#annoying during breeding season ; if dragons have one

[ozgog]

i'm leaning into the theory that dragons can asexually reproduce , which means miss ozgog likely has a nest of eggs hidden in her lair somewhere , or did at one point

[ytmanzwhore]

The Realm’s Princess Part 4- Harwin Strong

summary: the wedding of alyssa targaryen and harwin strong (yes this is so late, but season 2 inspired me and reminded me that harwin deserved better!)

warnings: smut!  Minors DNI! a little bit of some size and breeding kink, just overall smuttiness

Alyssa was heading to her rooms from her solar, when an arm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into a side passage. The Princess gasped as her back came into contact with the stone wall, her eyes filling with rage as she went to shout at her assailant, huffing as she looked up and saw her soon to be husband.

“Really?” She sighed as her body relaxed, Harwin’s arms curling around her waist and her hands coming to rest on his chest. “Why can you not get my attention like a normal person?”

“Because I am to be your husband my love, I must keep you interested,” Harwin leaned down to nuzzle into her neck, Alyssa tilting her head to give him more room as he pressed light kisses to her skin.

“You are a menace, but a menace I adore,” Alyssa sighed with faux annoyance as Harwin pulled back to bring their lips together. Alyssa’s body melted into his as they kissed lazily, the scandal of being caught in the middle of the day long gone, as Harwin found her for this at least every other day the last six months. 

After the death of Joffrey, Rhaenyra and Laenor had been married immediately. Alyssa tried to not think much of it, considering Rhaenyra was now with child, and shared much too familiar looks with her new sworn sword, Ser Tyion. 

Since her sisters wedding, Alyssa had spent her time planning her own ceremony. Though no where near as big as Rhaenyra’s, many of the Houses of Westeros were wanting to embark to the capital to see the young Princess wed. Her sister had helped where she could, but Alyssa found the two Strong women to be extremely willing to help plan their brothers wedding. 

So while Alyssa spent her days split between wedding planning, and continuing on with her trips to Flea Bottom, her evenings were spent getting to know her betrothed more, and becoming more familiar with her soon to be good-father and good-brother. Not that Alyssa had been worried before, but during the time it took to plan the wedding, Alyssa truly felt like she could not have been luckier in her match.

Harwin, while obviously handsome and charming, was also kind, thoughtful, and very funny. He let Alyssa ramble on and on about the newest gossip she heard from the people of King’s Landing. He never minded when she dragged him to sit with her dragon (surprisingly, Harwin became the only non Targaryen that Veraxion tolerated) or to visit the hounds in the kennel. 

The couple knew that their marriage would be as happy as an arranged match could be. Alyssa had even admitted to herself she could see herself falling in love with her soon to be husband. 

The couple broke apart from their frenzied embrace at the clanking of armor in the hall, Alyssa giggling at Harwin’s annoyed sigh. “I was hoping for a minute with you, my sisters are determined to keep us apart until the ceremony tomorrow.”

“I know,” Alyssa nodded. “They are just excited. It’s not like they have seen a typical royal wedding before.”

“You’re right,” Harwin nodded, grabbing Alyssa’s hand before he peeked into the hall to ensure no one was there, and then began to lead them towards the Princess’ chambers. “Are you excited to become my wife tomorrow?”

“Are you excited to become my husband?” Alyssa responded, looking up at the smiling man with an arched brow. “I am very excited to get through tomorrow. Not only so we may finally be together, but also so I can relax from this dreadful planning.”

“Hmmm,  my wife will need some rest,” Harwin smirked as the two approached her chambers where the ever watchful Ser Rodd stood waiting. “I shall take care of you my Princess, once we are wed.”

Alyssa blushed as she practically felt the innuendo in Harwin’s word, the man kissing her cheek before stalking down the corridor with a whistle.

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Alyssa took deep breaths, her eyes closed as she felt the rocking of the carriage as she headed to the Great Sept. Her nerves were bubbling as she thought of the day ahead. She knew she was being childish, but she was scared. She knew she had strong feelings for Harwin, but what if he was different once they wed?

Her train of thoughts came to a halt as the wheelhouse came to a stop. She took a breath, and as the door opened, she rose to exit. She smiled brightly to the small folk lining the streets, waving to them as she was escorted by Ser Rodd to where her father was waiting. 

“My Alyssa,” Viserys smiled proudly as she entered the Sept. “You are breathtaking my dear.” Alyssa leaned up to press a kiss to his pale cheek. Viserys cupped her own cheek, smiling softly at her before speaking again. “Are you ready?”

“I am papa,” Alyssa used her old childhood name for her dear father, the King almost moved to tears as he wrapped her arm through his and the two approached the doors.

As the doors opened, Alyssa found his eyes easily as her and her father approached the altar. The words whirled by as her father spoke, and removed her cloak, for Harwin to approach with his own. The two faced each other as they said the words, the septon wrapping their hands. It felt like seconds, but eventually Harwin smiled softly and pulled Alyssa into him, tangling his hands in her hair as he pulled her into their first kiss as husband and wife. 

The two beamed from their exit of the sept, to their receiving of their guests, through the feast, and even the dancing. Harwin, always the tease, had kept his hand on his wife’s thigh all through their meal. During the dancing, he had let his hands drift low on her waist. And he took every opportunity to pull her into a kiss, with no regard to the public. 

Eventually, with a nod from the King and his father, Harwin asked Alyssa for one last dance, where he sprinted her away. The knight had approached the King and Hand the day before, voicing his desire to avoid a bedding ceremony, and Viserys had been all too eager to agree. So the newly weds made a quiet escape, with Ser Rodd as their shadow as they approached Alyssa’s chambers. 

Harwin could tell his wife was nervous as the doors closed heavily behind them, Alyssa heading straight to her vanity to begin removing the pins from her hair. Harwin watched her for a moment, before walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “You are beautiful my wife,” he breathed as he pressed kisses to her neck. 

Alyssa’s breath stuttered as she allowed herself to lean back into her husbands chest. Grasping onto all of her bravery, she turned around and let her hands come to the laces of Harwin’s tunic, looking up at the man from under her lashes as she began to undress him. Her husbands hands came up to the laces at the back of her corset, the dress dropping easily and leaving her in just a silk slip.

“Gods Alyssa,” Harwin groaned as she got his tunic undone, pulling it over his head. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Alyssa blushed as she watched Harwin ogle her body, his gaze sweeping from head to toe slowly. “Come here,” Harwin grabbed her hand and tugged at her, backing them up until he was sitting on the edge of bed. Once he helped her climb into his lap, he attached his lips to her eagerly. 

Alyssa gasped into his mouth as one of his hands crept up her thigh to grasp at her bottom. Harwin took advantage and let his tongue begin to explore her mouth, as Alyssa’s hips took on a mind of their own and began to rock against his. Alyssa’s movements became unsure when she felt his length under her.

“It’s ok,” Harwin whispered, pulling back to look into her eyes. “I’m going to make it good for you.” At her shy little nod, Harwin gently flipped them around so Alyssa was resting against the mound of pillows with Harwin between her legs. He nestled his body to the side of hers, leaning in to kiss her again as his hand crept up her thigh, going under her slip until he reached the heat of her center. 

Alyssa pulled back in alarm as Harwin’s fingers began to caress her gently. “Relax my love,” Harwin breathed as he leaned in to press kisses to her neck. “I just want to help you feel good. It will help.”

At Alyssa’s shaky nod, Harwin darted in to kiss her again as his fingers gently began to rub at her clit. Alyssa was letting out breathy sighs as her husband continued his minstrations, her cunt growing slick with her arousal. Harwin slowly allowed one of his thick fingers to press into her, letting her clench around his digit as he kept rubbing her clit. Alyssa was squirming as Harwin began to pump his finger, adding a second once her body became comfortable. 

Alyssa could feel the ball of tension in her stomach grow as her moans became more wanton,  Harwin smirking as he began to feel her muscles clenching around his fingers as she approached her release. Harwin leaned in to kiss her and swallow her cry of pleasure as Alyssa’s body went tense with her orgasm, Harwin slowly pushing her through it. When Alyssa finally relaxed again, Harwin pulled back with a glint in his eyes, pulling his hand from her cunt and bringing his slick fingers to his mouth, licking them clean of her release. 

“Do you think you are ready for me?” Harwin murmured as he leaned forward to help Alyssa remove her slip, the girls hands then moving to the ties of his trousers. 

“Please Harwin,” Alyssa looked up at him. “I want you to make me your wife in truth.”

 Harwin groaned at the pout on her lips, leaning forward to kiss her as he removed his pants and settled between her legs once more. “This may hurt my love,” Harwin ran the tip of his cock over her cunt, delighting in the way her eyes kept trying to see him. “But I will go slow.”

Alyssa nodded, cupping Harwin’s cheeks as he leaned in to kiss her as he began to slowly press in to her. As her body stretched to accommodate him, her head rested in the crook of his neck as she panted through the feeling. Harwin brought his fingers back to her clit as he felt her channel clench, rubbing slowly to try and help her relax around him.

“You’re doing so well,” Harwin praised as he began slowly thrusting, pressing further inch by inch until his pelvis was almost flush with hers. “Feels like you were made for me, gods.”

“Harwin,” Alyssa whimpered as she felt his body meet her own. She breathed heavily as she adjusted to the feeling of his rather large cock stretching her out, letting her hips move as she began to no longer feel pain, but just fullness.

“You alright?” Harwin asked as he leaned down to kiss her, feeling her hips moving softly. 

“Yes,” Alyssa pressed a kiss to his neck. “Please move, please.”

“As you wish,” Harwin smirked as he pulled back slowly, before thrusting back into her. After a few slow movements, he could feel her body relax, giving into the pleasure. His finger began to rub at her clit again, his body moving in time with his hand, drawing punched out moans from the lithe body beneath him.

“Harwin, Harwin, Harwin,” Alyssa panted as her husband’s pace began to pick up in earnest. 

“Do you like that wife?” Harwin grunted as he leaned down to kiss her, their bodies almost fully touching. “You like your husband fucking your cunt like this? Getting ready to fill you with his seed?”

“Yes,” she mewled as her body tried to twist away from him, the pleasure building once more. 

“I want you to come for me Alyssa,” Harwin encouraged, rubbing at her clit as his own pleasure built. “Come on my cock, so I can fill you up, and put my child in you.”

It only took a few more thrusts for Alyssa to let out a long moan as she came again, this time triggering Harwin’s orgasm as well. The two laid there, sweaty and panting as Harwin’s cum painted her inner walls. As the two caught their breath, and felt the sweat on their bodies begin to cool, Harwin moved to get up.

“No,” Alyssa frowned, grabbing at him to keep him in place.

“No?” Harwin laughed as she pouted. 

“Just stay here,” Alyssa pulled him down to rest some of his weight on her, acting like a blanket. Harwin of course agreed, and if it made it easier access for round two when his cock grew hard again, then neither of them was complaining.

[systlin]

honestly roberts death makes way more sense with your calculations in mind. boar are super aggressive during breeding season normally so i can only imagine how much worse it is in an overpopulated forest with high competition between roving sounder males fighting for limited territory and sows etc and, as you mention in your fic, no winter die off

Honestly it all makes a LOT of sense when you realize the Targs were feeding dragons. Like. That forest was the equivalent of one of those slow feeder mats for dogs. Let 'em loose to hunt their own venison mcnuggets on the hoof! Much cheaper than having to buy oxen to shovel down Balerion and Vhagar's massive throats!

But then the dragons died! And then you're completely right! The boar are, somehow, ANGRIER THAN NORMAL, and then Robert wanders in, drunk. Of COURSE he got mauled by an annoyed boar!

[fallershipping]

I imagine that Pokemon husbandry is difficult in various ways, easier in unexpected places, but one of the more challenging aspects is what if your Pokemon wants a romantic companion? And this can range from all sorts of courtship rituals.

Alakazam and Lucario are Pokemon that can be voluntarily celibate, and not be interested intimate or mating companions. The familial / platonic relationship with a trainer and the rest of the party can often be just perfect and just as fulfilling. After all, most of the Abra and Riolu family are actively choosing whether they want to remain within wild socieites or to live amongst humans.

Salamence is a more feral kind of Pokemon. Dragon types, beastly looking Pokemon, can become more aggressive during breeding seasons. I do believe that there are Pokemon that are spayed/neutered ranging from pet-like species to horse-like species etc etc. Dragons are probably... Maintained? Maybe given a special diet that suppresses courting behavior or that there is an ongoing debate to spay/neuter dragon types and whether or not it's ethical. Regardless, Anabel's Salamence is sterile due to past abuse and neglect.

Sometimes, Pokemon do not need to be in the same egg group to find a "mate." ... Anabel's Weavile and Looker's Croagunk kinda have a thing going. Despite Croagunk thinking for the longest time that Weavile wanted to eat him, they seem to enjoy each other's company.

Mismagius is a ghost.

Latios are numerous, but not often trainer owned for various key reasons. Latios and Latias pair for life. They will have several hatchlings throughout the course of their lives, and the trainer companionship just cannot replace this. However, there are exceptions. Latios/Latias could be very young and prefer a trainer life before they leave their trainers to find mates, they could be asexual and prefer a trainer life instead, or, in the case of Anabel's Latios, their life partner dies and they find solace in another form of companionship. Anabel's Latios had already raised several chicks, and considers Anabel to be yet another hatchling that he permanently looks after. And wants to look after any "hatchlings" she has of her own!

Entei and Raikou can find mates, but do not feel the need to, and if they do, they will only court for a while before going their separate ways. Raikou thinks of Looker as Anabel's "particularly annoying, persistent, and aggravating mutt of a mate."

Snorlax are a bit like pandas. No, they are not "failures of nature," they are just specialized to get into season based on diet and the status of their environment. In their home region, Snorlax would need a special kind of fruit that would begin the breeding season. Regardless of their sexes, all Snorlax's angrily get into loud, roaring fights during season, so no one can really tell if they're in love or hate each other. Or both. Anabel's Snorlax recognizes this fruit and chooses to ignore it, showing a preference to competitive combat instead.

[sea-lanterns]

You feed us so well ong. Ok this has been rotting my brain since yesterday night.. You know how animals all have different breeding seasons? What if different dragons had different breeding periods? And they (begrudgingly) share you all year round. At least one of the women is in a rut all the time. When one ends another starts. You almost always have a hoarse voice and wobbly legs.

Of course they like your company, not just your body so you get frequent breaks of being spoiled on dates. They appreciate you as a whole and they make sure you know that they love every little thing about you! Until you’re sharing your attention.

(Yae Miko would be a fluffy dragon, like Ganyu? Though Miko has sharper features, instead of having kind eyes, she always has this sharp mischievous look.)

As hot as it is to imagine this, I don’t think any of the dragon women would ever want to share you, purely because you are their sacrificial bride. Dragons are too possessive and too greedy to share their valuables with other dragons, so I don’t think any of them would willingly share you with one another, especially during a rut season…

If you still want to see them share you however, I can see some of the dragon women teasing each other by snatching up each other’s bride in order to rile the other up for fun. Dragon! Beidou would probably do this with Ningguang just for her attention, however Ningguang is very displeased with it and finds Beidou annoying for always taking her wife. (Even though Beidou already has a wife too, which is just another alternate version of you) 💕

[wolfstarlibrarian]

🎊 Happy New Year! 🎊

To celebrate the Lunar New Year, year of the tiger, the Librarian has made a list of fics to go along with each of the Chinese zodiac. Some interpretations are literal, some less so, but hopefully all of them bring a smile or help you pass the day in cheer.

🧧 Wolfstar Chinese Zodiac Fics 🐯

🐅Forever Is a State of Mind -orphaned account 

Deaf Dance Choreographer, Remus Lupin, has a simple life. Working, taking care of his son, and running his YouTube sign channel. When he unwittingly becomes involved with Deaf Pride Activist, Fleamont Potter, he doesn’t realise how much his life will change. Especially after he meets YouTube star and makeup artist, Sirius Black.

🐇Sailor Moony AU Part 1 & Part 2 by @mlim8 & @whipbogard

So Moondom’s official mascot is a bunny 🐰! The kingdom is almost overrun with them (with how fast they breed lmaooo) and Remus is too shy to practice asking out the prince of his dreams with a real person so - The rabbit is a good substitute that won’t judge!!! 

🐉A Brief History of Dragons by @eyra

It's lovely up here; all meadows dotted with wildflowers, wind-beaten tracks criss-crossing this way and that through the fields, weaving inland to the pinewoods. The sun's hot on his back as he passes ramshackle stone walls, long since crumbled to piles of ancient rubble and scree, and then the path winds downwards, still following the line of the coast until Sirius finds himself outside an old white cottage, tucked away behind the hill with a rose garden that faces out to the sea. Sirius moves to Cornwall for the summer and meets a rude, beautiful boy who is writing a book that may or may not be about dragons.

🐍Beekeeping in the Daylight by @halictus-writer

Sirius is helping James and Lily conquer as many of their irrational fears as possible before they have their baby, in order to not pass on their fears. One day, Sirius takes a panic-stricken James to a friendly (and handsome) beekeeper. Slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers.

🐎AMOR VINCIT OMNIA (love conquers all) by @prettyremus

Remus, a servant boy to the cruel Emperor Voldemort, meets Sirius, a charming nobleman. Together they fight for freedom and love in Ancient Rome.

🐑Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra

The four-by-four heaves its way down long, twisting lanes, little more than dirt tracks scuffed into the surrounding fields and hemmed in by serpentine walls of flat, grey stone. They truly are in the middle of nowhere: the countryside rushes past, all rolling green hills and vast, endless skies, and it's odious. Sirius wants to murder James with his bare hands. Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.

🐒How Remus Got His Groove Back by @theprongsletthatlived

After two years of noncommittal sex: Remus tells Sirius that he loves him. Sirius firmly rejects him. Remus tries to move on. Sirius is not happy. OR Remus Lupin becomes king of the cockroaches, Fabian Prewett writes a book, Gilderoy Lockhart is a catfish, and Sirius Black realizes he's a fucking idiot.

🐓Where Your Fingerprints Linger by @remuslives23

Sirius Black is a party planner and Remus Lupin is the stripper who has the audacity to turn up to one of Sirius' parties. Despite an immediate attraction, a misunderstanding means that they part on bad terms, but a meeting at a wedding leads to an agreement to share one night of passion. Just one night. Nothing more.

🐕Dog Filled Days Aren't Over by jlpierre

When post-breakup Sirius sends a photo of a dog from his new phone, he doesn't expect to send it to someone he doesn't know. Never mind someone named Moony.

🐖I love you like a pig loves not being bacon by @apieformydean Moony never reads the pick-up lines when Sirius can see him. He only ever read the first one he wrote him (‘Are you a hipster? Coz you make my hips stir.’) and he flushed to the tip of his ears. It was two months ago and Sirius writes him a crappy-sappy pick-up line every time he visits The Marauders. And Moony comes almost every day. aka ‘I write a bad pick-up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU from somewhere around tumblr.

🐀 Animagi by @evandarandahalf He likes everything to do with his antlers at the minute. Sirius is pretty sure that if he could show that much enthusiasm for the rest of his form, he’d have the transformation down no problem. - The creation of Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.

🐂 Valentine, Texas by @shipsnsails In August of 1969, Sirius takes a job in west Texas.

[corruptedconfessions]

I need more yandere dragon bakugou please 🥺 like him taking y/n from the village after seeing her in the woods a lot and he Just falls in love with her and he makes her a comfy nest and she wakes up there scared hopefully you could do something with that please ❤️

Hhh I love this ask sm

Also I know the ask said she here but this is still gender neutral! I didn’t really realize until after I had written the whole thing, sorry :x It doesnt really effect the drabble or anything at all, though!

I mostly just rambled, but theres a short drabble under the line~

If you pestered him later down the line he would blame the fact that he took you on mating season, blaming you for wondering out and about so close to a dragons den during such a fragile time, practically begging for him to swoop in and take you. 

The truth was the dragon had been aching for a mate for quite a long time, and mating season had just caused that hole in his chest to grow even larger, a soul deep ache that he felt every waking moment. 

Almost mindlessly he had started nesting for the first time since he had left his mothers side and embarked out on his own, pillaging villages for their finest silks and softest furs, it became more frequent for him to completely black out, come back to dripping in human blood with arrows wedged into his scales, tenderly tucking his latest plush prize tenderly into the side of his nest, ever so careful with his large talons. 

His mother had always told him he would know when it was time. He had scoffed and rolled his eyes at her but now her words were starting to make sense. 

Still he couldn’t help the creeping anxiety that bubbled under his skin every time he looked at his nest that was growing with every day, it wasn’t a typical dragons nest, hell he wasn’t sure if any dragon would even like it. It was soft, plush, warm, things that no dragon needed. They could regulate their own body temperatures, and their thick scales meant they needed no protection from hard ground, even when sleeping. No dragon he took as a mate would be impressed with his nest, and that ate at him silently as mating season officially started, causing him to slip even further into his feral headspace even more frequently, lashing out and slaughtering anything that came close to his den, too scared to venture out to look for another dragon despite the soul deep ache that ate away at him. 

He spent many nights curled up in the very nest that was the source of his insecurity, curled up in his half shifted form, rubbing his human cheek against the soft furs that lined his nest, comforting himself as he curled up, shame bubbling under his skin. He was left wondering how after everything, every instinct, every move coming easy to him, why now this of all things was wrong. Why was he like this?

His answer came one day when he had dragged himself out of his cave to hunt for his dinner, refusing to starve to death even if moving was the most difficult thing to do. He wanted to go back to his nest, to curl up in that brief comfort and go to sleep. He had dragged himself through the woods, snapping up small game easily, searching for something more substantial when his eyes fell on you.

Instantly he knew he had to have you. He was struck, frozen as he took you in, his head immediately swirling with the desire to take, and breed, and mark, and claim. Instantly everything all made sense, his sudden softness, the strange nest, his weird emotions. It had all been leading him to you! That had to be the answer! Everything had been leading him up to this moment, to making sure he was prepared to take on not a dragon as a mate but a human. 

Any rational thought was left behind him as he immediately lunged for you, your frightened screams falling on deaf ears as he scooped you up in his claws, ever so careful not to hurt you despite his excitement. Unable to wait a moment longer, with a beat of his wings he launched himself, and by extension you, into the air, immediately taking off to his den with energy he hadn’t had since this god awful season had started. 

The trip would be quick with the speed he would fly at, and he would waste no time transforming back, cradling you in his arms bridal style as he immediately rushes you back to his nest, practically thrumming with excitement as he immediately tucks your unconscious body, you must have passed out on the flight over whoops, into his nest, growling with possessive approval at the sight of you. Face relaxed into sleep, peacefully tucked into /his/ nest, the very picture of beauty...

And he’ll never let you leave.

While Bakugo was anything from soft and comforting, every time he tucked you into his nest, swaddling you in the soft furs and resting your head on precious silks, he was oddly gentle. All his screaming and protective fronts he put on melted away as he curled up next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and stretching out his wing to cover you like a blanket as a rough tongue dragged across your cheeks, lapping away your salty tears as he burrowed closer to you, a soothing rumble that could almost be mistaken for a purr vibrating out of his chest as he nuzzled and licked at you till you fell asleep, still shaking slightly in his arms. 

Lets just hope you’re little scared outbursts stop before mating season wears off and he’s no longer dopy and happy no matter what as long as you are in his nest. 

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Wings spreading out to slow his decent the dragon shifter’s bones snapped and cracked into place as his form shrunk, turning less and less lizard and more and more human as he hit the ground. If it weren’t for the large golden wings arched out behind him, the horns sprouting from his head, the claws that stuck out from his fingers and toes, and the patches of scales that dotted his skin, he could almost pass as the same creature as the human carefully cradled in his grip. Cradling you close he stepped into his cave, walking in deep, past his impressive horde, past the remains of his previous meals, deeper and deeper until only the slightest hints of daylight could still be seen. 

Humans never did well in the dark...he would have to light some lanterns for you so you wouldn’t become upset and frightened. He didn’t need those negative feelings tainting the comfort of his nest he had so carefully made just for you! Sure, he hadn’t known it at first, but it only made sense!! Nothing was wrong with him, he couldn’t be the one that was fucked up! He just wasn’t destined for a human mate and his instincts knew that!! They made sure he had a safe comfy place to put his mate!!

Ever so carefully he lowered his mate into his...and his mates nest. The thought filled him with so much joy he couldn’t even bring himself to be upset that they were unconscious and couldn’t lavish him in praise over how perfect his nest was for them...

Although that was mildly his fault. He always forgets how fragile humans are, and he hadn’t exactly been careful as he shot in the air. He gotten so excited he forgot how pathetic and fragile humans could be...he would have to make sure to be more careful in the future. 

Pulling a fur over you, making sure you were tucked into the nest in just the right way that had him purring contently, he tripled checked that you weren’t going to wake before carefully stepping out of the nest, moving to light candles around it, making sure they were far away enough there was no chance for his little mate to burn themselves or accidently knock them over and start a fire. 

Just as he finished filling the cave with warm gentle lighting the soft shuffling in his nest, soft intake of breathing that told him his little mate was about to wake up. Instantly he was practically clambering over himself to see you, laying on his side next to you as his eyes locked onto your face, waiting excitedly for you to wake. 

His heart nearly skipped a beat as your beautiful eyes fluttered open, locking onto him. Immediately your face tensed up into an expression he recognized, one he frequently saw on those stupid humans faces before he killed them, it was always followed by the most annoying noises. 

Before you could get the air to scream a clawed hand was slapped over your mouth, the dragon infront of you raising up to glare at you, lips curling back slightly to reveal sharp stained teeth, glowing under the warm light of the lanterns. 

“Don’t you dare.”

His voice was ragged, a low husky rumble, his hand over your mouth tightening enough that the tips of his claws pressed against your skin, threatening to break it. Tears welled in your eyes as you desperately nodded in agreement, trying to shuffle backwards only to be stopped by the huge pile of furs and clothes, trapping you in. 

Luckily as soon as you nodded you’re agreement the angered snarl relaxed into a warm fuzzy grin, the hand pulling away as he purred softly, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you closer, a wet tongue dragging itself over your cheek as he nuzzled himself against you with a soft pleased rumble.

“Good human.”

If only you had stayed away from the woods. 

[aliasimagines]

Jonathan Crane x reader

requested by @captainshazamerica

I cant believe I just found this blog, I love it and your writing!!! Can I possible get one of the song fics, Jonathan Crane (preferably Gotham but any Crane will do!) + the song Demons by Imagine Dragons?? Thanks!

word count: 1086 (with the lyrics)

a/n: i went with a more of an au!Jonathan instead of the Gotham one. i really hope you enjoy reading! ❤️

When the days are cold

And the cards all fold

And the saints we see

Are all made of gold

It is a cold day at Gotham. Not freezing, but enough to wear a woolen sweater and maybe a jacket over it. It is already autumn.. You can feel it in the wind, see it on the colorful trees.

Jonathan loves this weather. It's so beautiful... And even though he says he does not care for the fact that "the season matches his aesthetic" as you put it, he does, to a certain level, agree with it. It just him. It feels natural for him to feel attracted to this time of the year.

So normally Jonathan loves a chilly october afternoon after a day of teaching at GU. But latley... No. Today was different. He did not enjoy sharing his knowledge with a curious horde of students, he kept zoning out and thinking about it other things. Certain things..

When your dreams all fail

And the ones we hail

Are the worst of all

And the blood's run stale

Even his walk was out of order. It was rushed when his walks are always slow and enjoyable. It's a part of his routine to walk home through a nice park, which is a few minutes longer than walking on the busy streets but it is worth it. He has a good 20-25 minutes to himself, when he can think through his day and analyze every bit of it.

But today was different. Something didn't feel right. He could feel it lingering in the air.

He was held up late at work, and with stuff already clouding his mind he just wanted to walk home as fast as he could.

Well.. A part of him did. He wanted to get home, sit next to you on the couch and try read a book while pretending to be annoyed as you keep interrupting him by telling him about your day.

The other part... He didn't want go home. To you. He wanted to run as far as possible.

This two parts have been battling for months. Months! He went months without telling you the truth! And it's not like he doesn't want to tell you everything. God, he does. He just feels he can't.

I want to hide the truth

I want to shelter you

He enters yours shared apartment with that on his mind. He takes off his jacket, his shoes and puts down his bag. You notice this and walk over with a smile to greet him. He automatically returns your hug.

But with the beast inside

There's nowhere we can hide

You know something is up. Something's been off for a while now. Jonathan knows you feel this way. But neither of you talk about it. Which makes you scared. You are afraid of losing him because you know he is hiding something. You also know Jonathan for the longest time and you're not one for jumping into conclusions but after a while doubt comes in. Sure it may not be the most logical suspectation but what if he just doesn't love you anymore?

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

Jonathan wanted to protect you from the truth but keeping you in the dark was worse. It left too much room for you to wonder. There was just to many things about him lately. His eyes! After working suspiciously late more than ever during his career, he always had that look in his eye. Like... He wasn't himself. He felt like a totally different person those times. Sometimes he looked lonesome like he was desperately crying out , others he looked... You can't even describe it. Evil? No, that's too strong.. Strange, maybe?

That's how you parted. He went to make himself a tea and you decided to sit down on the couch.

As the living room and the kitchen were opened together you heard as he prepared his drink. Knowing you couldn't really focus on reading you switched on the tv.

Jon probably left it on the news channel yesterday because when the screen lit up you saw Vicky Vale. First you didn't even pay attention. You were thinking about the man you love but something caught your attention.

"...only evidence found on the scene is a few straw threads. Now let's hear the victim."

The camera showed a man around 50. You recognized him as  Chief of Psychiatry at Arkham. You know him because Jon had a conflict with him a few months back. You remember he kept pacing around, telling you how big of a fool that man was... Now, that you think about it, Jonathan has been acting wierd and distant ever since that wrangle.

"...never been so afraid in my entire life! My wife's still shaking... It was a scarecrow, I'm telling you! It came and... And there was some sort of smoke too. I felt like I couldn't see or breath for god knows how long."

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

You closed your eyes. You were well aware of Jonathan's past. A scarecrow? A mysterious smoke causing fear? His absence? It all made sense now.

When you feel my heat

Jonathan leaned against the kitchen counter with his steaming, hot tea in hand. He could perfectly see the television from where he stood. As soon as he saw the man talking on TV he knew. You figured out. Him keeping you away from it for so long was for nothing. He was so fixed on revenge. On his fascination with fear.  It all won't matter without you. You could leave him for this. He just realized that.

Look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

You turned around. His features looked unreadable. Even for you. But his eyes. You saw everything you needed to.

It's where my demons hide

Don't get to close

It's dark inside

He walked towards you and you did the same. Meeting halfway, you both stopped, a few inches away from each other. He looked at you with a questioning look. But he asked a question ypu didn't know the answer to. What now? You only knew you loved him. And maybe.. That will be good for now. The two of you will figure out the rest. But not now.

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I want to save that light

I can't escape this now

Unless you show me how

[tevivinter]

OC Interview - Darya Aeducan

This interview takes place during 9:42 Dragon.

name ➔ [Her lips twitch into an amused smile.] I presume you only know me by one of my titles. The Hero of Ferelden, Commander of the Grey, Paragon... In any case, my name is Darya Aeducan.

are you single ➔ Sorry to disappoint, but no.

are you happy ➔ Let’s say I am satisfied with everything I’ve accomplished so far.

are you angry ➔ [She stares at the interviewer’s eyes, and there’s a subtle warning tone behind her smirk.] Now, you wouldn’t wish to see me angry, would you?

are your parents still married ➔ How sweet of you to ask. They are long dead.

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ Orzammar. More specifically, in the Royal Palace.

hair color ➔ Blonde, much like gold.

eye color ➔ Honey brown.

birthday ➔ 5th of Guardian, 9:10 Dragon.

mood ➔ [Leans back on the chair with a cryptic smirk on her face.] I’m either amused or bored. I will let you guess which one.

gender ➔ I’m a woman.

summer or winter ➔ Winter used to be my least favorite season when I left Orzammar. I was used to the heat, as you might imagine. That was before I spent countless nights sleeping in tents, only to wake up covered by sweat and trying to fight off annoying insects. [She scoffs in annoyance.] Such wonderful experience made me change my mind.

morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon is easier on the eyes. I’m not fond of the bright morning sun.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ [Raises an eyebrow.] Full of personal questions, aren’t you? If you must know, yes. [She puts some hair behind her ear to reveal a golden earring.] He gave me this beautiful earring. Suits my hair, don’t you think?

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ [Scoffs.] Oh, do you? Such things do not exist. What does exist is attraction at first sight, and that might happen for a multitude of reasons. Beauty, power, influence… people are naturally attracted by those. Now, mistaking interest with love is just silly.

who ended your last relationship ➔ Family matters.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Yes, but I did so in order to survive. It’s not something that brings me joy, but I also don’t regret putting myself first. [Shrugs lightly.] Other than that… I broke some hearts when I was younger, and that was just for fun. 

are you afraid of commitments ➔ I’ve been dealing with them for my whole life. There are far worse things to be afraid of.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ [Narrows her eyes.] The only people I would actually hug are far away from here, so no.

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ [Chuckles.] I am a princess, sweetie. That being said, I’ve had countless admirers back in Orzammar, secret or otherwise. I’m sure the numbers have grown by now. Anyway, it’s not something that I care about. Not anymore, at least.

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Not willingly. 

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ [Smirks.] Now that’s a good one. I choose both.

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonade, just because iced tea makes my stomach twist. [She wrinkles her nose.] Tea is meant to be hot, by the Paragon’s beard!

cats or dogs ➔ Dogs are way more useful. Unless you know a cat breed that fights just like a Mabari does?

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I am constantly surrounded by people, so it’s best to have a few closer friends than just a bunch of acquaintances. Plus, I don’t have the time or will to bond with a lot of people, thank you very much.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ [Smirks again, reminiscing about something.] Wild, for sure.

day or night ➔ Afternoon, when the sun is about to set.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes, back in my teenage years. 

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Fortunately, no.

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ If I desire something or someone, it doesn’t take too long for me to get what I want. So, no.

wanted to disappear ➔ [She looks intrigued and leans forward.] Now, where would be the fun in that? I’ve always wanted people to know who I am and where I go. That didn’t change even when they decided not to welcome me back into Orzammar. Oppression doesn’t weaken me — if anything, it makes me stronger to prove them wrong. [She gives a satisfied chuckle.] And I did.

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ I often pay attention to other people’s eyes. Smiles are fleeting and hardly truthful. Eyes, on the other hand, are much more interesting to read. [Stares right into the interviewer’s eyes, unflinching.] I can understand a lot about someone just by watching their eyes.

shorter or taller ➔ [That question makes her laugh.] As a dwarf, I’m inclined to think that being shorter is an advantage. For instance, my height makes it easier to strike low blows in a fight. It also makes me harder to hit.

intelligence or attraction ➔ Intelligent people are way more interesting and fun than those who can barely use one brain cell.

hook-up or relationship ➔ [She looks away for a moment, lost in thought.] I honestly never desired a relationship… [her hand idly touches an earring] that is, until I met a certain elf.

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ And why would that interest you?

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ My life was certainly messed up after my exile from Orzammar. It’s not like that anymore, though.

have you ever ran away from home ➔ [Frowns.] I wouldn’t do that on purpose.

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Didn’t you hear the “exile” part? [Her voice grows impatient, silent anger taking over.] I’d suggest you move to the next question.

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ Of course I do. What? There are friends and friends, more like acquaintances that you keep around for your own - and sometimes mutual - benefit. [She rolls eyes.] I was born in royalty, sweetie. That’s just how things work.

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Considering the previous question, certainly not.

who is your best friend ➔ A human mage, also known as a witch. I won’t tell you her name, though.

who knows everything about you ➔ There is no such thing. Everyone has secrets or at least things they rather not mention to others.

[forgottentenant]

What made you want to rp your character in the first place?

:: Number one reason was that I was suffering from a botched cavity filling and was in the very slow process of getting it ready for a root canal.

Number two, I’ve always been interested in the strange inconsistent shifts of consciousness of the Ryou-Yami Bakura character, then with the Yami Bakura-TKB character during the Dark RPG.  We’re led to think that Yami Bakura is either Zorc or TKB or a combo of both. 

There would be reactive moments that the characters would show that didn’t seem to fit either Ryou or a Lord of Darkness.  Examples such as the Stranger in Season 0, the moment when the yugi and the gang open the door and see Yami Bakura implode into Zorc dragon (why would he be in pain and struggle if he is Zorc? Why not just animorph into his god form??), or TKB’s confusion when control was lifted off of him. There’s also that moment where Yami Bakura has that moment of hesitation on the blimp. Does a God of Darkness need to think that hard?

I was also interested in how alive the Ring was portrayed. All the other items don’t move like a separate entity, they were reactive to each other when they were near or to the task the user imposes on it, except for the Puzzle. The Ring guides the user, it senses what the user wants and points. It might be because Zorc was there, but what is the advantage for Zorc to be a genie in a ring -JUST THE RING- and to be a terrible navigation unit? And why was he in the Ring and not any of the others, when the whole concept that you need all of them to resurrect him, is he or is he not part of all of them?

The habit of fragmenting the soul as also really interesting to me, because it felt like no matter how many times Yami Bakura did it, power remained and could be gathered again, and maintained the same level of consciousness. And what is the benefit of using TKB’s soul for this purpose? Why dilute yourself?

DSOD just mucked more things up, because if Zorc was banished why still magic in it? Why does it still have thrall? If something has thrall does it mean it has a level of consciousness even it it is primal? It is selective and it calls with and without Zorc. It functioned differently between Mahad, TKB and Ryou. The users also had different experiences.

And the general concept of desire and human greed making the items and that the ring specifically caters to it, its so good to me. It is also portrayed as the one of the items that traveled between hands of strangers or had enough human interaction to breed its reputation, and was not just passed down by inheritance.

I was also annoyed at how they just left it hanging with what happened during the Dark RPG and how would not acknowledge that TKB is separate from the Ring. If the Pharaoh finds peace, what do you do with TKB? How does his trial go? Is it his fault? Can you trial a god?

And thus all of that mixed with my agonizing pain, made me think that perhaps like the other items, there is a factory baseline of power in the Ring, and the baseline power is to grant wishes or help the user obtain it. Its very concept is tightly connected to desire and desire can take all forms, form that can either grow or corrupt, which the latter is Zorc’s jam.  And since it makes no sense to me for Zorc to hang onto a piece of TKB, and the strange lapse of personality, I figured there was something else that did, something that was not Zorc, TKB or Ryou, but something that was corrupted from its baseline function which was to connect with the wearer and deliver their wants and needs, hence the Spirit of the Ring and getting puppeted and used by Zorc.