#and he’s like. senses the intrusion with dragon magic

[narianders-gt-hell]

Back to posting art once a week let’s freaking go

[sideysvault]

𓍼ོ Ad Astra Per Aspera 𓍼ོ (PT. 2)

Southeastern misfortune

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

wc: 2,114k

Tags: [sfw] Arranged marriage, slow burn, angst, mentions of dead, mature themes, enemies to lovers, hurt, comfort

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Without much thought of ruining her night gown, she began to try to take a hold of herself, sitting down on the unmarked path of the garden, slightly rocking herself back and forward, as slyly as she could, as to not start rumors. She tried to keep her mind focused on the soothing sound the crickets made, and let her thoughts waver with the cold wind. 

“Are you alright?” There it was. That sweet voice. 

Even if she startled the Princess, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought of being seen in such a precarious condition by her, she was still glad to have company. Quickly standing up, in a makeshift bow she muttered “My queen! My apologies”.

“It is fine. You must call me Helaena” As soon as the princess opened her mouth to protest the lack of formality, she continued “I have to admit, my title hasn’t brought me much joy, and, i much prefer being treated fairly, by my birth name”.

She hummed in response. Being married to a man like Aegon, a man that she knew as a boy, who she must have felt purely fraternal love towards, having to deal with the court and the angst of the upcoming war; No wonder she had no desire to be Queen anymore. 

Heleana signals to a grasshopper that was strolling through the miniature world that is the soil in the garden. She smiles at it, and grabs it tenderly, to place it at the palm of her hand. The little animal, seemingly unaffected by the intrusion, continued his parade around the Queen’s arms. 

“Is my brother not treating you kindly? Aegon can be difficult too, especially when he is drunk”. 

A smile appears on both the woman’s faces. The amount of honesty was not expected, but it was comforting to laugh about one’s tragedies. 

“No, no. The Prince is-” She fidgeted with the sleeves on her gown “Well, I-“ she sighed in exasperation with her inability to open up to the kind Queen“ I do not really know how to explain his offense” Accepting her emotional deceit, the Princess tried to change the subject “Are you having a tough night, as well?”

That question seemed to take the Queen far away from the garden. After the silence had settled in between the two woman, the sweet voice illuminated the echoes of the garden yet again “Mm” Heleana got closer to ther “You see, dreams are the whispers that guide my steps” 

The Queen always spoke in a trance-like state, her mind seemed to live inside the oneiric, pulling her further and further away from the world surrounding her. But she was kind. Her eyes shined with a sincere caring that was hard to fake. Maybe they could become friends. After all, she had come to rescue her from her own mind, speaking earnestly, without hesitation or defensiveness. 

Seeing Heleana’s kind eyes turn watery with desperation and a sense of shared complicity, a wave of guilt swallows her body whole. She did not understand what she was trying to say, and she wasn’t sure what to make of it or if she was to believe its veracity. 

She decided not to hide her confusion, only her instinctive disbelief. Magic and prophets were just tales to keep everyone compliant.

“Pardon me, Heleana, but, what does it mean?” The Queen seemed to feel anxious all of a sudden, and she firmly grabbed the Princess’s hands, got closer to her, and whispered a terrible sentence to her confused ears. 

“I am afraid. Not the dragons, the rats”.

It sounded unlikely, and it took you by surprise. She clearly seemed to think she was making an urgent confession, so you tried to be kind, despite your skepticism. There it was again, Targaryen’s queer costumes and the southeastern legends.

She took her hands off yours; The warmth of her touch disappeared as soon as it came. The Princess’s face must have given it away. Heleana quickly composed herself and softly uttered “You don’t believe me either” she had said matter-of-factly, disappointed and frustrated, yes. But mostly just with sadness coloring her voice. 

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After the dreadful encounter, It only took about two weeks for the heir to be murdered. It had been done, after all, by the rat men. The culprit was rumored to be not the Usurper, but her loose cannon of a husband. Either way, it did not really make any difference; A child had been butchered like cattle. The only male heir, yes. But also Heleana’s baby boy. The King had turned mad with rage and grief, and Heleana’s psyche and heart seemed to never be able to recover. 

Upon the news of the tragic death, Prince Aemond was taken aback, but kept a serious temple and measured concern. She felt horrified to see his initial cold reaction, and she felt afraid of his familial detachment, and his growing ambition. Upon receiving the details of the horrific news, the Princess had to kneel and puke her sorrows out of her body. It had been a primal reaction, with a sudden feeling of nausea. She thought of the white-haired boy, as pale as snow, as happy as one can be. He was robbed of his future, of the love he could’ve received from his father, his sister and his kind mother, who may just have been able to raise him to be different from the King. But, egotistically, she primarily thought of Heleana’s desperate eyes, pleading for someone to listen to her premonitions, begging for help. The Princess had ignored her Queen’s distress, with a crime worse than treason, but that of treating a fellow woman as hysterical and mentally challenged. Guilt overshadowed any other thought on her mind. 

The first night after the news was known, she thanked the Gods for showing proof of the Prince’s humanity. At the marital bed, when the sheets were already warmed by their bodies, and the echoes of the mumbling night could be heard, another noise could be made out from the chambers. Her husband, the chaste man, the disinterested man, found the warmth in his heart to shed tears for his sibling’s son. She felt such a great relief, that she quietly got closer to him, and wrapped his arms against his waist. The prince, who was not facing her, could feel the warmth of his wife’s tears staining his back with a shared sorrow. He slowly grabbed the hands that were firmly grounding him, and, in a weak moment, he caved in to his human desires and caressed her hands with his thumb. 

The Princess did not sleep that night. When the tears stopped their flow, and her husband had finally fallen asleep, the spell was broken. Uncomfortable with this position of vulnerability and touch, she immediately tried to escape his tender grip. Now, alone with her thoughts again, she could accept that her inability to comprehend that there were things beyond her understanding of the world, her pride and brute vanity had contributed to the beheading of a little boy. 

Feeling like a young child again; Turning and moving around the bed at night, she tried to understand what could be an empiric, logical reason that had made Heleana predict with chilling accuracy the events that would take place. The woman’s entire cosmovision and knowledge of life was shaken, and in the depths of night, she found herself suddenly scared of the ghostly profile that the chandelier projected onto the walls, she felt anxiety about the noises that echoed from the main hall, and mainly, she understood with horror that she could not come up for any reason that did not involve the ancient beliefs. 

In the upcoming weeks, besides the political unrest, came the personal tragedies. The Prince, back to his normal self, had told his wife that the daughter of Heleana, not only haunted by her brother’s brutal attack, had been suffering recurring night terrors, worrying that she would be the next to be taken away. 

The Princess’s heart broke for the little girl, and for her mother, who must’ve felt like another nail was being hit onto her skin with her daughter’s complicated grief. 

So she took it upon herself to make their nights as easy as possible. Each day, she would invent a story to write down for Heleana to read to her daughter before bed, she would conjure tales of love and divine peace, tales of struggle that always ended with a nice resolution. The Queen, knowing that Princess’s kindness was motivated by her own guilt, decided to finally have a talk with her, in private. 

As soon as Heleana called for her, the Princess promptly left her room, eager to get the difficult conversation started as soon as possible. With the rush she had felt she did not have much time to cover or hide her writings, which were not yet ready for the Queen to receive. Prince Aemond could not help himself, and as soon as she left, he walked towards the desk and found with a small smile in his lips that his wife had been writing children’s tales for his sister and niece. With fear of ruining the wet ink, he traced the mess his wife had for calligraphy. Without touching, his fingertips lingered over the comforting words, imagining what it would feel like to touch the magical world she had created to comfort his family.  

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When she entered the room, despite all the consuming guilt and shame she felt, all that her eyes could really focus on was Heleana. She was standing near the edge of the window, exposing her back towards the door of the chamber, not admiring the landscape, but feeling the cold breeze hit her face with tenderness. She looked like a divine apparition, with her pristine white hair that attracted light from the room and multiplied it with its color, with her usual trance state and the beautiful embroidery on her dress. The Princess did not know how to announce her arrival, so she awkwardly waited for the Queen to notice her. After some time, Heleana murmured something without turning to face her guest. 

“They are helping.” She took a small breath before continuing, “The stories, I mean.”

The Princess’s heart broke once more for the girl who remained kind above all else, the girl who war could not completely taint, even after forcing her to experience the torturous pain of loss. 

“Heleana, I’m deeply sorry, I-“ without being able to find the proper words, or knowing how to continue, she kneels before her, bowing to her not as the Queen, but as a wise friend who should have been listened to. The Princess looks up to her from the depths of the floor and says “I truly am sorry, I should have listened”. 

Upon hearing those words, the white on Heleana’s eyes seemed to pulsate and expand on their own, clearly being attacked with flashes of the tragic night. When she finally closed them, she dropped to her knees as well, crying, and thanking the floor which provided a wonderfully solid base. It was comforting to know that she had fallen and could fall no further. The Queen said nothing, but took the Princess’s hands. Now, laying together on their knees, with their fingers intertwined and their heads against each other, that was the moment they truly became friends. The pair remained in that position for a while, before the Princess broke the sacred silence with an earnest desire to express what had been on her mind “You have a gift, Heleana. A gift that defies my common mind and my prejudge against the realm of the unknown. I truly am sorry. No one should doubt the words that your prophecies tell. Jaehaerys was a wonderful child, nothing could mend what has been done to him”. 

“I do feel sad about Jaehaerys. But I ought not to, I think. Babes die all the time. The people at that horrid procession, they way they looked at me-”

Helaena dropped her hands, and started to avoid eye contact with the Princess. She focused instead on the pattern the dents in the walls of the chamber.

“You are allowed to grieve. Not as a high-born lady, but as a mother”. 

The Queen never really met the other woman's eyes again, but a soft, almost imperceptible smile flashed through her face. They sat on the cold, solid floor for what felt like hours, not speaking again, but accompanying one another until dawn, when the time came for the Princess to finish the story and for the Queen to read it to her daughter.

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Notes: I finally got time to write part two! This series has given me my motivation back, and has helped me through tough times. Little people have read it, but to all of those who are re-blogging the work, I sincerely appreciate you and your kindness! It makes me smile -Sidey xxo

pd. My timeline is all messed up so ignore that too x

[animeyanderelover]

Hi can I please request hcs for yandere poly natsu and Lucy sharing a darling please (female reader if possible💗)

if you want to give her magic maybe magic that’s similar to star dress (made up magic called star script where reader writes the zodiac sign in thin air and reader outfits changes to suit that zodiac sign example : Draco reader gains a dragon appearance from wings to scales while Aquarius could give her water magic to having fins like a mermaid)

hope that makes sense lol , if it’s to confusing you can just give celestial magic I don’t mind 💗

Tw: Yandere themes, obsession, possessive behavior, delusional behavior, clinginess, touchiness, stalking, jealousy

Sharing a s/o

🔥🗝️Natsu and Lucy are as good as you can get when it comes to a poly relationship in Fairy Tail because not only have they a really strong bond and are willing to share with each other without any huge arguments following but they also see perfectly eye to eye with each other which means that there’s no one being superior to the other nor is one intimidated or scared of the other one. They both share some common traits such as their obsessive tendencies and their clinginess and no one of them is very possessive. If I had to choose one, I’d say Natsu has more potential to be possessive but such a side doesn’t really emerge, especially not since Lucy is the one he is sharing with. Lucy is definitely the one who is chiding Natsu more often though because whilst both of them are certainly on the delusional side, Lucy is still the one who has the better grasp of a thing called common sense. She doesn’t want Natsu to stalk you, especially not via Happy, and there’s Natsu’s daily behavior of just inviting himself over inside your house without knocking. Especially if you’re currently dressing up or taking a bath can Lucy utterly sympathize.

🔥🗝️Both of them can spend a vast amount of time together with you without growing tired of each other nor more possessive over you. Both are quite outgoing and extroverted, especially Natsu, so there’s always something entertaining happening. Obviously a lot of time is spend in their guild with all their other friends and it is probably around his rivals like Gray or Gajeel that Natsu is the tiniest bit more prone to acting a bit more possessive around you. Lucy is quite quick to put him back to his senses though as she always reminds him that he better not make you uncomfortable or drag you into something just because of his reckless and rowdy behavior that he often shows to others. She knows that Natsu would never actually get you into danger because he loves you too much but he is just acting like a little child when he is around certain people who he just constantly argues with as presumably one way to show his friendship. If Natsu still ends up quarreling with people in his guild in their typical fashion, he sees it through that Lucy makes sure you don’t get involved. Not like he has to tell her that for her to do it.

🔥🗝️Private time with you still happens and in that case the time with Lucy is much more relaxing. She’s just taking a bath with you, dresses up in comfy pajamas with you and is having a girls evening with you. There are occasional times where she catches Natsu and Happy trying to sneak in her house because the poor boy hates being excluded but usually one short conversation is enough for Lucy to express her slightly annoyed emotions due to Natsu’s attempted intrusion before the pink-haired man turns back with the biggest pout on his face. He respects Lucy’s wish though because she always asks him beforehand when she plans to spend an evening alone with you and since he knows that she will allow it him just as much when he’s the one asking her, he has never declined. He’ll just have to endure it until the next day. Then he really is at the doorsteps as early as possible or by chance already inside the house and in a very clingy mood because he didn’t see you for hours. Natsu’s private time with you consists mostly of being outside with you whilst exploring or showing you something, eating or sleeping.

🔥🗝️Both of them are huge on public affection and neither is shy of showing it. It’s constant handholding, cuddles, hugs, kisses or piggybacks. Lucy likes wearing matching bracelets, necklaces and clothes too and she definitely has a lot of that stuff whilst Natsu is mainly focused on the physical affection and he is a bit more extreme with it than Lucy is. He loves piggybacks and tends to get quite excited when he senses that you like it too which has led him a couple of times to sprinting through the streets with Lucy desperately dashing after the two of you to catch up. Considering the fact that he has a sensitive nose due to being a Dragon Slayer, scenting is also a thing. He just enjoys smelling himself on you and considering how often he just can’t resist squashing you in between his arms in a hug, you smell a lot of him. It’s due to his enhanced smelling that he is quick to question you though as soon as you reek overly of something that isn’t his nor Lucy’s smell. On the positive side though, as long as he is there you don’t have to fear getting lost.

🔥🗝️The poor man is even powering through his motion sickness when you want to travel somewhere via train or ship. He’s always sitting there looking miserable though, his face changing from pale to green and back to pale whilst slumping down next to you. He can’t deny that he hasn’t used his sick position whilst on a moving vehicle to get you to coddle him a tad bit more. Lucy is either scolding him for it or she decides to let him have it since she understands that he’s making a small sacrifice to make you happy. If he looks like he’s about to throw up though, she will swiftly separate you two. Both aren’t insanely jealous but if one of more prone to it though, it’s definitely Natsu. He isn’t too afraid to pick a little brawl with someone if they provoke him enough so it’s up to Lucy and you to prevent him from doing so. Overall both are never a serious danger to anyone unless someone has bad intentions in which case both will become very defensive and will use their magic to attack if the situation escalates.

🔥🗝️If their s/o really has Star Script Magic, I feel like Lucy and her will be very engaged in talking about it since it is so similar to Lucy’s Star Dress abilities and even see if they are able to help each other to improve their abilities. Natsu is feeling a little bit left out whenever both of you talk about it since he has Fire Magic and can’t provide anything more useful than Lucy can but for the sake of being part of the conversation, he’s trying to butt in anyways. The pink-haired man is still your biggest hype-man though whenever you use your Star Script Magic and he’s bragging about it to everybody. As soon as someone says something bad about it or you in general though, he’s all ready to throw hands. Lucy and you are most likely training a lot together since both of your abilities are so similar and I can see the zodiac signs even giving you tips on your individual forms and how to improve them. Your relationship with the zodiac signs is definitely a good one too because Lucy sees them as her friends so she has already introduced you to each one of them a long time ago.

[raemaryllis]

Number 27!

Five Times Calyan Fell Alseep on His Family and One Time He…

4. Eruhaben

Calyan took a moment to breathe in the almost frigid night air. Who knew late winter could be so cold? He’d gotten too used to the small bit of insulation in the cave where the Super Rock Villa resides, and almost forgotten that there was still snow on the ground and below freezing temperatures on the surface.

That and the Henituse territory has always gotten pretty cold in the winter.

It’s been awhile since he’d stayed at his “first” house. Lately, he’s taken to staying in the Villa or the black castle. And while the castle is definitely above ground, Lord Sherrit has a particular way of regulating temperature so that the cold air of the Forest of Darkness stays mostly outside.

Well, maybe it’s his fault for coming out to the balcony so late at night. Watching as his breath creates little white puffs of stream in the night air, he can’t help but think of the beings currently occupying his bedroom.

The children are sprawled across his large bed, tangled in the plush comforter with a mountain of pillows to cuddle (along with each other); his brother, Cale, at some point during Calyan’s nap, had fallen asleep on the sofa, and Choi Han, as always, had stayed near the door, ready to fend off any potential intruders. Even Alberu, who had been occupied with the aftermath of the last battle of Puzzle City, now sleeps in Calyan’s own room, slouched over a pile of paperwork at a desk he’d gotten from who knows where. He’d also seen traces of magic device blueprints and some ashes on a table in Raon’s experiment corner, no doubt Eruhaben and Rosalyn are around here somewhere; most likely off in their own guest quarters.

His family is here with him. Both the Henituse’s and his new family members are all within arms reach, not going anywhere.

They are safe, but he is not satisfied.

He really is so selfish.

Why now, of all times, does he suddenly feel like something is very wrong? After the years he and everyone else spent to attain this victory, why now does nothing feel right?

He’s spent the last twenty years as Calyan Henituse, a young master of the prosperous Henituse Duchy, but right now, he feels nothing but disdain for his identity. He feels like he doesn’t belong here. He thought he’d long since accepted this new person he’d become, but recently, he can’t even look in the mirror without feeling an overwhelming sense of disgust. What a time to develop imposter syndrome.

What is wrong with him?

“Child? What are you doing out here at this hour?”

Eek! He almost gasped out loud.

He hadn’t heard the doors open, though he made sure to close them softly as he came outside in order to not let in any of the cold air. Of course, the ancient dragon could have teleported out here, but how did he know that Calyan was on the balcony in the first place? And why was Eruhaben still up?

“I didn’t expect you to still be up, Eruhaben-nim.” He spoke softly, still mindful of the sensitive hearing of those inside.

The dragon sighed, “Unlucky human, I asked you why you were up so late. Weren’t you the one who claimed that you would do nothing but roll around on your bed for the foreseeable future?”

Eruhaben walked over to the railing, placing one hand on the cooled marble that made up the entire balcony. Calyan couldn’t say anything to that. He had told them something of the sort, and he’d planned to do just that, but he didn’t foresee this anxious feeling and the intrusive thoughts that came with it. So he just said whatever sounded good enough to placate the ancient dragon.

“I just couldn’t fall asleep.” He looked out over the Henituse castle. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he just left out the fact of why he couldn’t fall back asleep. “It’s fine though. I’ve slept pretty much the entire day, I can last a few hours without.” Well, that and, thanks to The Vitality of the Heart, he didn’t exactly need that much sleep to feel energized.

Eruhaben observed him, not entirely satisfied with that answer, but he must have decided it wasn’t an issue since he didn’t pry. What a relief. Calyan wasn’t sure how to even begin explaining how he was feeling, let alone why. The mental strain of trying to come to terms with who he had been for seventeen years and then thirty-six, before finally figuring it out at twenty; and then having an identity crisis at almost twenty-one would be a bit too much to process, even for a great and mighty dragon.

So yeah, he decided to stick with ‘can’t sleep’ as his go to excuse.

The elder looked out at the rest of the castle as well, not saying anything. Although Calyan had come out here to avoid everyone, the ancient dragon’s presence brought a strange sort of calmness to him. Huh, maybe living for over a thousand years does that to someone? Then again, a dragon’s presence; what should be intimidating to him, usually doesn’t affect him thanks to the Dominating Aura, so maybe he’s not the best judge of what should or shouldn’t be comforting. But that’s something he’ll think about much later. For now, all he does is stand next to the dragon as they watch the knights patrol along the castle walls.

Minutes pass gradually, and his eyes start to become heavy. Amidst the voices of his ancient powers, who had been silent until now, urging him to rest, he listens to the wind blowing softly through the trees. It’s nice, to just exist in the moment. How long has it been since he just existed outside of the never ending battles and his records constantly tethering him to the past? He doesn’t care to recall.

He stays out there for a few minutes longer, savoring the last bits of peace he would have before his thoughts threatened to consume him when he eventually has to go back inside. Just a few more minutes.

Eventually, he doesn’t know when, but Eruhaben had guided them both to sit on a nearby bench at some point. That’s fine. He doesn’t know how long he could continue standing like that. And this way, he can lean on the ancient dragon for warmth. Surely, he won’t mind just this once? It is getting rather cold out here.

He lets his eyes close and imagines himself being able to sleep as much as he wants for the rest of his days alongside his family and friends. With more moments like these.

He wouldn’t even mind not sleeping if it meant that he would get to spend more time with them. That is what they all fought for, isn’t it?

He feels a shift under his head.

“Hah. Such an unlucky human.” He stirs as he hears an almost indistinguishable voice speak. “Let’s get you to bed. The children will throw a fit if you catch a cold from something like this. You’ve had enough air for tonight.” But it hasn’t been that long? Wait, how long were they sitting there? Had he fallen asleep? Groggily, he opens his eyes, gearing up to make the short yet long trek back to his bed.

But before he can, he suddenly finds himself in the young looking dragon’s arms. How he got there, he hasn’t a clue.

He stutters, not sure how to react at the sudden action. “E-Eruhaben-nim? I can walk -“

“Nonsense. You would have spent the rest of the night outside in the cold.” Sigh “Just go to sleep, child. You clearly need it.”

He can’t refute that. Despite the fact that he slept nearly the entire day, he feels as if he could fall asleep standing up at this point. So despite his pride screaming at him to be put down, his exhaustion wins and he allows his eyes to close, content to let the ancient dragon do all the work.

He hears one last sentence as he finally succumbs to sleep, warm and comfortable in his bed.

“My unlucky child, just rest. It is okay to lean on us.”

With a light brush of a hand upon his head, the ancient dragon leaves the room. Calyan sleeps and dreams of the present, where they are all happy and alive. At least for now, he casts aside the fear and restlessness plaguing him. It can wait. He has more than enough time to figure things out.

[amekonocternia]

Someone needs to get these guys therapy

I wanna ramble so here a cut

For as long as Yam can remember he's been on his own, hopping from place to place in the dragon valley only making money through rewards in sparring events, the only emotional outlit he had was through sparring and as a result he never learned healthy ways to cope with negative emotions. He always needs things to go exactly how he expects them to and when anything deviates even slightly it makes him agitated and on edge, he'll often try to take the fastest route to resolving that deviation as possible regardless of whether that solution is reckless or not. He also often has tunnel vision not being able to look at the full situation in those moments because all he can focus on is getting things back to how he expects them to be. He doesn't intend to come off as harsh or stubborn he just can't focus on anything other than the active task at hand or else he might slip up and that would be a change from what he needs to be doing.

Despite loosing the SJS and escaping the COD Choco struggles from hallusionations, intrusive thoughts, and struggling to identify what is and isn't real. He often has night terrors from everything thats happened to him and on occasion he'll wake up not fully processing that those nightmares weren't really happening, he has issues with insomnia and will often only rest for a hour or two at most early escaping. He's often scared that one day he's going to fall asleep and wake up back in that place and that none of whats happened is actually real, he knows that doesn't make sense but that doesn't make it feel any less real nontheless.

And Milk,,,, Augh Milk. Born in a dangerous enviorment where combat was crucial to learn at a very young age yet not taught due to a rare immunity to healing magic, small and weak and sick and unwanted by his own parents. Only seeing himself as a object since young, struggling to form a actual sense of self than the incident happened. Needing to help others in anything and everything, both selfless yet extremely selfish on a dangerous level, he would throw himself in harms way for somebody that hated him if it meant he could feel like he was doing something for somebody.

A savior complex yet believing himself to be so so below everyone else, if he could bleed for every tear wept by man he would plung that dagger in his heart without a seconds hesitation. He would suffer in manners unthinkable if someone asked him to, he would die for an few kind words. Fixated on having a purpose to live, he's a healer to heal those in a way he could never be healed, and a doctor to heal in ways healing magic couldn't, he's a defence to put his own body in the way of others and a friend to be someone elses company. He needs to be needed yet terrified of needing others, he has to solve everyone elses problems yet still solve his own alone, he can't show pain, sorrow, anger, fear, he has to smile so nobody will ask about him.

A cute little doll, he can do everything for everyone and need nothing in return, an item a object a tool. What else could you want from a person after all?

[officialgleamstar]

would anyone wanna hear my thoughts on how well suited grant would be for every single ranger subclass? yes? okay awesome because i already spent 20 minutes writing it all out on discord then realized i could post that on tumblr for attention

general notes: i am, lightly, in the camp that grant shouldn't be a ranger. i think fighter or rogue would have been just fine for a shooting build and would have made more sense, i really would have liked to see him as an artificer because that would be so cool, and i think just doing the critrole gunslinger handbook would have been the smartest move, even if it isnt quite made for snipers afaik. grant would have been a terrible gunslinger stats wise, assuming from what we've seen (he's mentioned as being the strongest kiddad in this episode which isn't optimized for gunslinger), but it still would have made more sense to me. also lark should have been a ranger. regardless! grant is the ranger, and rangers are one of my favorite classes in base d&d, so i am going to infodump now

Beast Master - Severely unlikely considering Grant isn't shown to have any animal companion. Also Linc would be furiously jealous. 0/10

Drakewarden - Also severely unlikely for the same reasons as above, but I think it would be really cool. Give Grant a dragon pleeease. Linc would still be furiously jealous though. 2/10

Fey Wanderer - Unlikely since it's more Wis/magic-focused than a traditional fighting ranger build. Grant is not a wisdom/charisma guy, he is a 'shoot people' guy. 0/10

Gloom Stalker - Not one of my top three, but one that I REALLY LIKE for Grant. The emphasis on ambushing and the idea of disappearing into the background fits snipers well, and I think the... edginess LOL just suits him. It would definitely set off his "I'm evil and terrible forever and nothing can change this" intrusive thoughts if he had magical blend-into-the-darkness powers. This is what I like to headcanon Lark as having generally, but I think if Grant is the ranger of the group, then it works for him really well. 7/10

Horizon Walker - This one is, if Lark was also a ranger, what I think Lark would be canonically. Once again, this means it also works for Grant. It's more likely to me than Gloom Stalker since Horizon Walker has a lot of focus on swapping planes, and that seems to be something that the kiddads put a LOT of focus on. It also deals heavy damage, which is fitting for Grant. I can see Anthony flavoring Distant Strike as a sniper shot purely based on the name then realizing his mistake later and pretending he was right anyways. (Additional note: This is what Taylor is, which I forgot until I googled it after writing this whole long post! Good job Freddie, I did not have faith in you to make that good of a decision (joke)) 8/10

Hunter - What is most likely because it is the most generic ranger. Anthony will never think about this as much as I do. It's also good for taking lots of damage, which doesn't make sense for a sniper but I think fits Grant's general vibe of being the toughest of the kiddads. 10/10

Monster Slayer - Just Hunter but without the flexibility. So once again, makes sense, and since it's suited for archery builds, that makes it even more fitting since it can even replace the Sharpshooter feat in some ways. 10/10

Swarmkeeper - Extremely unlikely but it would be so funny and also MADE FOR ME because this is my favorite ranger subclass. Come ooon Anthony, give my silly little guy a swarm of bees or something. 0/10

[wilsons-journey]

Nektarius Lore

After a little talk with a Friend yesterday, lemme share some Nekt Lore, I never shared here on Discord.

She is my self insert, but with her own lil Story in the Tyria Lore. (She is also the embodiment of my intrusive thoughts - my inner gremlin)

First some small Ideas I had so far:

She belongs to the Ash-Legion. Her good observing skills made her a good informant.

She had a Warband, but never really connected with them - due to her often choose to be alone. Too many people exhausted her.

One of her first good friends among Charr was prob. Rolan (Belongs to @/BrightWingedBat), sharing some chaotic energy like her

Later she joins the Order of Whispers and get to know my Champion Vale

She probably ends up as one "background solider" during all the Commander Business

She definitely had some run ins with Valefor (I have no Idea how this girl survived.)

Talking of survivability, its her secret talent. She survived several accidents - on accident. With more luck than sense.

she is actually deeply afraid of death

While Vale resisted Jormags Words, Nektarius fell for it. Thinking they could find another way to save Tyria, without killing the Dragons. She felt very sorry for Kralks death - developed a big pity for the elder dragons. They just wanted to live, like everyone else wants

She becomes branded by Jormag, but due to her chaotic nature he soon grew annoyed of her. Sending her on a mission in hope she never comes back. And when she did, Jormag was long killed by the Commander / Champion.

With a little help of Aurene, she got healed from Jormags influence and kept some of the icy magic.

Some random lil facts:

SAB addict and a Scatterbrain

she has a very sensible nose - and sometimes sneezes a lot (dad sneeze a-TSCHOOO)

loves to play pranks or gamble

She is fascinated by Asura technology, and develops some knowledge about that. Also trying to build some stuff with Asura tech (with less success - wont stop her from trying) At least she managed to build a "Hunger Games"-like Simulator

She is a kleptomaniac. She sees shiny, its her shiny now!

Very curious, but also quite wary of people. She often stays away. If she interacts with people its often very chaotic. And she often feels guilty about it.

She has no problem to flirt and smooch every handsome boy / girl - but she has no interest in more. But she would never resist a hug.

When I can choose one NPC to be a canon good Friend to one of my Cats, outside the normal Commander Story - it would be Canach for Nektarius.

I feel they would get along very well. And she would definitly love his Casino - she loves gambling. But we never - EVER - talk about her debt there.

Due to her friendship to Canach, she don't have to pay back, but it won't stop him from brining it up from time to time like.

Canach: So about your debt. Nekt: You don't want me to pay it back, right? :slight panic: Canach: :) Nekt: Right?! :big panic:

He likes to make fun of it and send her on edge.

She is a recurring visitor there. Not always to gamble, but because she has no home to go to. She is homeless, since the incident with Jormag.

But what does she do outside of everything else?

She is still a skilled informant and spy. I see her to bring it to use as Mercenary. She is not a powerful fighter - she knows how to protect herself - the magic she inherited from her branded time helps, too - but she will mostly offer getting information or stuff like artefacts, treasures or just to deliver some important letters. Occasionally smuggles goods.

And when she is not on duty, she definitively drags Rolan into some shenanigans, where HE has to drag them out again. (Like annoying a certain murder Cat with a grumpy face,... )

[kirsdoesstuff]

Ive always like the idea of a khajit being brought into twst, bc i started skyrim when i was 16, so i imagined my cat girl to be my age so by the time i finished the game i was 20 and fully dragonborn'd up so liek.. what if a 20 yr khajit (or any race from skyrim) gets isekaid to twst? I imagine its be fun to figure out why she can do magick from skyrim, but not magic from twst

Blog type : What if a Khajit/Dovakin went through the mirror? {Brain dump}

That is honestly a great question, as someone who also had a Khajit cuz 10 year old me was like ooh kitty (I named her Zara). Granted I haven’t played in so long, but I’ll try to bring up what I remember. Watched so many modded play throughs.

Granted I apologize this might not be exactly what you were hoping for in this ask. I just hope this at least makes sense as I go through the main aspects. My brain first went into this like “How would it be?”.

I’ll use neutral ways to refer to our lovely kitty Dovakin.

Magic, shouts and the Dovakin aspects are general.

I feel like everyone would be so confused as to what magic they have. Plenty of people have already wrote up headcanons on magical girls or other stuff from other worlds but I haven’t seen this yet.

Khajit specifically, since beastmen are not that fur or feather covered they would obviously look at one quite curiously. There’s quite a few variants of them across games/regions. Depending on how certain people feel they could be territorial. Khajit are usually able to adapt to any region they go to, though TWST is set much farther in time so depending on how many ruins they’ve experienced and they might understand a bit of it. Phones would still be very confusing and social media.

I still imagine most close to them would have intrusive thoughts about how the fur feels. They could accidentally scratch someone if they’re taken by surprise. Everyone would need to keep a roller nearby since the fur can get everywhere.

Them asking where the nearest tavern is for some ale or wine would be great. Leona might help if they’re close enough to see who can last the longest drinking.

The magic in Skyrim is based on purely mana and there’s no waste like blot. Shouts is a whole different story too. Though there is plenty of similar basic spells that would be “normal”, but making a sword out of thin air from mana? Is that your unique magic? No? What do you mean?

There’s so many spells that would leave people gawking, and artifacts too. The staff of the god of chaos, that would be hilarious until you turn someone into a sweet roll accidentally. Imagine they’re the leader of the mages too in Skyrim, and correcting methods of magic in the world of TWST.

Shouts deserve their own paragraph. Like slow time is so op, and the Dovakin would immediately be made one of the strongest wizards. Shouts would make Overblot incidents over so quickly. Disarm is obvious, Become Ethereal is op, Bend Will op, Call of Valor literally summons the heroes across space and time for aid, and would Dragonrend work on Malleus? They’d be way too powerful for the world of TWST in short.

Call dragon would be interesting, but if that doesn’t work due to being in another world there is Summon Durnehviir could work since it crosses a dimension already from the Dawnguard dlc.

The Dovakin aspect is also something to consider since there’s Malleus a dragon fae. Would he sense it? Would Leona hate the smell of lizard you have? There’s a little bit to think about, but all quite interesting.

If it was ever brought up they bare dragon blood in their veins and know many dragons but have also killed many in the war that went beyond the living realm. Imagine the silence and jaw dropping from many staff and students. The strength to kill multiple dragons and maybe taking on two at once (unfortunately did in a city, I was confused by how many roars I heard).

The odd skills would be so useful though, lock picking, the strength to haul all those sweet rolls (does everything disappear into their inventory?), unfazed by undead, ambidextrous dual wielding, potions is alchemy, silent walking gets you tea and not even Khajit hear you. Lots of odd things to think about regarding it.

[knightshadeacademy]

Welcome to Knightshade Academy! There are several names under consideration for the rest of the title, such as Knightshade Academy for the Magically Gifted, Knightshade Academy of Magic and Might, Knightshade Academy of Magick, and Knightshade Academy of the Supernaturally gifted.

Knightshade Academy has gone through many reiterations over the past couple weeks since coming up with the idea. I didn't want to make an exact copy of Hogwarts, and wanted to make it unique. My aesthetic inspiration is a mix of World of Warcraft, Harry Potter, Kingdoms of Amalur, Dungeons and Dragons, Tim Burton imagery, and the macabre of The Addams Family. While the castle was always raised high, I've also had the idea of making it a kingdom floating in mid-air, well out of reach of human intrusion. There's also the idea that due to threats, the school raises up in the first book.

I want a huge sense of adventure in my stories. I'm a huge fan of RPGs, both video games and table top. I love the colorful whimsy and glowing darkness of Japanese and certain western RPGs. Instead of having a purely wizarding school, I wanted to make a school that trains all races in magic and might, including clubs like the Adventurer Guild that would prepare students to do their part to rid darkness from the world. As far as curriculum, I wanted to include physical classes such as combat and survivalism, as well as both general and specialized magical classes such as blood magic, elemental magic, nature magic, etc. This will lend itself to creating the world's best mages, adventurers, rulers, government officials, soldiers, artisans, and young professionals.

The first detail that I'm really ironing out is how to access the world that houses Knightshade Academy. I've taken some inspiration from one of my favorite game series, Ni No Kuni. The idea is that along with the normal human world, there is another parallel world where the supernatural creatures exist, and there are portals/magic gates located in the vicinity of each of the 7 wonders of the world. Once upon a time, both world existed in harmony, and you could move freely between both, but in the first book, an uprising of a dark race threatens both worlds creates tension between them that makes it very dangerous and almost impossible.

Our main character's name is Atticus Slade. While I'm still working out his backstory and how he fits into the world, but I know that his personality will be deadpan and sarcastic. Though he has a strong sense of loyalty and empathy for his friends, others sometimes find him to be intimidating because of his sharp looks, his venomous wit, and his sassy sarcasm. As far as his history, I think I'd like him to originally be from the human world, his mother a human and his father a mage (or some other race, depending on what I decide in the future). There will definitely be a friend group, but those characters haven't been decided.

There are many titles in the works, each with different kinds of stories. The First is The Midnight Masquerade, dealing with a cult of vampires unhappy with the merging of humans and supernatural beings in their world, and plan an uprising. The specifics haven't been totally worked out yet, but that's in progress. There are many titles being tested, so if you have any opinions or want to give your favorites, feel free!

[moviemunchies]

With Dungeons & Dragons becoming more mainstream in the last few years, through things like Critical Role and that one episode of Community, it was only a matter of time before they tried to make a mainstream movie adaptation. And so we got this: Honor Among Thieves.

Good times.

Our story’s main characters are Edgin and Holga, a bard and barbarian warrior trapped in jail after their last attempted burglary went wrong and the rest of their crew escaped. When they escape, they find out their former companion Forge set them up to be captured, became lord of Neverwinter, and turned Edgin’s daughter against him. Oh no! So they get a crew together to steal all of Forge’s shiny new treasure and get Edgin’s daughter back.

So it’s a heist movie! Except in a fantasy setting. Which is quite fitting for a DnD film, because so many of those quests are team efforts for treasure or to stop a villain. I don’t know precisely how well this film maps onto the expectations of what a DnD sessions tend to go, but I imagine they’re often unpredictable (for the players) and fun adventures, much as this story turns out to be.

What I enjoy about this story is how out there it is? It embraces the fantastical. There are plenty of nonhumans who are just there in the population (often with practical effects!) without anyone questioning it or sitting and explaining it to you. You don’t have the rules of magic explained, but they’re alluded to and they clearly exist. Any asides of “Hey, what IS that?” is for the audience to understand what’s going on. And even then, there are some things which the movie doesn’t tell you, just reveals through context–that panther thing in the maze comes to mind. It’s not a fantasy epic like Lord of the Rings but it is a unabashedly fantasy film that revels in its genre.

Our emotional centers for the movie are Edgin and Holga, the bard and the barbarian, played by Chris Pine and Michelle Rodriguez. Yes, there are other group members and they have development, but these two are very much our leads. Edgin because he’s a fallen hero and he’s trying to get back to his daughter, and Holga who feels she has to prove herself. Their relationship is fantastic, because it’s NOT romantic. They’re best friends! And that’s okay with the story. Their relationship is obvious from their first scene together and it only gets more fun to watch from there.

[The bard doesn’t actually show many bard abilities in the movie other than singing and playing the lute though. Don’t know if that will bother you.]

I was going to happily say that this is a fantasy film without any sort of romance arc, but that’s not quite true, is it? Simon, the group’s sorcerer, previously tried dating the druid, Doric, and he would desperately like to try doing that again. I don’t know if the story really needed this angle, as it really adds very little to the story. But with that in mind, it’s not intrusive–it’s not as if the Plot derails to try to make this into an all-consuming love story. Still, it also barely matters to the characters or their quest, it’s only a way to introduce Doric to the group because Simon already knows her. I appreciate it doesn’t overtake the film, but it makes me wonder if it had to be in the movie at all.

Doric is kind of underdeveloped, and that’s a shame. TV Tropes tells me that supplementary materials gives her much more backstory. I suppose it makes sense that in a movie with this much going on, some material’s going to end up on the cutting room floor. I still think that it should have ended up in the movie–after all, most audience members might not know what a tiefling even is!

Also, I only noticed that Doric had a tail towards the end of the film. Was it always there? Did I just miss it? I need to rewatch.

I had fun watching this film! I’m very happy to be watching a movie that’s not a reboot, remake, or revival of another movie. I suppose there already has been a Dungeons & Dragons movie and television series, and being based off of the game it’s not a completely original film, but it’s still fresh and new. The makers of the film even admitted that they didn’t plan to build a franchise around the movie (though they’re open to making sequels), so it’s nice to see a self-contained story without the expectation of getting invested in a series.

It’s good. See it if you can.

[Though it’s worth noting the paladin isn’t in as much of the book as you’d guess from the advertising campaign.]

[bonesofchaos]

Hendrikson treads with care, gentle on the pathways provided through pressed grass stems and open woodlands. He knows a path created by a carrying owner compared to that of a humans frequent travel. Even animal tracks broke from this path which spoke volumes of intention. No harm, no carcass or bone left behind, but droppings, hoof prints and care. Though he was hungry himself, the idea of a venison shank wasn't amiss from his thoughts but he has been without proper food so long he could hold himself from harming a surely protected beast in these lands he crosses through.

Waking up only a day prior, he was a man of thin proportions, loss of muscle and fats, magic circulation could only do so much for a being like himself. Locien, his dragon was still asleep - it'll take him at least a week to wake proper to take flight and travel once more. So he was left behind, as promised and agreed upon.

Now, the nomad was his hunt for lakeside, following his ears that could hear a mild flow. Not a waterfall or breezy seaside, but it would be enough to wash his ripe self amongst natures veins. Though, as he did step upon such a sight of beauty - his gaze was pulled to a side. A body, tending to flower and taking trimmings of species he couldn't make out himself though they smelt wonderous compared to himself.

Exhausted from ones journey, he held himself to the best of his ability to greet them. Thankful to be wearing undergarments this year round - black and skin tight however - for they were worn under his armour, that was left in the cave. "Forgive this one's intrusion. Do you own the lake? Would it be best for me to find another to bathe?" Though his hip held a weapon, it was a mere dagger. Though it wasn't touched as he was holding onto a tree to aid with his position of staying upright. //@ Dahila / Vasily ~

@nvrcmplt

would that he were like vasily and could just grow his supplies dahlia wouldn't have had to leave his research in need of plants he knew grew at the edge of his ancestral lands. it also didn't help that he'd managed to offend the prickly cursed witch (so sensitive about his silly little shop) so he was refusing to send over what dahlia needed. which is why he's out here, on the opposite side from where vuir resides near the fruit trees, to the lake the merrow to live in through contract and blood pacts. under the warm sun, surrounded by the gentle sway of the forest that reminds him so dearly of his mother, he's more indulgent to the trespass than he usually would be as voice speaks and breaks his concentration.

blood gaze runs over stranger at tree line and there's a subtle wonder at just how he got through the first ward line, though not much worry. it's the weakest, the bare minimum of a ward, to lure those who know little into a false sense of security only to have them dash themselves against the violent ones closer to the house.

"it's on the grounds to my home, but i don't own it per-say. the merrow call it home, but they're usually open to sharing unless it's pascha trying to join them." a gesture to the komodo dragon sunning herself on the lake shore, watched with dark eyes by a single creature in the water.

"will you be needing a change of clothes once you're done? we're far from civilisation here but it's still a little... uncouth, to wander around as you are." as if dahlia's low cut and revealing robes were any better.

[redshoes-blues]

Reading The Priory of the Orange Tree 🍊🐉🗡

Chapters 9–17

Overall

Okay. I’ve got some of my confusion over the dragons cleared up. I originally thought all dragons were the same (despite having different species or subspecies depending where they’re from), and that the West/East worldviews surrounding dragons, as well as their mythology, was the reason for why they’re viewed differently. Now it’s clear that there are some dragons that are evil, such as the dragon who attacks the tower. Makes sense!

Also so much has happened that I don’t even know what to say here lmao. This book is so good. Somehow I’m 25% through, and I’ve only been reading it for three days. That’s insane for me.

West

It’s official. The dragons have returned. I’m so intrigued by this magic system and my heart was racing when the dragon was facing off against Sabran (and then Ead). That whole scene was written so well that I could perfectly visualize it happening.

I. FUCKING. LOVE. LOTH. Oh my god. He’s so good I just love him. And Kit is giving Shakespearean himbo in the best way. I love their dynamic. Am I picking up ace or demisexual vibes from Loth? I thought for sure he and Kit were gonna have a romantic relationship at first, but Loth mentioned never have feelings for somebody, and he’s in his thirties. Which is making me think he could be some kind of asexual?

Also I love Margret and I love her friendship with Ead. She’s one of the most understanding people in the court and I love her.

Chassar is so beloved to me already I stg if anyone brings harm to this lovely man…

Ead continues to be absolutely amazing. I love how protective she is of Sabran, which I suspect is because she’s harbouring some feelings for her maybe. BUT also. The dynamic of Sabran being a descendent of Cleolind, WHO EAD WORSHIPS IN SECRET (just like how she’ll maybe love Sabran in secret). So that’s why she’s SO protective of her. More so then she was asked to be originally. Nobody is doing it like them.

The whole Priory situation is fascinating to me. Both the secretiveness of what it is, and especially the mechanics. Like, okay. Cool magic aside, eating fruit from this tree gives her power. A power viewed by some as evil. It so reminds me of a garden of eden situation. Eat the fruit and you gain something forbidden by some. At least, that’s how it seems so far. Such a unique magic system, and really unlike anything I’ve read before. Did I mention I love this book?

Sabran has 100% been putting off marriage for lesbian reason, combined with her horrifying dreams, and I feel so sad for her :( she’s in such a difficult and impossible situation, having to sacrifice her happiness and desires for the sake of the world’s survival. God.

The final part I left off on. Sabran is having horrifying visions and thinks witchcraft may be involved. First of all, the image of her giving birth was so awful and as someone who gets very vivid, disturbing intrusive thoughts, I honestly appreciate how this scene was handled. I know it’s not exactly intrusive thoughts and seems to be something related to magic. But still. The way Ead talks to Sabran about this darkness was beautiful and made me teary eyed.

East

Tané my girl, slaying the competition, as she should. I loved the descriptions of she and her childhood friend. Very sweet. And the dragons of the East have so much personality I just love them—that dragon that was smiling at her and almost seemed proud of her was so!!

Technically some of this info comes from the West chapters, but we’re learning a lot about Niclays, and it makes me feel even sadder for the guy. He lost the man he loved and turned to alcohol to cope and he seemed to genuinely want to help Sabran. But then everything goes to shit and he’s exiled and now he wants revenge on her. Which…Niclays, you silly goose. I understand, but also how about no?

This section has been very West-heavy, with Niclays captured and Tané undergoing her training, so I don’t have any more to say here.

[jk-keno]

Nikhil Cano (23SJCCC052)

Shrek

Shrek is an anti-social and highly territorial ogre who loves the solitude of his swamp, and enjoys fending off mobs and intruders. His life is interrupted after the dwarfish Lord Farquaad of Duloc exiles a vast number of fairy-tale creatures, who inadvertently end up in the swamp. Angered by the intrusion, Shrek decides to visit Farquaad and demand they be moved elsewhere. He reluctantly allows a talkative Donkey, whom he saved from Farquaad's guards before, to tag along and guide him to Duloc.

Meanwhile, Farquaad is presented with the Magic Mirror, who tells him that he must marry a princess in order to become king. Farquaad chooses Princess Fiona, who is imprisoned in a castle guarded by a Dragon. So he strikes a deal with shrek: rescue Pricess Fiona from a dragon-guarded tower and he will clear the swamp of unwanted fairytale folks.

With a reluctant sigh and a chatty donkey tagging along, shrek embarks on an unlikely quest.

After battling bobby traps, singing knights, Shrek locates Fiona, who is appalled by his lack of romanticism. Donkey befriends the lonely dragon while shrek rescues Fiona who to his surprise isn’t a damsel in distress. In fact shes a skilled fighter with a secret:a curse turns her into an ogre at nightfall. They flee the castle after rescuing Donkey from the dragon. When Shrek removes his helmet and reveals he is an ogre, Fiona stubbornly refuses to go to Duloc, demanding Farquaad arrive in person to save her; Shrek carries her against her will. That night, after setting up camp, and with Fiona alone in a cave, Shrek admits to Donkey that he is antisocial because he grew frustrated after being constantly judged for his appearance. Fiona overhears this, and decides to be kind to Shrek.

Shrek and Fiona, thrown together by circumstance, bond over mud baths and ogre etiquette. Their budding friendship is tested when they return to Farquaad, who is horrified by Fiona's ogre form. Shrek, disgusted by Farquaad's shallowness, steps in and declares his love for Fiona, breaking the curse with a true kiss.

 They marry in the swamp with the fairy-tale creatures in attendance, then leave for their honeymoon.

Alternate ending

After defeating Lord Farquaad and saving Fiona, Shrek and his friends throw the biggest party ever in the swamp. All the fairy tale creatures come together and celebrate their uniqueness, creating a true sense of community and acceptance. It's a joyous celebration that brings everyone closer and shows that true happiness can be found in embracing who you are.

Also they become the rulers of duloc, so they turn duloc into a kingdom where everyone is accepted with their unique talents and abilities.   Its a place where dreams come true and everyone not only the protagonist  lives happily ever after.          

conclusion

There are many alternate endings for shrek like where shrek and Fiona discover a magical portal and go inside that to discover new places and have adventures together. But i particularly chose this ending because they make the kingdom open for everyone despite their differences. In todays world its not like that, people get discriminated by colour, caste and background. Many people have died due to racism. We keep talking and studying  about equality and accepting people about who they are, in reality we see a person and we judge them on their skin colour and their gender.  This is the reason i choose this fairytale and particularly the ending to bring out the problem faced in the world.

[fademirrored]

alpha: Inquisitor

“Considering the demon-spewing holes scattered all over the place, I want to ask you, very seriously, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’”

Owain Deiniol Trevelyan (‘Oh’ if you’re Aneirin) Herald of Andraste. Inquisitor. Human mage.

Male. He/Him/His. Panromantic demisexual, polyamorous 13 Justinian, 9:14 Dragon. Ostwick, Freemarches. Mage; storm mage, Knight-Enchanter.

FC: Jesse Williams, loosely. Eyes: Bright, very clear green. Large. Hair: White, almost silver, very curly. Chin length by Haven, partially braided and partially shaved on the right. Skin: Dark, gold-ish undertones. Fairly smooth skin, but with calloused fingers. Height: 5'10" Build: Stocky. Broad shoulders. Not accustomed to up-close physical combat, but in good enough shape to beat someone with his staff in a pinch. Notable Details: Cheekbones you could break glass on. Pointed nose. Small scars all over his hands. Green, glowing scars gradually spreading up his left arm, getting brighter (until the arm is removed). Voice: Narrator from The Stanley Parable.

Positive Traits: Observant, clever, adaptable, and a quick learner; remembers information and picks up skills quickly, and he’s good at holding onto inane details. Tenacious, passionate, and not going to compromise when he knows he can do something better; he’s going to help or fix something if it’s in his power to do so. Sees the best in people and the world around him and considers ‘irredeemable’ something of a foreign concept; will hand out an almost endless number of second chances until someone well and truly jumps off the slippery slope to monsterhood. Negative Traits: Control freak; he likes when things are done a particular way and gets antsy when he knows that isn’t what’s happening. Horrible coping methods; tends to use Aneirin as an emotional punching bag, though he’s not really aware he’s doing this. Short-tempered and impatient, with a deficit of tact early on; diplomacy does not come naturally to him, and even once he learns the skill he doesn’t always care to use it. Bullheaded and loath to change his mind if a very good case for doing so isn’t presented to him; may ignore that very good case if it comes at the wrong time or from the wrong source. Naive, sheltered, good at denial; tends to be of the assumption he’s a much nicer, sweeter person than he is and that he knows more about the world than he does. Neutral Traits: Opinionated and very willing to be heard. Very romantic. Extrovert. Playfully sarcastic. Considers personal space optional. Optimist vs. Pessimist: Generally optimistic, though it gets a bit pyrrhic at times. Quirks: Hates when people move his stuff when he isn’t there to see them do it; has recurring intrusive thoughts that everything since the Ostwick Circle has been a dream and he’ll eventually wake up. Has several tactile stims to deal with the anxiety.

Religion: Andrastian. Initially moderately so, more devoutly so when he was declared the Herald, and then decreasingly so after he had to bury Haven. Likes: Good food. Good company. Laughter. Open spaces. The sky, stormy weather, cloudless nights. The moon and stars. A good book. Venison. Most sweets (“Ooh, cake!”). Cream-based soups. Cocoa. Mulled wine, and especially chocolate wine. Food in general; will try most things at least once he tried dragon meat on a dare once. New magic. Dislikes: People with no sense of humor. Being treated like a child. People touching or moving his things. Surprises. Other people mocking or hassling Aneirin. Confined spaces, being cooped up for too long. Most Templars. Favorite Colors: Azure. Spring green. Golden poppy. Hobbies: Fencing. Reading. Gardening. Target practice. Aimless socializing. Will try most things at least once.

Family: Nia Trevelyan (mother). Bran Trevelyan (father). Gwyneira Trevelyan (sister). Aneirin Trevelyan (twin brother). Ellis Trevelyan (brother). Steed: Moo, wild hart. Romance: Dorian. Friends: Blackwall. Cassandra. Cole. Solas. Varric.Note: Wasn’t especially fond of Sera, and flat out disliked Vivienne, though he tried to be polite. Found Iron Bull sort of intimidating. Friendship with Varric occasionally fluctuated due to finding some of his well-meaning advice a bit too pointed. *everything in this sectioncan of course be tweaked or disregarded entirely for specific threads, if you’d rather.

[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓 ‒ 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 , 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

scenario: malleus is worried for you, who always gets entangled with the overblot gang and getting into dangerous situation. fearing for your safety, he eventually stresses and worries to the point that he becomes the one thing he never expected himself to do, and that is to overblot. however, his overblot form is dead set on claiming you as his, so that you would safe under his protection...

tw: handcuffing, noncon,

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"ma-malleus?" you stare at the horned man in front of you, a certain ink figure appearing behind him that you have know too well.

malleus turns to you, black ink dripping from his body, some of his dragon scales started appearing on his face and arms. his slitted green eyes is abnormally glowing bright today. his gaze is fixated on your trembling form, smiling, he held his hand out.

"ah, it's you, dear. come to me." taking a step forward, and another, you move to stand in front of your lover, as if he was commanding your body to do so. he raise his hand to cup your cheek, black nails grazing on your soft skin ever so slightly.

"tsk, those people need to stop harming you, my treasure." before you can ask him who or what's going on, you heard lilia screaming for your name before malleus pulls you into his embrace, teleporting the both of you to somewhere only he knows.

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malleus was strangely talkative when he overblots. he holds you on his lap protectively, telling you how dangerous the outside world is, how everyone is out there harming you. you could only stare at him wide eye, feeling a little intimidated by his presence, especially when the ink figure attached behind him is his true form, a dragon.

you don't know where he teleported the both of you to. you were in a room with only a bed but no windows.

"im going to mark you as mine." malleus blurted that statement out. and then, he had you under him, hands gripping on your clothes before ripping them to shreds. you yelped in surprise, hands immediately trying to cover your breast and private part. however, malleus growls, demanding you to uncover yourself.

you did so unreluctantly, and malleus did not hesitate to cup on your private part, massaging it roughly before inserting two fingers in. you yelped at the sudden intrusion, and malleus could only focus on getting you nice and wet on his fingers. he had both of your hands handcuffed to the top of the headboard using magic, thus limiting your movements.

when he's satisfied with how wet you are, he pulls his fingers out, leaving you whining at the loss of him. with a snap of his finger, malleus is in his naked glory.

normally, you would be in awe at your lover's figure. however, you felt extremely naked(as if you aren't) and petite under his terrifying gaze with his inked dragon figure staring at you.

you felt something hard prodding at your entrance. looking down, you noticed that malleus had lined his dick to your hole.

"wa-wait! im not ready!"

malleus chuckles darkly, sending a shiver down your spine.

"and what? risk you to get hurt? NO. i will mark you as mine, so that no one would dare to hurt you, let alone look at you."

with that, he slams his cock in, making you scream at the sudden stretch of pain. tears rolled down your cheek as malleus ruthlessly stretches you open with his cock, ignoring your pleas and cries.

he pounds on you like a beast, his cock threatening to go past your cervix, hands pinning your waist down so that you can stay put and take him in.

if this was your normal malleus, he would never do things without asking for your permission, let alone hurt you.

but this malleus has overblotted, and overblot malleus is dead set of making you his, no wonder what.

you could only hope that malleus return back to his senses soon.

[kaylakenobi]

I did this a while ago with Marvel characters, but now I'm hyperfixated on Star Wars so here's this:

Star Wars characters as weird things my friends have said (can you tell who my favorite characters are lmao) :

Anakin: Let's trust fall off a cliff

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Obi-Wan: I'll cheese grate your tongue.

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Hera: Learn how to do a fourway!

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Obi-Wan: Do you want to be a psychologist or a psychologist?

Anakin: You just said the same thing twice!

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Zeb: The grinch doesn't even hurt ppl, he just takes away their joy.

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Luke: I'm not racist, I eat cauliflower and broccoli.

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Rey: I'm not trying to race you in my 2006 Toyota camry dude, I'm just trying to get home.

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Fives: I will smack you out of that wheelchair.

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Luke: Oml gay kind bars

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Padme: I Gotta gaslight gatekeep girl boss my way through life

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Ezra: Where is my other sock!- oh I'm wearing it.

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Anakin: You just gotta follow the serotonin man

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Luke: I'm gay and men are too headache for me.

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Cody: I'll take the teeth the lord so foolishly decided to put in your mouth.

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Anakin: I cant mansplain manipulate manwhore my way out of this one boys

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Ahsoka: For the LAST TIME I am a LESBIAN I'm not trying to steal you're boyfriend! He smells like doritos anyway.

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Rex: I’m not jealous, Flavio, I’m GAY

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Ezra: I just have this happy personality in this sad soul. It feels funky in a not snazzy way.

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Echo: You can't delete your internet history from God.

Fives: Yes you can, ctrl + astaghfirulla

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Obi-Wan: I have this very rare thing called common sense, a lot of people don't have it because I'm just better.

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Caleb (child Kanan): Cannibalism is frowned upon in most countries.

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Ahsoka: Why are the watermelon shaped like little caskets?

Anakin: Shut up, be grateful, and eat your dead people.

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Kanan: I cant even raise a spider, how do you expect me to kill a child... wait

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Padme: Omg Anakin, just bc you lost your hand doesn't mean you have to cut off your son's hand too.

(Yes my friend actually said that while we were watching Star Wars)

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Omega: We can do left! Harry Styles will help us through it!

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Han: You can't just kill your father omg.

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Leia: Like okay you can have your lame hospital drama, I’ll have romance death and dragons.

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Omega: I'm not crazy, I'm just extra. A material gorl.

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Hunter: Besides tying her up idk how to hold a toddler

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Han: I could never be a doctor bc my intrusive thoughts would be like, "Let them bleed out on the table." Or "Amputate the wrong limb."

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Crosshair: Excuse me, it's a magical toothpick

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Omega: Like it tries to be smart but the smart simply can't smart so the stupid is just rlly stupid

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Tech: Was I on Aderall?

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Fives: Dude, are you vaping right now?

Echo: *tearing up* It’s just chapstick man

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Anakin: I want to sleep in a casket.

Obi-wan: What??

Anakin: They look comfy.

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The bad batch: You're a phsycopath.

Crosshair: Thanks I was born in Florida.

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Cody: I have new shoes.

Rex: Cool, I have depression

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Sabine: I do not want the meat stick, I want to die!

Ezra: Then the itsy bitsy meat stick will execute you!

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Anakin: Spiders deserve to burn in hell.

Ahsoka: But you're going to hell??

Anakin: Excuse me!?

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Omega: He looks like a knock of Donny Jepp.

Hera: Do you mean Johnny Depp?

Omega: Same difference.

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Palpatine: I steal children.

Anakin: At least you don’t have sex with them.

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Anakin: ugh this song is like an orgasm for my ears

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Wrecker: ew it smells gross

Tech: ofc it does we're in the middle of nowhere in Utah

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Cody: *drives past cemetary* I cant believe people are dying to get in there. It just kills me.

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Leia: Don't die because then we'll have to re-space the dance again.