That looks pretty good... Now to get it back up." I sigh and look at the bed. "How am I gonna do that?"

I decide to ring the bell and ask a maid for help. A girl with short black hair, the same girl who opened the front door for me, walks into my room.

"Lady Mia. You rang?" she asks.

"Yes, I did. I need some help putting my canopy back up, I did a bit of decorating and I have no clue how I'm gonna get it back up on my own." I reply. "Can you please help me?"

"Of course I can. Okay, so you flip it over... Okay, now grab those hooks up there and pull them onto the edge of the canopy. And..." once I attach the hooks to the end of the canopy, it's pulled up onto the top. "Perfect!l

"Thank you so much... Uhh..."

"It's Odette." she smiles and curtseys.

"Thanks, Odette. Thanks a ton."

"You're welcome, lady Mia." Odette curtseys and leaves the room. I lie back down, looking at the stars I painted on the canopy. I smile at the bright colours, thinking it looks much nicer than before. I grab a long pillow and hold it close to me. I often hold pillows like this, imagining that they're the knight from my fairytales, and I've just been rescued from a tower...

I hold the pillow closer, still imagining my knight in shining armour that had come to save me. I wasn't sad, nor was I crying, I just needed a hug...

I continued to hold the pillow until I eventually fell asleep. The next morning, I'm awoken by my alarm going off. I press the top of the clock and turn off the noise and immediately put on my light pink dress and shoes. I pack my purse with everything I need (which isn't a lot, just some perfume, a fan and a book), and start walking to King Dedede's castle. It's a nice walk, very peaceful and relaxing. Through the meadow, then the forest, and past the lake... It's all so bright and colourful, and I'm so happy that this is my home.

And finally, I make it to the castle. It fits into the scenery perfectly, standing high on the hill, overlooking the kingdom. I walk up to the door, and before I could knock, it opens in front of me, revealing the interior of the palace. Red carpet lines the centre of the room atop soft yellow floors that match the pillars on each side. A waddle dee guides me through a warm red corridor to the courtyard, which has all sorts of brightly coloured flowers, reminiscent of those found in Muffinstar Manor. And there in the centre of the garden, was a table with a light blue tablecloth decorated with polka dots. Waddle dees were placing sweet and savoury treats onto the table, and the sheer amount of different snacks made my head spin.

But there, sat on one of the chairs, was a blue penguin, wearing a red and yellow hat with a matching shirt, and a red cloak.

There's no way that's the king...

"Come, sit down! These snacks aren't gonna eat themselves!" the penguin says enthusiastically, gesturing to the seat opposite. I sit down and place some fondant fancies and a few doughnut bites on my plate.

"So... You're King Dedede?" I ask hesitantly.

"The one and only! And you're Lady Mia?" King Dedede says with a smile.

"Yes, I am. You knew my mother, right? She's said a few things about you."

"Yes, I knew Lady Madison." He puts a brownie bite in his mouth and swallows quickly. "A brave woman, it was a shame that we lost her in battle."

"Yeah... I definitely miss her. She was wonderful... I'm still comprehending that she's gone. It still feels like she's here with me..."

"I can imagine how hard it must be. She talked about you a lot, her "darling daughter Mia," as she put it. You two must be close."

"Yeah, we were. I was the eldest sister, so I was the one to carry on her legacy. It's quite a bit of pressure, especially since I can't fight, but I feel like I'm handling it well."

"A daughter of Lady Madison that can't fight? That's surprising!"

"Molly's the warrior. I never really liked getting my hands dirty, so I just stayed in my study reading fairytales."

"That's certainly one way to spend your time. So, how's your time been here in my kingdom?"

I laugh. "I've lived here my whole life! But as for how I've been since I moved to Muffinstar Manor, it's been nice. I only moved in yesterday, and I wasn't even supposed to be here until Thursday!"

"That's strange, I was told you moved in last week!" King Dedede says with his flipper under his beak. "I guess nobody got the timing right!"

"You can say that again!"

We continued talking for hours, always finding more things to talk about. But then I heard the clock chiming...

"Ten o'clock? I didn't even realize! Oh my goodness, I need to get back to my house!" I quickly grab my bag and stand up from my seat. "Thank you so much for having me over for snacks, king Dedede. I'll see you around?"

"See you around, Lady Mia!"

I quickly run out of the castle and dash through the path back home, almost like Cinderella. I wish I had a pumpkin carriage like her, I thought. It would make this so much easier- WOAH!

I accidentally trip over someone's foot while lost in thought.

"Lo siento," a smooth Spanish voice says. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's okay, neither was I." I reply, looking up from the floor I had just fallen face first into, and I see a blue puffball with white eyes, that slowly turned yellow as he calmed down. He's wearing a silver mask, and blue and gold shoulder guards. On his back is a blue and purple cape that swishes slightly in the wind.

He's a knight...

"Woah..."

"Are you alright?" he holds out a gloved hand to me.

"Yeah, I'm alright. It's just a bit of dirt..." I brush the dust off my dress.

"Ah, okay." The knight looks up at me. "Senorita Muffinstar?"

"So you already know me?"

"Si. We have met in battle before, have we not?"

"Oh- Ohhhh!! No, you're thinking of Madison Muffinstar! No, I'm her daughter Mia."

"Ah... Sorry for getting you two mixed up."

"No, it's okay! It doesn't bother me, really!"

"I'll be on my way then." he starts walking the other way.

"Hey sir, I didn't catch your name."

"Meta Knight. My name is Meta Knight."

"Nice to meet you, Meta Knight." I curtsy and start walking back home. Once I open the door, I run to my room, flopping on my bed and kicking my legs.

"Oh my goodness, I just talked to an actual knight!" I squeal into my pillow.

I pick up my storybook and start reading the first page.

Once upon a time...

Taglist under cut:

@lances-wife @malarkey42 @cheezekennith @self-shipps @fictodreamer @ezrawip (I hope you guys don't mind me tagging you in my writing)

[anyamaris]

Word Count-3789

Summary- Complete the quest...? What kind of adventure was this?

Pairing- Mingi x f!reader

Trope-Adventure AU

Warnings- Vulgarity, unprotected sex (wrap it up), overstimulation, Mingi has a big cock, dirty talk, mild restraining (using his hands/body)MINORS DNI 18+

Tags- @cultofdionysusnet @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @yoonguurt @shinestarhwaa @babesindestroyland @lemonhongjoong @stardragongalaxy @kpop-stories-21 @thelargefrye @kwanisms @sanjoongie

Library of Illusions Masterlist here.

Tysm @cafekitsune for the dividers below!

Thank you @pars-ley for the new banner-you're amazing! 💜

As you pass through the rows upon rows of books, you can't help but feel a tingle of excitement as you read "Adventure". You always loved adventure stories growing up, and you were actually on your own adventure right now.

Of all of the genres, your brain ran rampant at the thought of what awaited you. Pirates on the high sea? Lost in a jungle, looking for treasure? Climbing a mountain to get to the peak?

You smile as you go to grab a thick novel but then a small, thin book falls to the floor in front of you. Frowning you pick it up, accidentally letting it fall open in your hands.

"Oh fu-"

Sunlight warmed your skin as you sit up, rubbing at your eyes. The smell of grass and springtime assailed your senses. All around you was fields of grain, and other random vegetables and fruits.

You inhale the fresh air, standing up and dusting off your clothing. You'd woken up beside a dirt road, and you finally spot a small village in the distance. As you take a step, suddenly a small screen appears in front of you.

"What the..." you mutter, focusing on it. It was a small screen, much like you'd see in a video game. But this was a book? The words on it read:

Objective-Speak to the villagers.

That was it. Nothing else. Shrugging, you sigh, trudging towards the tiny houses.

After what seems like longer than it should have been, you approach the people there. As you draw closer, you notice they are about a foot shorter than you and they were busy hustling around, with small wagons, or baskets of food items.

Approaching, some stop and stare at you, hesitant. You put your hands up at their wary eyes and smile. "Good afternoon...I um....seem to be lost and I was wondering if you could help direct me....?" you start, not exactly sure what else to say. The quest wasn't giving you many details.

An older woman, by the looks of her greying hair and wrinkled eyes as she smiled, approaches you. "Where ye be headin, pretty lady?" she asks, hefting her basket up against her hip as she studies you.

"I am unsure, but I've been traveling for awhile now and I was wondering..." you think momentarily, and then inspiration strikes. "I am just passing through and was looking for food and shelter...but I have no coin. Would there be any jobs that need to be done to receive either payment or a warm bed and food for the night?"

You'd played countless games so you decided to treat this like one, given the whole quest screen thing. This could be exciting, maybe you needed to slay a dragon or rescue a princess!

The small woman eyes you, seeming to decide you were harmless then nods, spitting to the side. "There be a task, for sure. Mayhap you could earn your stay."

Smiling, you thank her and then your quest screen pops up once more.

Objective-Speak to the Villagers COMPLETE!

New Objective-Accept the quest.

Following the woman to what looks to be an inn or tavern of sorts, you are guided to a small wrinkled man behind the counter.

"She be wantin to stay this eve...and take on some work for her keep." she nods at him, and he grunts, clearing his throat. He studies you much the same as the woman, taking in your appearance.

"I won't be askin ye how ye got here, but if yer willin to help with our...neighbor....I can give ye a warm bed and some stew to warm yer belly."

"Ok, you just let me know where to go and I'll go do what needs to be done!" you say enthusiastically. The man just nods, pulling out a piece of parchment.

"This 'ere be the map to the cave o'er the hill to the west. Could ye go chase off the beast that done took up livin there for us?" he asks and you look over the map as you take it from him.

"A beast? Do you know what kind of beast?" you frown down at it. It's a very crudely drawn picture, mostly with an arrow pointing to the left and a circle around where he wanted you to go. This is like a children's drawing, you think, sighing.

"He be huge, hulkin'! He done skerred off our game and lurks in the shadows!" he says, his eyes darting around. Excited you nod at his description. I'll just have to get some kind of weapon and go for it! you think, smiling.

"I'll do it!" you say and set out of the tavern, deciding to see what the distance was for this map. You could walk over the hill and see if you could even see the cave from a distance.

Objective- Accept the quest COMPLETE!

New Objective- Deal with the beast to bring peace back to the villagers

What you hadn't expected was to walk about 20 minutes up the hill, to crest it and see the cave about 100 meters in front of you. What the actual.....

Shaking your head, you trudge forward, slowly wondering if this was even going to be hard. You could just drive whatever creature it was off with the stick you'd grabbed along the way.

Finally reaching the cave, you are shocked to see the remnants of a fire pit, along with some makeshift tools fashioned out of wood and rock.

Venturing into the dark cave, you see it's not large at all. Nor is it empty. You take in the crude bed with hay and some rough fabric, a badly built chair that was broken and a few....books?

What in the world was going on? you think before you hear a crunch behind you. Spinning around with your stick at the ready, you are completely unprepared for the sight in front of you.

Instead of a large hulking beast you are faced with....

Well he was definitely large. Maybe even hulking.....

Your eyes scan the giant man...yes he was a man. He was shirtless and wet, eyeing you warily as he sets down his pail and the pieces of wood under his arm. Running his hand through his hair, he gives you a moment to take in his form.

He was tall and lean, but very...very fit. His thighs were hugged by some kind of leather, his stomach flat and you kept having to force yourself from following that line all the way down...

Clearing your throat, you shake some sense into yourself. Finally focusing on his face, you relax a bit. He had beautiful brown eyes, dark hair and his frown produced a dimple on his cheek as he studied you in turn.

This man was gorgeous, you think then he speaks finally. You weren't prepared for the deep richness of his voice as he says, "Are you hungry?"

"So they sent you to chase me off." he says, frowning. You nod, sighing. This wasn't the adventure you'd been hoping for. Just a big man scaring the smaller townfolk because...as you learned through talking to him....he was shy. Mingi, he'd said his name was.

He kept blushing as he glanced at you, his cute laugh making you want to cuddle him. He explained that the villagers scared him with their torches and screaming when he'd tried to approach them.

"I guess that's fine, I can just go find another place. It's not like this is exactly...." he says, waving around, ducking his head again.

"I feel bad...why don't you just go talk to them? Maybe I can help?" you say, laying a hand on his arm. His head shoots up at the contact, his eyes flashing momentarily. Then his dimples pokes out again when he smiles at you brightly.

"You'd do that for me?" he asks and you can't help but smile back, his sweetness so adorable. "Sure. I don't see why not? But it is getting dark...maybe I can come back in the morning and we can go talk to them together?" you say, rubbing his arm lightly.

You feel his skin prickle as he bites his lip, his head tilting, glancing at the setting sun. "Could you...would you....stay with me tonight? I...am...lonely..." he says, a small pout forming on his lips.

Was he...flirting? You couldn't actually tell, given his seemingly innocent demeanor so far. You didn't see how it could hurt to keep him comfortable....just for tonight....

"I can stay, if you'd like." you say, as he grasps your hand, his excited reaction making you have to bite back laughter. He was just so cute.

After a warm meal and helping him clean up, he directs you towards the cave. You rub your arms as a chill makes you shiver. "Oh..." you murmur, looking at the bed. He comes up behind you and you can't help but be affected by his nearness, his natural scent intoxicating.

His low voice hums as he moves around you, adjusting the bed. He slips in, then looks up at you. Realizing he wants you to get in with him, you blink.

"Aren't you cold? I'm sure....I can....keep you warm...." he says, smiling. Without a second thought, you crawl in with him. His big arms immediately pull you into him, engulfing you and pressing you against his chest. Oh hell yeah.

You are reminded of his naked chest from earlier and you feel your body react. Suddenly you're looking up into the face of this beautiful man, the innocence you'd seen in his eyes earlier replaced with curiosity mixed with what could only be desire.

"You...smell really nice..." you say, feeling heat creep up your neck. He brings his head down to your neck and inhales, causing you to stiffen up. "You smell good enough to taste..." he whispers then his tongue is on your skin, licking a trail up your neck.

Gasping, you grip his broad shoulders. This wasn't the adventure you'd expected but fuck if you weren't going to indulge while you were here. This man was luscious and you were too horny to care about your objective at this moment.

"Mingi..." you sigh, and then suddenly he's on top of you, his huge form hovering above you. "I love when you say my name..." he moans, settling his hips between your legs, his thick thighs pushing yours apart. "I need you..." he groans out, and you can feel his thick length proving that need as he grinds himself against you.

"Please-" you whimper, feeling your panties soak through at his low noises. He leans up and tugs your pants down, discarding them. You pull at the strings on his as well, and he removes them quickly, settling back between your legs. The weight of his huge cock on your mound causes you to mewl out, suddenly wondering if you were going to be able to take him.

"Mingi..." you moan again, as his length slides against you, your slickness as he rubs against your clit making you arch up. His large body covers yours as he grabs you behind one of your knees, pressing your leg up and to the side.

"I'm going to show you what kind of beast I really am...." he growls into your ear as he rams his enormous girth into your eager pussy, stretching you painfully. You scream out as he sheathes himself completely, the sting of pain and pleasure mixing to make you dizzy.

He doesn't even hesitate before he's grasping both of your wrists, yanking them over your head, holding you down. "You're all mine now, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't even think anymore..." he murmurs, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. It's not long before you feel the build of your first peak, taking you by surprise as your body trembles beneath his.

The weight of him holds you down, actually drawing out the high at the feeling of helplessness. "Fuck yeah, baby, just like that. Scream for me...." he's groaning, the slap of his balls against the wetness seeping out of you causing him to bite his lip and rut into you even harder. He holds himself up to look down, so he can see his large cock burying itself into your tiny hole.

"Such a pretty pink little pussy," he's panting, then he yanks your top up, his lips encircling your sensitive nipple, grinding his hips down into you. The pressure has your legs shaking again, another coil about to burst in your abdomen.

"Mingi! FUCK!" you scream, your aching walls clamping down on him. If he wasn't so heavy and his weight was holding him into you, the force would have ejected him. You watch his jaw clench when you can keep your eyes from squeezing shut, enjoying his reaction to your noises and body.

"Going to make you cum all night around my dick." he states, huffing and beginning to sweat. He pulls out of you, the feeling of sudden emptiness eliciting a cry from you. But then he's lifting you as if you weigh nothing, turning over to seat you on top of him, facing away.

"You want more of this cock?" he asks, seating you so his thickness is rubbing against your slit, slapping it against you. "PLEASE!" you moan out. He chuckles into your ear, one of his hands cupping the weight of your breast, his fingers pinching and pulling.

"Beg me..." he murmurs and you can't help but sob his name, crying out for him. "Fuck me, oh my god...please...I want you to tear me in two with your big fat cock!" you whine. "Mmm that's what I like to hear..." he groans, leaning you back so he can guide himself into you.

As he forces his way deep into you again, he grabs your arms and holds them behind you with one hand, his other slaps your sensitive clit, making it sting.

"Cum on me, do it." he growls as you whimper and bounce on him, the sense of being torn apart never felt so good to you. His long fingers slap against your nub once more, but then he's pinching and pressing on it, ripping yet another orgasm from you.

"Oh my god....how long....can ..you...last-" you gasp out, almost collapsing from the countless times you've cum tonight. "Mmm, do you want me to fill you up, baby? I can fuck you forever if you'd like...." you plead with him, tears falling down your face. Your poor body overused and shaking from overstimulation.

"One more..... this time- cum with me while -I fill- you up.....going- to make you- burst from the amount of- cum I have for you..." he's moaning, his mouth on your neck. His grunts start to pick up as you bounce faster, his hand letting your arms go to grip your hips.

Your head falls back against him as he sucks on your nape, leaving a mark as you start to feel yourself quaking. He murmurs incoherent pleased noises as you clench around him yet again, but this time he grits his jaw, a gutteral noise coming from his throat as he pulls you down one last time, and you can feel his thighs tremble beneath you.

"God yes, fill my pussy! Fill me up until I can't take anymore!" you're screaming, his hand dipping between your legs to rub you where you both meet. You cry out yet again as he lifts you briefly to pull you back down, his thick fluid seeping out from the motion. "Fuck yeah...." he moans, repeating the motion one more time, the sticky mess coating you both.

His hand goes to your mouth, his fingers forcing themselves into your mouth. You can't help but suck the mixture of the both of you off of him, reveling in the bitter salty taste. "Fuck I hate letting you go again..." he murmurs and you frown, too dazed and exhausted to say anything. The last thing you remember is him cooing at you, laying you down with him as you drift off to sleep.

Waking in the morning, everything seems like a dream. Minus the soreness between your legs. It seemed that he'd bathed you with something while you slept, as you were clean and reclothed. You rub at the nape of your neck, realizing that your whole body was aching.

Worth it, you think, taking in the form of the big man as he comes to tell you he's ready to go meet the villagers.

Finally setting out on the very short trip back to town (grumbling under your breath about the lack of actual adventure), you turn to Mingi on the outskirts.

"It's probably best if I go speak with them first to explain, then we can go from there. How does that sound?" you ask, looking up at the large man. He just smiles at you brightly with his cute dimples, giving you a nod.

Sighing, you turn to go talk to the villager who gave you the quest in the tavern. The switch from the animalistic beast last night to the adorable innocence and happy puppy dog personality has you rubbing your head. Who the fuck wrote this 'adventure'? you think, grumpily. Minus the sex, it was horribly boring.

Walking into the town, you notice the villagers gathered to greet you. A few are wringing their hands, worry on their faces that turns to relief as they see you approach them.

"We thought ye'd done got ate up!" one of them calls and the rest murmur their agreement. The tavern keeper pushes through and you look down at him. Clearing your throat, you address him and everyone around.

"I did meet the ... creature you all sent me to handle. He is indeed very large." Mutters of agreement and gasps escape the crowd. "How did ye survive?!" they ask and you put up your hands.

"This so called 'beast' is just a tall human man who was just too afraid to come to your village to speak with you all. He thought he would be fine where he was, but I explained to him the issues it was causing." you explain.

"How do you know he tells the truth!?" a voice calls out, echoed by others nearby. Sighing, you smile and gesture to yourself. "I spent an evening with him, and we shared a meal. I am in one piece and was not ravaged by him." you say, doing your best to hold back the snicker that threatened to escape you at that particular comment.

"Tis true, she do be livin." they all whisper amongst themselves. "Listen....I have spoken with him and he has expressed his desire to speak with all of you on his own, and explain himself. Perhaps you all could reach an agreement for him to live there and he could help you all around the village?" You're met with some shocked looks from some of the more wary people, but others are pondering the idea.

The tavern keeper walks forward and eyes you up and down. "Does ye trust this beas- this human?" he asks, squinting at you. "As much as I can trust someone I only met for one night, yes. He seems genuine and I believe he's not here to cause any harm. He's quite shy." You say, motioning to the outskirts of town where he waited.

"I've brought him here to speak with you all, if you'll allow it. But he's agreed to leave if you are uncomfortable with it." you explain before they can all freak out.

"I mean...he came all this way..." someone says, then others are nodding, while others are reluctantly kicking the ground expressing their doubts. "I'll go meet him!" a small woman says, coming forward.

"Momma!" the tavern keep says, pulling on the older woman's arm but she shoos him away. "Big fraidy, you all are. He wants to help, I say we talk to him." "Thank you," you smile at the woman and she just gestures you on to go meet him.

"His name is Mingi," you tell her as you both approach. You definitely don't fail to notice the entourage following behind as you both go to greet him.

As Mingi watches you approach, he ducks his head a bit, holding onto the little bucket hat he'd brought with him. "So ye be the so called "beast", Mingi?" the woman says, walking right up to him. She stood about as tall as his hip.

He looks down at her shyly, and nods briefly. "I'm sorry for causing any issues." he says quietly and she just throws back her head and lets out a loud guffaw.

Smacking him on his rearend, she grabs his hand and drags him with her to meet the others. "No need for 'pologies her, mister Mingi! My you're a big boy, I bet we 'ave lots o work for the likes of ye...." you laugh as he looks back at you, shocked as he's forced into the crowd of little people.

Once the greeting was over, and Mingi seemed like he was finally warming up to all of them, the tavern keep comes to speak with you.

"Well, it wasn't what I sent ye for but you done did deal with the issue. Looks like we got ourselves a new townsfolk. Thanks to ye." he nods. "That bed and meal are still yers for the takin'." he says, patting your arm as he walks away.

"Seriously?" you sigh out. "This easy mode shit is what I get for my adventure?" you kick at the dirt path, but then let your gaze wander over the gorgeous man you'd spent the night with.

Well...you'll take it, you think. Suddenly the quest screen pops up and you clap.

Objective- Deal with the beast to bring peace back to the villagers-Quest Complete!

"Yay! Quest complete!" you cry, drawing Mingi's attention as you reach out to let the key fall into your hand.

Momentarily before things go black, you hear, "NO! DAMN YOU HWA AND YOUR STUPID GAME TUTORIAL BOOK-"

You open your eyes to the familiar dim light and the rows of books. What a weird story for adventure, you think. You turn around to the sound of a cat yowling softly, slowly slinking away with it's odd, sad noises.

This place was so strange.

You open your small box and notice there are six slots. Sliding the key into one of them, you shut it and look around.

Smiling as you think upon your 'adventure', you touch the mark on the back of your neck, oddly the only part of you still sore before you make your way onwards.

[axolistic]

Wings of Fire thingy

I loved doing this, it was really fun. I couldn’t fit everyone I wanted to, I may do this again with more dragons, I just thing the book series is pretty neat. Some notes about the designs and the characters in general:

DARKSTALKER: I hate him, but I think he is quite interesting, I want him to die in very horrible ways, and to study him under a microscope. Regarding his design, I tried to make him green because of Foeslayer, and also wanted to nod to Arctic with the diamond shaped scales, instead of the teardrop ones. Also i gave him huge pupils, to make him more creepy i guess.

GLORY: I just think she’s neat, I didn’t change much about her design, since its pretty recognizable and cool. Her book is my favorite one out of the first arc ones, I really like when she first entered the rainforest, she’s just badass overall. Glory honestly slayed the whole book and I kinda hate how Tui gave her a love interest, i just feel like it wasn’t necessary and it just annoyed me lol.

PERIL: I honestly kinda hated her at first, but she’s one of my favorites now. Her story is very interesting and I think that her whole character growth journey is very endearing. Her design was always pretty cool, But i added some more light blue accents because i think they just bring the design together better.

ANEMONE: She is just neat to me, and i really like her design, mostly because of her colors. I always imagined her with glasses for some reason, I didn’t add them because I don’t know how to draw them lol. Something I didn’t like about her character, was that the only reason she had animus powers was because of Turtle, i really hated that.

SNOWFLAKE: I just related to her, like quite a whole lot. I would like to see more of her, I feel like they could do more with her character. I gotta be honest, i hate drawing icewings, they all just look the same to me.

SNOWFALL: I really liked her book, probably my favorite out of arc 3, I really liked her story and personality, her interactions with Lynx were also very entertaining, her warm tones are based on the cover of her book, i know its just the lightning but i felt like it was something worth nodding to.

FREEDOM: She was a very entertaining antagonist and the only reason i like Luna’s book to be honest…. She’s pretty tragic and I find her interactions and whole dynamic with Cottonmouth really funny. I felt inclined to give her antennae like the silkwings but ultimately decided against it. Her personality reminds me of myself and we have same vibe.

PYRITE / HAILSTORM: They are just… tragic, And I crave for more of her story, its just left unfinished (at least that what it feels like to me) I just need to know what happened to her after the whole duel with Winter, I need to know what happened, Its just- DCBUDHCJSKSMLX.