#but baby dragon has made a reappearance!

[ddostoyevskyy]

How To Tame Your Dragon

Zhongli

note: idk, just this old man in his almost dragon form is making me go feral, so I'm making a part 2 — so, sorry if this is kinda short. THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! 🥳 A whole blown smut before I go vanish for a while because I have to prepare for our research defense IN A WEEK, KWKSKSKKK —

It seems like you ended up going all the way when he seems to have not calmed down by the way his fingers are trembling as it reach to you — it seems like you have to tame your dragon now.

Warnings: SEXUAL CONTENT; size kink (yes), dacryphilia, biting/marking, unprotected sex, missionary, riding, doggy style (don't ask me why I know this positions), oral sex, (I'm addicted to his fingers), oral fixation, pet names (yes), lots of dirty talk (yes), edging (yes), Zhongli has horns this time, Zhongli in rut, pheromones, cervix fucking (because, he’s that big), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, submissive Zhongli (mhm), a little bit of fem!dom and soft!dom Zhongli (you’re telling him what to do, he’s asking you what you want — CONSENT KING!), afab!reader.

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MASTERLIST

Part 1.

The whiff of the tensing atmosphere had been evident at his face as he pants on your mouth — fumbling his fingers through your skin as his claws digs, but still careful not to break your skin. His scent got stronger, luring you to go further; to have you touch him more than you're already touching and caressing him. His whole weight's pressed against you, almost making it hard to breath, but enough to let you feel lightheaded. His scent..... there's something off with his scent as he continue to kiss you hungrily, swirling his tounge harshly that you couldn't keep up with his pace anymore.

“Zhong — li!” You huffed his name as you pulled on his dark hair as he grunt in response, the harsh tug making him dive into your neck again as he licks, sucks and bite at the already swollen skin at his early ministrations. You feel hot and bothered, already feeling yourself dripping in anticipation as he tugs on your nightwear, the thin fabric of the sleeveless strap on your shoulder were hurriedly pulled down to reveal your chest.

He takes his time to admire you panting harshly underneath him, lips swollen and eyes twinkling with the same equally desire he could feel seeping between your thighs. Your chest were exposed to his visions as he drinks up the way you look below him right now — and how he seems to look..... massive and intimidating with his golden eyes glowing, the horns on the top of his head were prominent and sharp just like his claws as he paws on your chest, thumb tweaking gently on the nipple, making you gasp as your back arched at the feeling of his warm, large hand through your mound.

The scent earlier had reappeared again, this time, it smells forest and wood as you breathily moaned through the silence of night, closing your eyes at the sensation of both of his hands now experimentally caressing your mounds. The scent became prominent and more stronger as he watches you, pushing your thighs with his knee to settle himself between as you wrapped your legs on his waist, watching him with half-lidded eyes as your mouth fell open when you felt the massive problem you made between his thighs.

“Mhm, Zhongli,” You muttered his name when he leaned in to enclosed his mouth on your mound as you let out a sharp gasp of pain when his sharp teeth graze on the nipple as your hands immediately grasped his horns, grunting when you tightened your grasp. “N-No teeth, baby.”

He obliged, using his prolonged tounge instead to flick and suck on your nipple as his hand work on the other. Your body convulses at the foreign feeling of his warm tounge on your chest as your hips beginning to twitch, only making contact with his erection as you sharply hissed when you felt his pants created fiction on your only panty-clad clit as you earned a whiny sound from your lover.

His lips kiss lower as he littered your chest and stomach with marks, kissing every inch of your body, worshipping your glowing skin under the moonlight as his head finally settles between your thighs. You weren't even sure if he know how to do this — or is he in his right mind now as you finally taken a good look at Zhongli's expression; his golden eyes are glowing, imitating the golden sun that rays within the daylight —although his eyes were clouded enough to let him show you how he wanted to go this far and how his scent differs when you register what's happening with him now.

He's experiencing the heat of his cycle right now. His mind were haze when he smells your arousal, mind blown at the sight of the wet patch on your panties as you tug gently on his hair, pulling it backwards gently as he stared at you like a lost puppy.

You watched his tounge graze on your inner thigh, leaving yet another marks on your skin as you sighed at the feeling. You were dripping, and he could smell you and your fueling desires as his fingers dips between your thighs to finally reveal your aching heat on his sight, golden eyes trembling at the sight of your sticky arousal dripping before he finally dives in, mouth open and tounge out as he experimentally lick at your entrance up to your clit that made your body shook and a loud moan fell off your lips.

You taste divine, heavenly and intoxicatingly that even though, he don't know exactly what to do — he dives in, tounge lolling out to take a better taste of your dripping arousal now mixing with his saliva, making a huge mess on his face — but, he did not care as he poked his tounge through your entrance and you're wailing at the sensation, eyes rolling and closing immediately as you cry out, grinding your hips now on his face as he let you use his tounge, prodding and poking on your entrance, but as tight as you are — he had a hard time inserting his tounge inside of you at how tense you are.

So, he put a hand on your navel, pushing your hips down on the bed to stop you from grinding on his face as he finally feel how tense you are right now — you don't really know where to place your hand at the euphoric feeling, although it did frightened you a little, Zhongli has been nothing, but patient with you the whole time as he waited for you to tell him to stop and he will obey — although, the only thing that had been falling on your mouth is nothing, but moans and whines.

“Calm down, darling,” He kissed through your inner thighs, trying to make you feel relaxed as he reach for your hand, intertwining it with his as his other arm hooked underneath your thighs to keep you close on his face. "You can tell me to stop, and I will. You're so tense, I can't push my tounge in."

You feel the heat went through your cheeks as you flushed red on his bold comment as he watches you with gleamy, golden eyes to wait for your response.

"Stop saying such lewd things, My Lord!" The endearment fell on your lips as you felt him smile against your skin, nuzzling his nose on the mark he made on your inner thigh.

"I was just.... are you sure about this?" You were sure his patience had already cut through in a thin line, yet his voice were still deep, yet gentle in your ears. Earlier, you were encouraging and even boldly teaching him how to kiss and now the gentle dragon on your arms changed into a raging beast as he answered you with his mouth enclosed on your clit, making your body jolt and back arching yet again away on his bed as you writhe and harshly panted when his tounge finally settles inside your cunt, earning a broken moan as he felt breathless between your thighs as he slurps and drinks up on what your pussy can give to him.

You were too engrossed to your own pleasure, couldn't keep up on his relentless tounge when he started a faster pace, the sound of your arousal and him eating you out without a break that you wondered if he could even breath. You curse underneath your breath when you feel his two digits prodding inside, stretching and scissoring you open as he continues to laps on your clit, making out with your pussy as what he did on your lips.

He felt you tightening on his digits as you wriggle on his grasp, trying to hold your orgasm as much as you can as you wanted to feel his warm tounge and fingers more you could ever imagine. Never in your thoughts he's such a fast learner with someone inexperienced even though, he have such a handsome face and large figure. He uses his sharp canines to graze on your clit just like what he did to your nipple, doing what you taught him to kiss with your pussy as his fingers penetrated deep enough as he grinds his digits inside, specifically finding that spot that will surely will bring you in your end of sanity.

"Fuck, ah, fuck — Zhongli!" His fingers felt deep as his nails added the heightening pleasure that your ears started ringing. You felt the coil tightening on your lower stomach as you mutters his name like a prayer aside with pleas and your warning at your impending orgasm.

It wasn't long until the tip of his fingers graze on that one spot he finally found as you failed to warned him when something snaps inside of you as you came, back arching and mouth falling open with a silent scream as you gripped on the sheets and at his hand intertwined with yours. He moans lowly as he lapped at your pussy, messily eating you out to ride your high as your hips twitched and his fingers drenched with your cum. Gasping as you watch him licked his lips clean.

“You taste so good.” He muttered a praise, placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you taste yourself for a moment as he admired his drenched fingers glistening with your cum. He also admired the mess he made between your legs — all dripping wet and drooling as you reached for his wrist, taking his two fingers he used to take you in that brink of orgasm that left you shaking as you put his soaked digits on your mouth, swirling your tounge around as you taste yourself, humming on his fingers as he stared at you in bewilderedment.

You look sexy, seductive even as you keep an eye contact with him sucking on his fingers. He never could thought you will appear more attractive than you already are as your hand reach to work his clothes off — unbuttoning his dress shirt as you finally saw what's underneath — this was truly the Geo Archon — his whole arm covered with black and gold patterns up to his hands that you didn't even noticed. He looked divine, a God bestowed upon on top of you as you shakily sighed. He noticed your admiration, though he searched for any discomfort nor hesitations on your eyes — he found nothing, but desire and sincerity as he watched your fingertips graze on the proof of him being the God of contracts — the Archon distinguished by in a form of dragon that you had yet to tame.

“Zhongli...”

“Are you sure about this, darling?” It was now his turn to ask you as he sits up straight, fumbling on his belt as he slids it off slowly to let you have time to rethink and back out even though he could feel it on his throat; his heat cycle — his rut that is now beginning to rise on his body as he sighed. “I'm sure, there's still some another time for this.”

He assured, although he intentionally let his pheromones swift on the air to make sure you will be relaxed — the scent he let out will help you take him a lot more easier, although he was sure you were still as tight fit, he'll make sure he will make it fit without hurting you in a way that you would say no and cry on his embrace — no, he wanted to make you cry out of pleasure just like what he did while eating you out; now he wanted to make you cry out with his cock — although he wasn't sure if you can take it even.

But, the glint and determination in your eyes only urge him futhermore as he zips his pants open and your hands fiddles on the sheets as you watch his cock springs up, and — oh, my — surely a size of an Archon as it slaps on your inner thigh, heavy and leaking with pre-cum as you reach for his cock — your hand look much smaller as you sure you can't even wrap your hand around it at all.

He hissed through his teeth when he felt your warm hand on his massive cock as he takes a hold of both of your thighs, lifting it up on his shoulders as you breath heavily when you realized what position are you in.

A perfect position that he is sure to ease himself inside of you all the way in.

You shuddered when he placed a gentle kiss on your thighs, his cock now resting heavy on your stomach, gripping the tip with your thumb, he hissed at the pressure as he lowered his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as his cock twitch on your hand. He's pulsing and sensitive as his tail moves franctically, wrapping around your body and you shuddered at the feeling.

“Let me make you come one more time, you're still tense, darling.”

You giggled, “I think, you were more nervous than I am. Please, just take me.”

He shook his head on your neck, placing another kiss as he created more purplish marks on your skin. He sits up straight again, running a hand through his hair as his muscles flexed. His golden eyes staring down on your stomach where his cock lays awaiting.

“You see this, darling?” His fingers graze on top of his tip, just right below your belly button as you watch him pressed on the spot, “This is how deep I am going inside of you.”

You whimpered at his words, his fingers working magic inside of you again as you writhe underneath him, hands clawing on his wrist, on his arm, and on his chest as he pushed his third digit inside of you, the burning stretch of his thick fingers aches, yet your pleasure and sensitivity on heightens when his thumb added pressure as it pressed on your clit, slowly circling and caressing the swollen bud. The pleasure had your hands working on his cock too, moving your hands around his shaft as his breath hitch as he moans lowly.

“Z-Zhongli, ah,” There it is again, his name falling on your lips whenever you were near your climax, eyes rolling back of your head when he pump his fingers inside of you a little faster — his fingers work deeper that he doesn't need to find that spot anymore as the tip of his finger had already hitting that spot again and again, hips twitching and lips unable to form a flowery of sentences as you keep calling his name again and again. “Please, please, please!”

He didn't know what you are begging for aa he studied your expression, furrowed eyebrows and half-lidded eyes as your mouth fell open.

“K-Kiss me, kiss me!” You finally plead as you yelp at the sensation, hands trembling as you reached for his neck, pulling him down to capture his lips at another passionate kiss as you gasped on his mouth, body trembling when your orgasm came crashing down on your body. He had pulled out his fingers, only placing it with his own cock as his tip slides in easily now that you're still coming, clenching around him as he hissed, moaning on the kiss as your eyes widened.

His fingers felt nothing like his cock; warm and huge as it stretch you further than he already did on his fingers. You hold on his shoulders, scratching his skin at the pain as you cry out his name. Your orgasm seems to prolonged as your pussy convulsed around his cock — although he had only pushed the tip in as his golden eyes fixed at the way you swallow his tip in.

“Relax.” He growled, mouth latching on your skin as he tried to calm your trembling body down as he push another inch in, savoring the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock, and he's not even halfway.

“Ah, it hurts! Slow down, baby, please.” He hummed in your skin as he worked himself inside of you, easing every inch that you can or can't take anymore as your hand scratch on his chest.

You felt like coming at the sensation, the delicious stretch of his cock is making you dizzy, adding that his scent from earlier had swift on the air again —making your head dizzy at the pleasure as your thighs wrapped around his waist. He propped himself on his elbow besides your head as he stares down at you — your eyes intently looking down on where you two are connected, seeing how he's not even halfway in but you feel so full at the moment.

“So tight..... how do you feel, darling? Does it hurt? I can pull out.” He muttered, even though he's already at his limits into ramming his cock all the way inside, though, when you move your hips forward — he already had an idea on what you're planning as he moaned, the friction of your thighs scraping on his pants made you feel frenzy as you gasped, taking inch and inch until you took all to the base.

He's awestruck at the way you move your hips as Zhongli felt your pussy convulsing again — a sign that you're coming for the third time of the night. He grunted at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him cock and milking him in all its worth as your teeth sinks on the skin of his neck as you harshly panted. He moaned at the feeling mixing altogether.

“Fuck, tight.... so tight, ah,” He moaned directly in your ear that made you shivered, already so sensitive as his fingers graze on your nipples, only adding at the sensitive sensation of your body. He felt uncomfortably massive inside of you, yet you finally got used at the delicious stretch of his cock. “I could feel myself here on your stomach, darling.”

“Ah! Don't press it!” You warned when you felt the palm of his hand presses on the bulge of your stomach as you pant.

“M-Move, Zhongli, please,” You muttered, placing a kiss on his jaw as he gulped. Your move your hips backward, just enough to let his cock slid out, leaving his tip in as both of your hands cradle on his shoulders for support. You slam your hips back forward and gasped, taking him whole again, the rough drag of his cock inside is making your nails dig on his skin as he moaned out. “L-Like that, Zhongli. Please.”

“How —”

“Move your hips like this,” You instructed, loosening your thighs around his waist a little as your palm planted on his chiseled abdomen, feeling the muscles flexed as you push his hips away just to plant your ankle on his lower back to push him all the way in inside of you again and your back arched. “T-That —! Ah!”

“Mhm, ah,” He moaned directly in your ears as he started to move gently, pulling out to leave the tip in as he slam all the way back inside again. The slow pace he made is making you feel more of him as he relished at the way you coated his cock with your cum as it made a noise other than the moans and whines falling off your lips. “Feels good, feels so good.”

It felt way more hotter than it already is a moment ago when Zhongli felt more harsher and body trembling at the feeling of your pussy sucking him tightly — but it felt like there's still a long way until he will feel that impending orgasm he still have to chase. Right now, you were wailing, moaning and gasping at his slow pace, savoring the heat of the moment until you will beg him for more, although you honestly did like this pace where you could feel every vein and inch of his massive cock drilling slowly as his tip continuously poking on your cervix.

Every drag of his cock has you trembling underneath as he pants, staring down at you — studying your expression as it turned more desperate; like you were begging for more, begging him with your eyes as your body bounce with each of his heavy thrust. His hips moving in erratically rhythm, yet he managed to hit that spot inside of you when he aimed his hips a little higher that had your voice getting louder and breathier.

His mouth latch on your neck again, creating more and more marks that you are sure will stay for week or two. The scent had appeared on the air again as you gasped, clawing on the skin of his back as your thighs tremble when he sent a certain harsh thrust. He remove your other hand on his back, holding it right on your stomach and you sweae you can feel him moving in and out in your own flesh, his cock dragging along your walls as you hissed out a cry.

“Zhongli, Zhongli, Zhongli —!” You continue to mutter his name like a prayer as he hummed in your mouth, lapping on your jaw through your chin where you drool. His lips captures yours as his mouth drown any sounds — tounge dancing around yours as he sucks on your tounge. Your hips begin to move, meeting his thrusts halfway — the bottom of your thighs beginning to redden when it keeps scraping the rough texture of his pants.

“Please, please — ah!” He grunted, unclasping his lips to yours as his mouth agape, watching your expression, brushing your hair out of your erotic face.

“What do you want, darling? Tell me. I'm doing nothing if you won't tell me.” He answers with a breathy laugh as he place kisses all over your face and you giggle, enjoying his affection through the heat of the moment.

“Faster, faster, please.” You plead and he hummed against your throat.

“Are you sure? I'm giving you some time to get used to it, sweetheart. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere.” He retorted back and you huffed, planting your hands on his chest as you push him down on the bed, keeping him still inside of you as you gasped when your ass made contact with his thighs — he's much deeper this time and you regretted quickly when he's now underneath of you, golden eyes widening and his mouth agape when your pussy clench at the sudden deep intrusion that had your thighs trembling and hands planting on his chest for support.

“I-I'm not letting you go anywhere — ah — not when y-you're finally inside m-me.” You stuttered, slowly and surely, you move your hips up, taking the half of his cock out as you drop all the way down again, moaning when he's now fully hitting your cervix at this position without even moving. He hissed at your words, honeyed eyes eyeing your glorious form on top of him, admiring the blue-purplish marks on your skin and chest, down to your stomach where he could see his huge cock taking a shape down to where your pussy has swallowed every inch he could give to you.

“Move, darling, please.” He pleads, holding on your hips as he rubs the bruised skin caused by his claws, his other hand clasping on your own for your support and you shoot him a seductive smile, eyes glinting with mischief and, Archons forbid what you’re possibly thinking right now, because the God below you, whose panting and losing his mind at the tight grip of your warmth — the Geo Archon, whose moaning and calling your name is under your mercy.

He’s completely lost with lust, the smell of sex mingling with your sweet scent (that, he can only smell) adding on his heightened senses as he feels way more hotter, the gold patterns plastered on his arms glows more prominent as you took notice.

You bit your lip — he looks so sexy right now. Never in your life you’ll think you can have this Archon, your lover in a beautiful mess on his own sheets. He’s losing his sanity at your mercy, yet he managed to not push you back on the bed and fuck you right then and there.

Maybe, he got more self control than you have — although that doesn’t matter; he’s finally inside of you, he’s finally got the urge to make love to you even though you knew, he would regret and blame himself tomorrow because of the blooming marks he left on your body. Though, you don’t mind, still, you have to comfort him if anything. Why will you worry about what happen after this? Now’s not the time to be clouded by your impending thoughts when he’s already whimpering and breathily moaning underneath you; begging you to, just, please, move just a little, maybe just a little.

Zhongli had anticipated that you will now move — but, he didn’t expect that you will move your hips — like this!

He gritted his teeth as his hand intertwined with yours tightened when you move your hips forward and backwards — not up and down — as you grind your hips down, swollen clit rubbing on his skin as you throw your head back, moaning and gasping as his tip continue to grind on your cervix. Your hips twisted and moves eratically as you finally got the strength to move up and down, body bouncing on top of him as you place both of your hands on his thighs for support.

Zhongli gasped at the pressure of your hips, eyeing the bulge appearing on your stomach as his moans turns into breathy moans and a little high pitched whines that he didn’t even know if that’s his voice anymore. He can feel you coming again as you pull him to sit up, slamming your lips on his own — something he catch up that became your habit whenever your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your lips move unnecessarily, teeth clashing and tounge dancing.

“C-Close, ah —” He moaned in your mouth as his hips started to move on its own, you swear you could feel him in your throat now. He’s pulsing, body trembling as he harshly pants in your mouth, slurping and sucking on your mouth as you scratch the back of his skin, adding the oversensation pleasure rising on his lower stomach until —

“Fuck —!” He huffed when you pulled out, his golden eyes tearing up as he felt his climax unrealesed. He already had an idea beforehand that you will pull something like this, but he never knew you were such a heartless woman. He made you come several times, why can’t he?

You giggled at his situation, almost feeling bad, yet you want to tease him just a little bit as your hand grasp on his aching cock, still hard and drooling with pre-cum and your cum coating, making his cock appears slippery on your palm as he hissed — sensitivity had touched his body when he’s deprived from coming inside of you.

“Ah, darling, please,” He whines, eyes teary and how could you deny those pleas? He looks so submissive right now as he stared up to you. “L-Let me come.”

“Only if you will do what I want, My Lord,” You softly says before lifting your hips as you turn around, back facing him as you stand in all fours, arching your ass on his cock as he drools at the sight of your pussy gaping and leaking. “I want you to fuck me; fast. Show me how much of a dragon you are; show me what a real dragon and a beast you are, Lord Morax.”

He hissed underneath his breath, hurriedly pushing his knees down on the bed as he lines up back to your pussy, putting a large hand on your lower back to make you arch deeper more as you mewl at the position — this position will make you sure he can push everything of him inside of you as he put the tip in, a breathy whine escapes his lips when he can feel himself pulse inside of you. His other arm landed beside you as you take the opportunity to hook your arm around his wrist for support.

Because the way he’s literally breathing hard, mixed with growls and huffs is a sign that he’s making sure you were satisfied — or dying of pleasure by the end of this session.

You already deprived him of his impending orgasm, now that you were in a vulnerable position; back arched and caged on his large form — you were sure there is no escape. He already has his huge cock shoved inside of you to the hilt and he wasted no time drilling his hips, hips clapping on your ass as your grip tightened on his arm, bracing yourself at his pace; fast and hard, ramming on your every spot and hitting all the way to your cervix as he huff a chuckle, followed by a certain loud moan that escapes his lips when you were clenching hard again.

“AH —! Zhongli!” You screamed, scratching on the skin of his arm as you reach your other hand behind, only to grasp on his horns as he grunted when you tug harshly, his pace only quickening in an inhumane speed as your legs gave out, chest planting on the silk sheets as he paws on your breast, sucking on the skin of your back as he did not stop his aching pace that had you coming again for the numerous times of the night. “Mhm, Coming! I’m coming!”

Unlike what you did, he continue his harsh pace, as he bites on the skin of your neck, marking you again and again to make sure he’s all yours — and you are all his to take. You already had his heart on your hand, your body is made for his marks, and your pussy is perfect for his cock as he’s ramming a harshly, sharp thrusts, just to made you a complete, babbling mess underneath him.

Your teeth enclose on the skin of his hand crawling away from his drilling hips as your other hand reached for anything; his sheets, trying to run away from his cock, but he only catches your wrist, pinning it down on the bed as you moaned, muffled as you plant your face on his bed.

“You — ah — fuck, you wanted this, right, darling?” He muttered in your flushed ears as you whimpered when his arm enclose to your shoulders to pull you back upwards in mid-air, bracing on his arm when he used it as his leverage to even fuck you faster and deeper as you helplessly move your hips to meet his fast and hard pace. “S-So, don’t fucking run away, because I’m not done with you, yet.”

“AH — AH! ZHONGLI!”

“Hmm, yes, darling?” He bit on your earlobe as he felt your body shook on his grasp, relishing at the way your hips trembles and eyes rolling back on your head as he licks at the nape of your neck. “What do you want?”

“You —! Ah! Please, please, please, please!” You plead — you didn’t even know what you’re pleading anymore as your head spin at the overwhelming pleasure, tightening more on his cock as he moaned out in your ear. His pace became sloppy, the wet sounds between your body became louder as his pace became uneven.

He hissed, “What do you want? Tell me, I’ll give you what you want if you’ll tell me, ah.”

“Come —! Come inside!”

You didn’t have to tell twice when he’s already whining with an unusual tone, moaning when you heard a pop! sound as you gasped, feeling his cock getting more bigger than before as his hips stilled, his cock pushed through the hilt as the fire on your stomach explodes, milking him dry as your body shakes on his grasp.

You’re wailing when you feel something inside of you — before you feel warm spurts of his cum painting your insides as his denied orgasm came crashing back as he moaned, sinking his teeth on your shoulder and your eyes watered at the double sensation of his teeth and his cock knotting you — both pain and pleasure adding to the mixture of sweats and sex as your body goes limp, so as your lover when his grasp loosen, but not completely letting go of you as your body dropped on the bed gently.

“Mhm, you’re still coming?” You genuinely asked and he grunted, nuzzling his nose on your cheek as he planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Shit — don’t even try on pulling something like that to me, sweetheart. This will happen, alright?” He answered with a huff and you giggled. “Although, my heat won’t be completely gone for sure, will you still help me?”

You pursed your lips as you breathily sighs. It seems like, you still had yet to tame your dragon when it looks like he will not be stopping tonight.

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[toadagere]

Doing a writing prompt for Gabriel and his family 🩷 Prompt Generator Here!

Gabriel watched the dark sky. Rain was better than the constant snow the city got, but he didn't like the thunder or lighting. Too many bad memories were brought up by them. After another home shaking boom of thunder, Gabriel grabbed his stuffed dragon and pacifier, before stepping out of the room.

He was looking for mama. Mama always made him feel better. After another flash of lighting, he picked up his pace. He found her in her armchair, sewing with Laura. Mama looked up at him, and set down her sewing project.

"Oh, sweetheart. Is the storm scary?" She spoke so softly, soothing his fears. He nodded and rushed over to her when another crack of thunder sounded through the sky. She lets him into her lap and he cuddles up to her, hiding his head in her neck. His sniffles sounded throughout the room, and he tightened his hold on Mama.

"Oh, my sweet baby." Marie couldn't help but feel bad for the state of her husband. She knew that this was the healthiest option for coping with everything that happened to him. She looked over and noticed Laura was no longer beside her.

Laura had left the room and came back proudly with a sippy cup of apple juice. They couldn't figure out why, but Gabriel loves apple juice when regressed. Marie smiles and thanks Laura, while the girl hands it to Gabriel.

He blinks up at his sister. Spitting out his pacifier, the clip keeping it from hitting the floor, Gabriel took the sippy cup and started drinking from it. Marie starts rocking him, and he melts into her more. Laura disappeared again, only to reappear with her favorite book. Sure, it was a strategy book for one of her games, but Marie had no problem reading it for both of her kids.

However, she has to move to one of the bigger chairs, in order to sit both of her kids in her lap. Once comfortable, Laura cuddled into her side, while Gabriel was cuddled to her chest, sipping his apple juice. Marie began to read the book to both of them, Gabriel was too little to really understand any of the book, but Laura was hanging onto every word. Marie couldn't be any happier for a rainy day.

[respectthepetty]

I know you've been getting a bunch of asks about your favourite qls, but I'm specifically curious about what your favourite *chaotic* qls are.

Off the top of my head, some chaotic qls I enjoyed were Chains of Heart (THE GLOVE DISCOURSE, THE SUBTITLES, etc) and Big Dragon (asshole4asshole? no. clown4clown), while also enjoying the way that the shows were shot.

@kayatoasted, I'm re-reading this ask to make sure I don't answer it with my favorite *trashy* qls, like Hit Bite Love and Together With Me.

You want *chaotic* and they had to be beautifully shot, so although I love the chaos known as Love Mechanics and Dangerous Romance, both had beautiful shots but weren't consistently beautifully shot.

And I had to have enjoyed not only how it was shot but the show itself, so shows like Vice Versa and Only Friends are out.

No, you want my favorite beautifully shot *chaotic* qls that stayed chaotic which significantly reduces the list, but I can give it to you!

My Favorite Beautifully Shot Chaotic BLs

given in no particular order, and much like this subject, this list is chaos

Dee Hup House - Yes, the entire house

I'm not coming for Director Tee or Cinematography Jim. Their shows are beautiful and more adult. I have loved every single one of them. But the endings . . . ? The endings wobble in Step by Step, Something in My Room, Hidden Agenda, and I Feel You Linger in the Air. Yes, I'm including the last one because Tee & Co seem to pick long ass novels that should be multiple seasons, yet a lot of nothing gets shoved into each over-an-hour-long episode, which causes chaos. Even Lovely Writer, which I love the ending, had a moment with the dad's reveal that didn't have time to get fleshed out. Look at Step by Step. We had an entire baby happen in three episodes when the side couple fizzled. I will watch every show from this company and gush about it, but I know it's going to be beautiful chaos.

Big Dragon - Duh!

I'm not going to defend this show. Y'all already know I love this show. It was beautiful. It was chaotic. It was the moment. Period.

Chains of Heart - It's a given

You mentioned it in your ask with reasons why: It was beauty. It was grace. Then, it kicked us in the face. The plot itself was hard to grasp, but the subs only made it worse! Who was who? Why were there so many Men in Black? How did they all fit into the plot? Why would Din volunteer for an entire face transplant only to reappear, never tell Ken it was actually him, then disappear again?! And yet the cinematography was selling this wonderful vision to me each and every episode. I hated it there, and I need more of it immediately. WHERE IS MY SPECIAL EPISODE?!

Not Me - Think about it

We all need to be very honest with ourselves, and really reflect on the premise of this show. Todd put Black in the hospital, proceeds to call his twin, White, to act as him. White says yes even though he has absolutely no idea about Black's life, but he gets a big ass tattoo and his ass kicked multiple times by Sean (because he can't fight). While that is happening, we have Yok chasing around a rouge artist who is actually a cop named Dan who killed [spoilers] dad and Gram is apparently straight the entire time. Then, Papang is in it. Oh, and let's not forget being held hostage in a black van that protestors beat on until the kidnappers, just, let, them, go. Sure, Jan. And I didn't even mention Sean's leap across buildings! It was a good show. It's in my tops. I love it. The rainbow flag scene is embedded in my heart with the other beautifully shot protest scenes. But it was chaos! Let's hold space for that truth.

609 Bedtime Story - Messed up TWICE!

I enjoyed this show until I didn't, and that was when we got TWO endings, yet neither made sense. The colors in the show were immaculate. The plot though? Chaos. One character was traveling back in time and the other was traveling forward, but they weren't even in the same dimension. Then, the sister could not take a fucking hint and ruined the central love story by being a dramatic heterosexual. The point of the time travel was useless because one of the characters still died, but it didn't matter since that character was still alive in the other dimension and . . . MAKE IT MAKE SENSE, MARY!

Cupid's Last Wish - It was the mom for me!

EarthMix have gotten Director Aof twice, so maybe this is why this series, which isn't Aof, feels like chaos. It has such amazingly gorgeous outdoor shots, that I wonder if Thailand's Ministry of Tourism sponsored some part of this show. The series is a great advertisement for Thailand's beautiful landscape and cuisine, but then we have that plot. Body-swapping isn't the issue, at least not for me. The issue is the timeline. For a man who wanted to get out of his sister's body as quickly as possible, Win was doing the most to hold up the process. Oh, AND THE DAMN MOTHER! She was the true villain of the show, which got glossed over in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment. I'll never get over that reveal even though the show wanted me to by the next scene. She really did that shit and kept it a whole ass secret until the very last damn moment. *looks into the distance at a baby cow* AHHHHHHH!

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner - In short

I'm going to quit picking on Thailand for two seconds to pick on Korea instead. Like all the others on this list, I like this show, and I've actually rewatched it a few times because I think it's pretty and it's so short. But there lies the problem - It's too short. The math was not mathing and the plot was not plotting. It skipped over information that was pivotal to the story. I still have no idea what that idol business was really about. From what the kind folks of Tumblr gathered, the idol was apparently supposed to get the guy in their past lives, but the other guy stole him and that's why he was crazy. How hard would that have been to explain to the audience? I did it in less than a sentence, but apparently the show spent its budget on lighting and not screenwriting or editing.

#1 - Mood Indigo - A masterpiece!

I wrote that these weren't ranked, yet here is number one in "My Favorite Beautifully Shot Chaotic BLs" list. The other shows on this list are child's play in comparison to the second installment that serves as the prequel in The Pornographer/The Novelist series. Regardless if it's a BL or not, leave it to Japan to offer me this deliciously beautiful chaos. Unlike all the other shows, the plot of this show is not what makes it chaotic, but . . . it is. It's not chaotic in the sense that it's disorganized or doesn't make sense. It makes perfect sense, and that's why it is chaos. It's supposed to be.

One character is depressed and has no fucks to give, so if something stirs an emotion in him, he does it without question (including giving the other character a bj in front of the older man who demanded it for another novel). Then, we have the other character who should be the more logical of the two, but somehow he is worse. I. Love. It. Everything that happens in this series makes everything we saw in the first season click into place including why these two toxic assholes are 1) toxic, 2) assholes, and 3) STILL FRIENDS!

God, they're awful.

I love them.

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Casting Pearls Before Time - Ch 2

A bit of a shorter chapter this time but its for worldbuilding purposes I prommy

Six months after suddenly reappearing, Ingo encounters someone he thinks he remembers. Only problem is, he can't remember anything before he returned to Unova, so it's hard to say

Words: ~1300

“So, who did you say she was again?” Elesa walked alongside the twins as they made their march back to their apartment, telling their adoptive sister everything that had happened the night prior. As soon as she had gotten off work, the twins had gone to collect her and bring her over. Pearl had opted not to leave, not just yet. Figuring there was nowhere for her to go, they had shrugged and Emmet had left some joltik in charge.

“She cannot remember her name, so we have taken to calling her Pearl. She does not speak Galarian either, however, I seem to be able to understand the language she speaks. It was the one I spoke upon my arrival here. I recall her dimly from my last terminal, but nothing else has come to mind yet.” Ingo opened the door to their apartment complex and they climbed up the stairs. 

“What language is it?” Elesa sipped on her iced coffee. How she was drinking that as the weather cooled, Emmet had no idea.

“We are unsure,” Emmet said. Elesa stopped for a moment, watching in silence as the younger twin unlocked the door. 

“You haven’t checked?” 

Both silver heads turned to her, even as Emmet turned the knob. “No?” Ingo asked. “How are we meant to? Neither of us is well-acquainted with all languages-”

“Oh my dragons, you two. Emmet, you’ve had the internet for years.” She sighed and crossed the threshold before the other two. “Leave it to me. Where is this guest of yours?” 

Ingo called out first, in that foreign language again. A soft voice came in reply. The bathroom door swung open and there stood Pearl, still wearing the same thing she’d had on last night when they’d found her. She cocked her head at Elesa and smiled, waving shyly. “Oh she’s a cutie,” Elesa gushed. “Like a little baby Happiny. How old is she? She looks so young, she’s adorable.”

“I will tell Skyla about this. She’d be so jealous,” Emmet teased. 

Elesa stuck her tongue out at him. “Not in that way, nerd. Besides, I never get attached like that before confirming their age is close to mine. Does she know who I am in regards to you two?” 

Ingo began to speak to Pearl in rapid-fire sentences, gesturing to Elesa. She nodded and made some noise of understanding. “She does now. I have informed her that you are our sister.”

“Basically, yeah.” She pulled up an app on her phone. Emmet peeked over her shoulder. 

“What’s that?” he asked her. 

“Here.” She tapped the button in the middle. She looked up at the girl and smiled, opening and closing her hand a few times to imitate a mouth and then pointing to the phone. She held the device out to the girl, who looked at it like it might explode. 

She spoke into it, a quick phrase that sounded like a question. The app loaded for a second, before it spit out words in an understandable language to Emmet. 

“[WHAT IS DEVICE?]” the phone blared in a vaguely feminine voice. 

Elesa read the screen. Her eyes narrowed. “It seems she’s speaking some form of Sinnohan, though the app is having trouble being able to tell which one. It might need to be updated.”

“Can you ask her? Maybe she could tell you.” Emmet asked enthusiastically. 

“If she can’t remember her name, how is she supposed to remember what form of Sinnohan she’s speaking?” Ingo pointed out. 

Emmet shrugged. “Never know until you try. Maybe just ask where she’s from? Or how old is she?”  Elesa tapped on the microphone icon and spoke into the phone, asking the question in Galarian. 

The phone responded in Sinnohan. Pearl looked at the device funny as she answered slowly. 

[I KNOW DO NOT. I HAVE NINETEEN YEAR OLD.]

“It seems to be having trouble with her dialect,” Ingo said. “I can understand what she’s saying perfectly, her version is the one I understand better.”

“Then you must be from wherever she’s from. Hmm…” Elesa fiddled with her phone before shutting it off. “It seems like that isn’t working well…” She paced around, mulling it over in her head. Emmet could practically see the gears turning in her brain. 

“Is there anything else we can try?” Ingo asked. “I could translate for now. I feel that the device is rather undignified and it dumbs down her method of speech. And it cannot have a proper conversation.” He swiped at his own Xtrans. “And it appears to be getting to about lunchtime. Perhaps we can postpone this discussion for now.”

It was not hard to convince the others as they began to come up with ideas for food. 

—--------------

Pearl looked up at the buildings around her with the same wonder as Ingo had when he’d first reappeared in Nimbasa - as though she’d never seen them before. Tall skyscrapers and apartment complexes rising from each street corner, extending into the sky like multicolored fingers gripping for the clouds. There were a few times they had to call out to her to keep up with them. 

And the pokemon. Everytime she looked away from the buildings long enough, she was shocked by the pokemon. Emmet did not need to talk to her to recognize that she was simultaneously fascinated and frightened by the creatures. Whether a Lillipup or a Zweilous, she gave all pokemon a wide berth and did her best to tag close to the group. 

“So now that we’ve eaten something, what’s the plan?” Elesa shut the door behind them and took off her scarf, hanging it on a hook. Emmet and Ingo hung their hats on their respective hooks and shrugged. 

“No idea,” Emmet said. Ingo didn’t offer anything, either. 

“Well, I’ve been thinking,” Elesa started as she sat down on the couch, “I don’t know of any linguists nearby, but I do know someone from Sinnoh. Clay’s family immigrated to Unova from there and he knows some family stuff and speaks some of the language. I can see if maybe he’d know something about her or the Sinnoh language. In the meantime, she can stay here and maybe learn some Galarian. Or we can learn some of that other language. I’d just like to be able to talk to Pearl.” 

The mentioned girl was currently sitting at the table, staring out the window. Elesa had lent her some clothes, as with autumn coming, her normal clothes would not be warm enough. Funny enough, when Ingo had asked Pearl if she’d like something warmer, she’d said she was already balming as it was, but had still taken the clothes so that she could fit in a little better with the crowd. 

"That seems as good a place to start as any," Ingo mused. "I wonder, however… I was found in Sinnoh. Pearl speaks some form of Sinnohan. But I distinctly remember being in Hisui…" He rubbed his chin. "Seeing her, I can almost remember other things, they are just barely out of reach. I remember… a pokemon, with purple fur, that stood like a human. Long claws. And I remember white. Lots of white…" 

"Do not strain yourself," Emmet tutted. "You will give yourself a migraine." 

"Yes, yes…" Ingo seemed a thousand miles away. 

"I can get an audience with Clay tomorrow," Elesa said. "In the meantime, I'd say let's try to learn some words of Pearl's language. Ingo can teach us." 

"Would it not make sense for her to learn Galarian?"

"Yeah," Elesa admitted, "but it feels… wrong to force that on her, you know? She's already lost and alone. Why take the last thing she has from her?" Emmet sensed there was something else to it. He glanced at Ingo, still lost in thought. He gestured to his brother and raised an eyebrow. Elesa nodded, not meeting his eyes. 

Emmet nodded. That made sense.

[First] - [Next]

[monkeythefander]

A Witch and a Baby

Chapter 1: Prologue- The Day Logan Became a Dad

Content Warnings: None that I know of (let me know if I missed anything in the comments)

Summary: Logan lived by himself and didn’t exactly have any friends, until a baby suddenly appeared in his life.

(Aka: Logan’s guide to becoming a dad and making friends)

Click see more to read the fanfic.

It was late in the evening, and Logan was relaxing in his cottage in the Sanders woods. These woods are home to all sorts of magical beings. Logan happens to be a witch.

Logan was reading a mystery novel as he sat on his lounge chair in front of his fireplace. He was about to move onto the next chapter of his book when he heard a knock on his door. Logan waits for a moment before getting up, not expecting any visitors. He doesn’t exactly have any friends. The knock happens again, so Logan finally gets up and answers the door.

Outside of his house stood his ex-mentor, The Dragon Witch. Logan had first heard of the powerful witch with a dragon tattoo on her wrist as a teenager, and wanted to learn magic from her. When Logan turned 18, he went off to ask her for an opportunity to be her apprentice. She accepted him as her apprentice and he learned from her for four years. She taught him a lot of spells and gave him a place to stay so he could move out of his parents’ house. A few months ago, a now 22-year-old Logan felt that she couldn’t teach him anything else and decided to go off and keep studying magic on his own. So Logan told the Dragon Witch he was going off on his own, bought a cottage that was a good distance from a small village and made it his home. He told her where he was moving to in case she ever needed to speak to him. However, Logan didn’t expect his former mentor to want to see him again, since she seemed disappointed when he left.

“Hi, Logan. Long time no see.” The Dragon Witch says with a small smile on her face. It’s at this moment that Logan notices she’s holding something in her arms.

“Salutations, Ms. Dragon Witch. What brings you here this evening?” Logan asks curiously, while looking closely at whatever is in her arms.

“Oh, you don’t have to be so formal with me dear. You may not be my apprentice anymore, but you can still call me by my name.” She says.

“Okay, Delaney. Now, please tell me, what brings you here? And what’s that in your arms?” Logan says, tapping his foot slightly out of impatience.

“Oh, you mean this little one.” She says as she adjusts the thing in her arms to reveal it’s a baby wrapped in a blanket. The baby has a little bit of dark brown hair on their head and green scales on the left side of their face. They are asleep at the moment.

“Why do you have a baby? You always used to say you didn’t want to or have time to care for children.” Logan asks, staring at the baby in shock and confusion.

Delaney chuckles before responding. “Well, I had a bit of a potion mishap. I was trying to create a baby dragon for myself. After you left I’ve been wanting a companion, but none of the typical pets really like me. I thought I might as well live up to my name and create a dragon. But I seem to have messed up the potion somehow and ended up with this baby boy. He has scales, so the potion somewhat worked. His scales seem more snake-like though.”

“Okay…and why did you bring him here to meet me? I haven’t taken care of any babies before so if you need parenting advice I don’t think I’ll be of any help.” Logan says and crosses his arms.

“Don’t think so little of your skills Logan. You’d make a way better parent than I ever could. That’s actually why I brought this baby here. I want to give him to you.” Delaney says with a smile on her face. Logan stares at her in shock. He hasn’t seen her since he left her apprenticeship and now she reappears to ask him to raise a baby for her.

Delaney continues before Logan can try and argue against her idea. “You’re very smart and reliable Logan. Way more reliable than me. I’m always traveling to sell potions and gather ingredients to make more. I wouldn’t be able to provide a child with a stable home life. You on the other hand, from what I’ve heard from the village residents as I searched for you, tend to stay in one place. You keep to yourself and are frequently home. And you’re also very smart, so I know you’ll be able to figure out parenting on your own. You’re also the only person I trust with important things, like this baby. I wouldn’t want to send him to an orphanage or leave him on a random doorstep. So please, can you take care of this baby for me?” Logan stared at her for a moment, caught off guard by her kind words. Back when he worked for her, she did compliment him, but never this much.

“Are you completely handing over guardianship to me? Or do you still want to be involved in his life?” Logan asks.

“I’d like to be able to visit him when I can, but I wouldn’t want to be a parent. Maybe I’d consider myself his aunt. While you were my assistant I did start to feel like you were a younger brother I was trying to keep out of trouble.” Delaney says.

Logan sighs, “I didn’t cause that much trouble for you. Yes, some of my spells resulted in the cottage getting messed up but it was easy to fix. Anyways, okay, I’m fine with you being the aunt. And I guess I’ll take over the parental role for you since you trust me so much.”

“Oh, thank you Logan. I promise to visit and help out when I can. For now, here he is.” Delaney then hands Logan the baby. Logan carefully adjusts the infant in his arms and rocks him, trying to keep him calm since he woke up due to being put in someone else’s arms. The boy has one golden eye on the scaled side of his face and a brown eye on the other side.

“Does he have a name yet?” Logan asks. Delaney shakes her head no.

“I thought you should be the one to name him, since you’re going to be his dad. So, what will you name him?”

Logan then looks down at the baby boy in his arms and tries to think of a creative name. He then remembers being told about a certain god as a kid, and felt that the name would fit this child well.

“I’m going to name him Janus.” Logan says and the Dragon Witch smiles in response.

“That’s a lovely name, Logan.” She replies. Then she glances at her watch and sees how late it’s gotten. “I should probably go now, and let you and Janus get settled. I have to travel to sell some potions tomorrow, but I promise to come and visit again when I get back. Goodnight Logan.” Delaney waves goodbye before walking away into the night. Logan watched her go before stepping back into his house and closing the door with one hand, holding Janus with his other arm.

“I guess it’s just you and me now, Janus. I’ll do my best to take care of you. We can go to the village tomorrow to get some things for you.” Logan says to the baby, who makes a squeaking noise.

End notes: Thanks for reading. This is my first time trying to write a multi chapter story, so please leave a comment, like, or reblog if you’ve enjoyed so I’ll know you want me to continue this story.

Link to next part: https://www.tumblr.com/monkeythefander/737266270016241664/a-witch-and-a-baby-chapter-2-logan-makes-a

Link to this fanfic on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52055863/chapters/131648824

[the-darkdragonfly]

WIP Word Tag Game

tagged by: @hollyethecurious (Thank you, lovie!)

rules: find your given words in your WIPs and post a snippet containing the words, then tag others with their own sets of words :)

my words: Water (LMAO), hand(s), and glance

Hello darling! Thank you for the tag. These are three of my favorite words!

Water

Tempest, Chapter 9

They sat facing each other a long while, parchment between them, until Emma shivered from the chill of the dying fire, the water from the bath, long cold, cast glittering shadows on the ceiling as the flicker of the candles she had lit hours before burned low in their tapers. Killian had stood, chest bare with his wrist still free of the brace which he’d worn for centuries, and carefully pulled the sheet tighter around her shoulders- I’ll be right back, love- leaving the door standing ajar as he called down the stairs for more firewood, his hair a wreck from the hand that had been running through the strands all evening since she’d told him the once veiled truth of who she really was.

A Trick of the Light, Chapter 11

“Do you think my dad knows we’re gone, and that he needs to feed the chickens and Saoirse?” 

“Aye, but I fear he might not survive the experience.”

“He fought a dragon.” Emma quipped, raising her nose slightly in the air, as if navigating her beast of a horse was the same as simply conquering a dragon. 

“But he’s never faced an irritable, Emma-less Saoirse,” Killian yawned, stretching carefully to not dislodge the slumbering child on his chest, Liam’s cheek resting on the carefully folded shirt Emma had given him before heading quietly to the bath, the milk-scented cloth lulling their son into the same quiet sleep that had worked for their daughter only a few years earlier. 

She hummed, a miffed sort of sound, and continued to press the water from her hair while it hung like liquid gold in the candlelight.

“I cannot wait for tomorrow night; I won't take my pillow for granted ever again.” 

Killian chuckled- I’ve slept on worse, but I have also slept on better- eyes closing briefly  before glancing down at the sleeping baby- I should put him to bed.

“You said that half an hour ago.” 

“I know I did.” 

He made no effort to move, Liam’s small hands curled through the hair on his chest, a painful familiar feeling he had relished for the first time again when Liam had rested against his heart in the quiet of the night as a newborn, Emma mercifully asleep beside them in the moonlight.

Blacksmith WIP

OMG I DON'T HAVE 'WATER' IN THIS WHOLE WIP????

WHO EVEN AM I????

*starts writing furiously*

Hand(s)

Tempest, Chapter 9

“Because I lied to you” 

“You didn’t lie to me, love.” 

“I didn’t tell you the truth, that’s the same thing really, isn’t it?” 

“Aye, well, what was it you were supposed to say, Emma? Revealing yourself would have been foolish and you know that; out of the clutches of one pirate into another.” 

“I do not and have never considered myself to be ‘in your clutches’, Killian,” she huffed, gracing him with a stern look before continuing.” But you are right, I was afraid.” 

He nodded, hand covering the scars on his wrist, a vulnerability he hadn’t allowed before. 

“I was afraid of you at first, worried about what would become of me if you knew,” she continued and his heart clenched painfully, “but,” she reached out slowly, resting tentative fingers on top of his own, waiting for his gaze to meet hers. “Then I was afraid you would send me away. Send me back.” 

A Trick of the Light, Chapter 11

“No one knows where Arthur is.” 

“Correct.” 

“No one knows what happened to Merlin.” 

“Correct.” 

“No one has seen or heard from Lancelot in ‘they can’t remember how long’.” 

“Correct again, love.” 

A small hand appeared beside Killian’s elbow and he leaned down to nip gentle at the wiggling fingers, the hand disappeared at the same time as Hope’s manic giggling broke the comfortable quiet from beneath the wooden frame before her small hand reappeared, trying again. Killian smiled and pressed a slice of apple into her waiting palm- what do we say, lovie?- and her voice floated up to them amid the crunching of her treat- t’anks, daddy. 

Emma grinned wickedly at him for a moment and he narrowed his eyes at her- no, Swan, don’t- before she flicked her hair, correcting him as she usually did- Jones- and tucking the inevitable daddy comment away for future yielding. 

Blacksmith WIP

But the tale was just that, a dreary bedtime story told to children on cold evenings in hope of imparting an appreciation for their family. It was a tale beloved by orphaned girls, thinking they might be the lost princess, and perhaps their fate could be changed in some way. 

But while curses indeed existed, there was no witch powerful enough in any realm who could cast a curse so dark and powerful as to remove the memories from an entire kingdom.

It was just that; a fairytale. 

Alice would not be convinced, however, and for the past fortnight she had been coming home from the small street of shops north of the docks- did you remember bread today, Starfish?- spinning tales of a woman who was the lost princess, with golden hair and sea glass eyes- you are quite the poet, Lovie- and how he needed to rescue her. 

She’d watch him with large hopeful eyes, and he’d kiss her forehead and tell her that while it was a lovely thought, a blacksmith had no business running around rescuing princesses. And she would be quiet for a while, fingernails scratching lightly on the hand planed surface of their table- you rescued me, Papa- she had whispered and tore his heart from his chest with the conviction in her voice. 

Glance {I had to use 'glanced'}

Tempest, Chapter 9

“Did he hurt you?” 

She shook her head, hand rising to cover the now unmarked skin the careless blackheart had likely bruised as he pushed her towards the monster curled in the depths of her castle. 

“He said I had magic. That the creature with the claws and the gold skin was his father and only my magic could save him. Free him.” 

The nausea grew and expanded as if it were talons clutching at his heart. 

“What was his name, love?” Hot fury curled into the pit of Killian’s stomach. 

She glanced up, confused for a moment- the young man, what did his father call him?- watching the need for vengeance sweep across his dark features.  

“Baelfire.” 

A Trick of the Light, Chapter 11

“How will they get home?” 

“There are beans,” he let her go for a moment to dig through the pocket on his great coat, holding a translucent bean between his fingers, “not many, mind, but enough to get Fiona and Alec home again.”  

Emma nodded, eyes locked on the small object between his fingers, remembering another time when he held such an item out in front of her, the bars of the cell beneath the ghost of a castle cold against her palms as she begged him not to go. Not leave them; leave her. She’d opened her mouth, fingers reaching towards the bean as he let it fall into his palm, but he’d turned from her then, tears in her eyes. But the memory disappeared as quickly as it had come, the bean he tipped into her palm warm from his body and she glanced up to him as he stilled beside her before continuing to speak, his face solemn and careful. 

He’d promised he would try.  

“And,” Killian took a breath, “Henry.” 

Blacksmith WIP

He closed the door to keep the room as warm as possible, it would be winter soon and his supply of firewood would need to be replenished. He’d been terrified beyond measure that they would freeze to death that first winter at the cottage, the fireplace in his room always stoked to keep away the chill, Alice’s small bassinet pulled as close as he dared to the hearth in order to keep her as warm as possible.

He’d slept with her on his chest for the first few weeks away from their prison, until a shopkeeper had gasped dramatically and told him of the dangers of co-sleeping. And while he didn’t think he would roll over and hurt his child, it terrified him enough to place her in her own bed from then on. 

Killian placed the lantern on the small table near the fireplace, crouching to place another handful of split logs onto the flames, before rising to glance out the window at the rain running like rivers down the glass. He’d chosen this cottage for several reasons, but the view of the sea, which capped waves crashing against the rocky shore in the distance, is what had made it feel like home. 

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That was fun! Now I need to get to work!

Tagging @sailtoafarawayland, @veryverynotgoodwrites (since I haven't spoken to you ladies in FOREVER!), and @donteattheappleshook (hehehe) with Night, Breath(e) and Watch

[artyfartyperson]

No but please tell me if any of you had a cringey ninjago oc because mine was out of this world in the most /neg way possible (please tell me in reposts or comments or smth idk)

I cannot live knowing that my first oc Skyler’s element was being able to shapeshift into exclusively a tiger. Then I scrapped that and made her element just “dragon” where she had dragon wings and that was about it. I think she could make purple energy balls or something ☝️🤓

She was a demon/dragon/human hybrid and she was Lloyds cousin, and it’s a bit goofy how Lloyd’s an oni/dragon/human hybrid and I made her whole species up before season 7. That aged surprisingly well HAHDJG

She had 10 bloody siblings as well and she came from hell unironically. Apparently she was a defect demon or smth. So instead of them putting her down her mother yoinked her and ran away?????? To ninjago?????? They were royals that’s probably why the father threatened to kill the baby hold on now chill my guy.

Her eye was underdeveloped??? So she was blind in that eye???

I also replaced Chen with her Dad and Skylor with her eldest sister Mackenzie and Kai used to have a crush on Skyler but now he has a crush on Mackenzie and whoops I think Mackenzie died

Guess what I renamed Skyler to Ayane

Guess what I also made Ayane Dilaras lookalike instead of Nya. Also yeah a Lion scratched her blind eye out while they were on the Dark Island in season 6 i think.

And then TIMESKIP TO LIKE 30 YEARS LATER AND JAY AND AYANE GOT MARRIED AND NOW THEY HAVE CHILDREN 💀 Blaze got Ayanes powers and Akari got Jays powers im throwing up. Blaze is 17 Akari is 15 ewwww

And then the father like reappeared and held such a bad grudge over her living he dragged them all back to hell and then attempted murder on like 3 of them. Jay got corrupted???????? And the rest of the gang had to follow them in AND THE WAY TO HEAL JAY WAS TK GET AYANE TO HUG HIM????? THERE WAS NO REASON BEHIND THE HUG YOU JUST HAD TO HUG HIM.

And then I think Ayane and Nya existed in a cell they must’ve gotten arrested and Ayanes heart must’ve stopped like 3 bloody times istg she was the whump to end all whumps. And then she sung DEVILS DONT FLY NIGHTCORE AND BROKE THE BARS AND JUST LEFT

AND THEN HER AND HER FATHER HAD A SHOW OFF AND THEN HER HEART STOPPED AGAIN GIRL STOP BLEEDING OUT AND FHRN BLAZE CRIED ON HER AND SHE WAS ALL BETTER AGAIN AND THEN HER MITHER CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD AND GAVE HER A SPEECH OR SMTH AND THEN SHE HUGGED GER FATHER AND APPARENTLY HE WAS JUST CORRUPTED THIS WHOLE TIME LIKE SIR!!!!!

then end roll credits they were all okay after that please get Ayane 5 blood bags thanks thanks thanks yeah ignore all that trauma

No but she was an absolute dumpster fire help me

Also that was a wip i’m too tired to elaborate on that was another og season 💀 I think Jay made out with the antagonist

[greyennui]

I keep forgetting about the TotK Prediction Bingo cards I made, but I'm gonna go ahead and assume it isn't possible to Bingo with any of them lol. HOWEVER, I did actually check my list, and out of the 34 predictions, I was right about 16 of them. I'll take a 47% success rate. That's pretty damn good imo. putting the ones i was right about under the cut :D

Tarrey Town has expanded

There's a house-building quest

Link gets to ride a dragon

Link has a garden to pick his own ingredients from

An NPC dies on screen*

Teba lives

There's a water temple

Kohga returns

Link has to rescue someone trapped in a cave

TIME TRAVEL

Ganondorf and Zelda have a conversation

Yunobo lives

Rhondson has a baby

The OG Seven Sages make a reappearance*

Cado and Rola make up*

Purah looks like an adult again (but still young!)

*I'm counting these and you can't stop me

[screamingtofu]

I'm bored as hell and wanted to yell about my current dnd characters, so y'all get to hear about my various actively used babies

First up we have Sylvie Baneblade, a once evil alligned Goliath paladin who was stolen as a young child and raised by cultists who has since run away and broke her oaths. She's learning how to be a person, loves writing poetry and gets very flustered when having to interact with a specific apple farmer that keeps reappearing.

Next up Locke, my very blunt warforged locksmith turned rogue for a ongoing one shot/mini campaign they were initially made as a one off pun from Police Squad of being a locksmith called Locke Smithe. and made by a family of kobold artificers as an offering for a red dragon and is somehow caught up in a whole plot to possibly kill/become a god.

Helyg ar ben y mynydd Clan y Coed Di-swn aka Helyg, my noble tabaxi Eldritch Knight fighter. The newest and sweetest boy for an online campaign I'm in. The boy is incredibly welsh, 99% fluff, out of touch with the common folk despite wanting to help out and has a habit of going off on meandering tangents at every given opportunity, much to the dismay of literally everyone else in the group

Ari Mistvale, my very heavily Sailor Moon inspired Earth Genasi barbarian. Ex town guard who accidentally found a corrupt priest in her small town who was flaunting that he was untouchable and nobody would ever take her word over his, so she snapped his neck and went on the run and has accidentally become an apprentice bounty hunter. She's an absolute show off and refuses to admit when she's wrong about things

Tristellian Daxos aka Trist, Drow gloomstalker ranger and ex child grifter and vehemently "not a hero" despite constantly going out of their way to violently help others, they definitely don't have a complex about being hella short, hate not understanding things which may have caused them to have spent time as an Aaracokra, Grung, Lizardfolk and werewolf in a very short amount of time. Also they forcibly made a mental connection with an aboleth to call it a bitch because it kept beaming weird dreams to the group

[discordiansamba]

bringing back this post so I can talk about some of the other characters in the supernatural AU and how their abilities/powers manifest bc why not

As an arctic dragon, Allura has perfect control over ice and snow. She can freeze water solid, but she can also create ice from thin air, and when in her human form, often fights with a staff made of ice that has been formed in a way that makes it harder than diamond. In her true dragon form, she breathes cold air as opposed to fire, freezing over anything in her path.

By contrast, as an arctic merman, Lance can manipulate water. He and Allura pair together really well in this respect, using their long history as childhood friends to battle in tandem... even if Lance can sometimes get carried away and mess things up. He's working on it! He can unfreeze Allura's ice if necessary.

They both can handle extremely cold temperatures. Incidentally, they both would very much like to know why Shiro has to live in a desert climate.

Coran in his prime used to be a powerful fire dragon... but now he can produce little more than a few embers. He makes it work, but it's clear his days as a combatant are long behind him. (He is sometimes in denial of this.)

Hunk is from a long line of earth mages, who are able to manipulate the earth itself. This covers everything from the ground, to rocks and sand- even wood and plant life, although he's not really great with that last one. He mostly fights defensively, creating shields out of earth and rock. He doesn't like hurting people.

He's also a trained kitchen mage, using herbs and spices to create potions and charms! He just sort of naturally picked it up alongside cooking.

Pidge is a half-vampire on her mom's side, so she's definitely stronger and faster than the average human, but not as much as she could be. She specializes in speed more than she does attack- and also generally tries to avoid fighting. She is still a hacker extraordinaire, but she doesn't need special powers to do that. That's all skill, baby.

(She wishes she had Matt's sunlight immunity, though. She can sort of bear it, but she also tragically lives in the fucking desert.)

Romelle is a self-taught witch who was born into a human family. She changes her backstory as to how she learned of magic every time she tells it because she thinks it's funny. She specializes in charms and potions, but has lately been teaching herself healing magic.

(she also takes MMA classes in her free time, but that's not a magic power.)

Keith is human. Presumably. He's a very strong, very agile human, but he is presumably still human. His eyes glow in the dark and his night vision is nearly on par with Pidge's, but he's definitely human. Every test they try and do to determine what he is indicates that he is human. He can take a hit that would leave a human twice his size reeling no problem, but he can't be anything other than human. Right? Right???

Lotor is very powerful, using both the speed and power he gets from his vampire heritage, and the magic he gets from his dragon heritage to his advantage.

the druid that they fight over the course of the story is the last of their kind- Lotor and Allura have steadily defeated all of Haggar's druids. This one seems different from the rest- in addition to being able to teleport, hurl lightning and levitate at will, they also seem to be able to manipulate shadows, using them to do their bidding and in some cases, even possess people with them. Allura and Lotor have been tracking them across several states, and they don't think it's a coincidence that they showed up in the area shortly after Shiro's disappearance/reappearance. Their power seems to only be secondary to Haggar herself.

also Shiro can sometimes see the future in his dreams. fun stuff.

speaking of the supernatural AU, I've alluded to Shiro gaining mysterious new powers after his unexplained disappearance and return- and one of them is the ability to manipulate metal. which means he gets to create his very own prosthetic using his new powers.

this comes very much in handy when they're battling Lotor's generals, and the overall ability comes even more in handy when they're battling the druid. it's very convenient to be able to create your own shields when your opponent can a.) hurl lightning and b.) teleport.

(it helps less against the druid's shadow manipulation, but it's not totally useless there either.)

unfortunately, the ability to create a replacement arm only helps him in his day to day life in his private life at home, since he wouldn't be able to explain it at his job or at the grocery store. at least Keith thinks its cool.

(although after a small mishap with Pidge, he learns to avoid incorporating silver into it if he can help it)

(now why does metal manipulation not work on keith's knife)

[emerald-amidst-gold]

No Title. Only Self Indulgence.

This little idea was stuck in my head, and it was an excuse to make Fane and Solas act like dragon dads again, so I had to. I had to. 

I guess you could consider it ‘spoilers’, but I think everyone knows what the hell Fane is. I haven’t decided how the later chapters are gonna go exactly. So, just view this as a ‘creative’ process - a potential concept for later.

Pairing: Solavellan (Male Lavellan/Solas)

Warnings: None

“Are you certain of this, vhenan? There is still time to intervene.”, Solas asked him with a somber expression - the two of them watching from the shadows as his sister and the others of the Inner Circle swarmed around the clearing of where they had fought against Corypheus. 

Fane merely watched with a semblance of indifference, but inside his whole soul was roaring in anguish and agony, especially as he saw the wave of tears begin to run down Mhairi’s pale cheeks. The pure agony in his sister’s eyes had him shutting his own as the emotions embedded in them were too much for him to bear.

“No. This is the way it has to be. I have accepted that.”, he stated with a pained grimace cracking his stoic mask before continuing, “I wish there was another way, but all I have discovered does not point to one. And so, I must break the leash that binds me.”

Solas simply gave him a hum in sad agreement as the mage reached back to throw up the cowl to conceal his head before delicately brushing a few fingers against the palm of Fane’s hand. 

“We should leave, then, or all of this will have been for naught.”, Solas warned him gently as his hand slowly slipped into Fane’s own.

Fane continued to observe the display below them before closing his eyes once more. Yes, it was time to go. With a quick flick of his wrist, he threw up his own hood before taking Solas’s hand more firmly - giving it a tender squeeze which elicited a small, but sad smile from Solas as the mage began to guide him away from the edge of the hill they were on. Fane followed without a word nor chancing a glance back as he heard his sister’s agonizing wails from beyond. 

Observe and accept. Accept that this is the path you have chosen, but do not forget where it began. He told himself with firmness before striding up to walk beside Solas more confidently. 

Solas gave his hand another soft squeeze before a tiny chirp sounded from the mage’s pack - a tiny white head popping out of it not a second later to look around curiously. Fane and Solas both looked at each other before the mage let out a fond chuckle - reaching back to stroke the tiny dragon’s head.

“Good morning, little one. Or I should say, ‘good evening’. Sleep well?”, Solas asked the white baby dragon - its scales bristling from the touch before it let out a quiet chirp of confirmation, spurring Solas to let out a fond coo, “Excellent. We have a long journey ahead of us.”

Fane couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his sky and his newborn kin despite the grief that weighed down on him. This was what he was abandoning everything else for - his kin. He was willing to sacrifice the world and the people in it only so that his kin could live without fear of being broken and bound again. He hoped that in the months to come, that there would be another way to achieve that without killing everyone, but in his heart, Fane knew that there would be death and heartbreak no matter what. Even so, the sight of his newborn so happy washed away the pain he was feeling; if only for the moment. 

“Hey.”, he called to Solas softly, the mage stopping his fawning over the little dragon to look up at him with a sad, but hopeful smile. “Yes, vhenan?”, Solas asked - the little dragon chirping at Fane excitedly. Fane chuckled fondly at the little dragon, reaching over to give it a gentle stroke before leaning down to nudge a pale cheek tenderly. 

Solas met his action immediately with a nudge of his own - stormy eyes filled with sorrow, but fondness for him.

“I love you.”, he said with a tenderness he rarely ever showed before stopping his nudging to put their foreheads together. 

Solas’s eyes immediately shifted with hues of deep blue and indigo as the love Fane had professed became reflected in them - a tender smile spreading across Solas’s face as he tilted his head to gaze into Fane’s own eyes more deeply.

“Ar lath ma, ma’isenatha.”, Solas murmured to him quietly before their lips brushed together lightly. 

Fane huffed in amusement at the timidness. This fool still thought he couldn’t handle a kiss, didn’t he? Well, then.. 

With a bold, but gentle movement, Fane closed the distance between the two of them - slotting their lips together easily as he tilted his head a bit to deepen the kiss with a calm huff through his nose. Solas froze for a moment upon the contact, but immediately relaxed as Fane deepened the kiss - allowing himself to be swept up in the emotions harbored within it. 

“Hm..”, he hummed out softly before taking another step towards Solas - cupping the man’s face firmly as their lips moved together more deeply and slowly. 

Solas responded with a hum of his own, reaching up to gently hold onto the hands cupping his face as he allowed Fane to lead. Fane slowly became more insistent with his kisses as he carefully, but boldly slipped his tongue into Solas’s mouth - the mage offering no resistance at the action, immediately entwining his tongue with Fane’s in a slow, but bold dance. 

Fane let out a soft growl leave his lips as he began to stroke Solas’s cheeks - the grief from before beginning to crop back up as his emotions ramped up. He wanted to lose himself in the kiss. He wanted to forget everything - if only for the time being. All the pain he had inflicted and the doubt and grief that went along with it was reflected in the dance of tongue and lips as Fane tilted Solas’s head back more with his hands - the elven man letting out an understanding, but quiet moan to let Fane know he knew. With a slow movement, Fane gently pulled his lips away from Solas, a trail of saliva connecting them before he shut his mouth with a pained grimace. 

“Shit..”, he cursed as tears began to prick at his eyes, “Shit..”, he cursed again as the tears began to flow despite his efforts to hold them back.

“Oh, Fane..”, Solas said with a sorrowful tone, carefully leaning up to peck at his cheeks gingerly - a thumb coming up to catch the tears as they fell. “Shh, my heart. I know it hurts. I know.. I am sorry for the pain I have caused you..”, the mage apologized brokenly - the little dragon watching the two of them with a sad growl. 

Despite the tears rolling down his cheeks, Fane couldn’t help but offer the little dragon a smile when he saw the hue of gold attempt to light up - the newborn attempting to ease his pain with its abilities. 

“Look at you. Already, you wish to use your nature as you should..”, he told the little dragon before more tears began to flow, “I..I will make sure you can once again. You will never know a magical leash as long as I am alive. I promise you..”, he vowed around a sob as he let his tears flow unbidden. 

Strong arms wove themselves around his neck to pull him into a tender embrace as he cried - letting his face bury itself into Solas’s shoulder as choked sobs wracked his body. Solas’s hand gently worked its way under his hood to lovingly stroke at whitened hair as he murmured soothing to him.

“You will free them, my dragon. You will..”, Solas encouraged him quietly. All Fane could do was offer a single, but firm nod to Solas’s words before took a deep breath to compose himself - slowly standing up straight to stare into stormy orbs before speaking with resolve.

“We will. And we will free your people, as well, my sky. I vow to you.”, Fane proclaimed passionately, even as tears continued to stream down his cheeks, but kept his face hard with feigned strength.

Solas gave him a grateful, tender, but sorrowful smile before opting to give him a single nod - his own face hardening despite the continued softness in his stormy blue eyes.

“As I vow to you.”, Solas echoed his words before taking Fane’s hand once more - intending to lead him away once more, “Come. We must go.”

Fane nodded once more before easily falling into step next to Solas - their hands linked as if it were the only thing keeping the two from drifting apart. The little dragon’s head swiveled between the two of them before it let out a happy cry. Fane watched as Solas startled before he himself chuckled.

“It seems he has made a vow, as well.”, Fane explained when he saw Solas looking up at the little dragon on his shoulder in confusion.

Solas glanced up at him before a smile of understanding spread on his face, cracking the hardened mask from before.

“Is that so?”, Solas asked the little dragon softly, tilting his head so the newborn could nuzzle at his cheek happily, “Then I accept your vow, little one. As does he.”, the mage said, indicating to Fane with his free hand. 

Fane nodded with his own strained, but soft smile when the white baby dragon looked at him with wide emerald gold eyes. 

Those are the eyes I wish to protect more than anything. They will never be grey again. He thought before nodded once more at the little dragon, “I accept your vow made amid bloodied fields, and vow to you in turn so that emerald pools may forever echo the warmth of gold.”, he said with ease, the little dragon’s wings spreading with excited chirps. 

He watched the little newborn fondly, even as Solas’s hand squeezed his own - the intensity of his stare feeling like no more than the warmth of the sun even as pale moonlight shrouded them in shadow. Yes, this was what all the agony and heartbreak would accomplish; a future where his kin could live as they deserved - as they must. So, he would endure it all in their stead. He would endure until the moon and sun went dark. He would endure until the land beneath his feet crumbled into ash. And he would endure until the day storm colored eyes refused to reflect the sky; his own then refusing to reflect golden trees from the sky’s absence. 

For Fane - no, Aterian - was a dragon, even as his body belonged to the creatures of the immutable world; the wolf currently walking next to him with his own head held high from endurance was the sky, even as he was connected to both the physical world and the Fade. And the only way to fell a dragon was to tear the sky asunder; the only way to tear the sky asunder was to fell a dragon that guarded it. And neither would happen unless the other fell first. 

Solas was ‘He Who Walks Alone’, but the world always forgot what the two of them never would, and that what Fane had and still was. 

Fane was ‘The One Who Flew Above’ - the Dragon of the Dread Wolf, and it would be the only title he would allow to bind him to another. For now and forever.

[dragonmuse]

I would love to see Stede’s son and Eddy meeting

( I have saved this ask since May, so if you have any question about what happened to your old asks, know that I hoard them like a dragon and who knows when the shiny coin will once more catch my eye?.This one takes place only a few weeks after The Kid is Alright)

“Eddy!” Alma practically fell out of the car window waving at her as the car pulled up. 

“Hi!” Eddy laughed, getting up from the stoop. Work had kept them here while Stede went to pick up the kids. 

Alma was out of the car as soon as it was parked, all miniature docs and swinging braid. Four weeks hadn’t changed her much, so Eddy let her start rambling about the drive as their eyes slid to the car. 

The boy got out slowly. He was small, but Eddy had no idea how big a seven year old was supposed to be. His hair was the same color as Stede’s, but had no wave, just falling loose and straight about his face. There was a book in one of his hands, clutched hard. His t-shirt had some superhero or another on it and his shorts were baggy over stick-figure legs with knobbly knees. One of his shoelaces was untied. 

“Eddy!” Alma said suddenly. “You haven’t met Charlie.” 

“I haven’t,” she agreed. “Want to introduce me?” 

“Yeah!” She charged to the sidewalk, and grabbed Charlie’s hand, tugging him up the steps. “This is Eddy! Eddy, this is Charlie!” 

Shaking hands had worked out with Alma, but Charlie was practically hiding behind his sister, shoulders rounded and eyes on his shoes. Wrong tactic here for sure.

“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie,” she said instead.

“Nice to meet you too,” the boy said practically under his breath. 

Alma fidgeted, then announced, “I’ll get our bags!” And dashed back to the car where Stede was opening the trunk to fish out their things. 

“Was the car ride okay?” Eddy asked, a little at a loss. 

“Uh huh.” Charlie said to his feet. “Alma says you live here now.” 

“I do. I promise I won’t change whatever routine you guys have when you’re here though.” 

“We don’t have one. It’s kind of different every time.” 

“Yeah? What do you like to do?” 

Charlie shrugged and Alma reappeared with the bags, Stede on her heels. 

“Hello, honey,” Stede leaned over Alma’s head to give Eddy a kiss. “I see you’ve met Charlie.” 

“I have,” they agreed. 

“Let’s get everyone settled inside and talk about dinner.” 

Two cots squeezed into the space was frankly ludicrous, but they’d managed. Charlie’s cot had train themed sheets.  The kid set down his bag by the bed, unzipped and pulled out a battered old stuffed animal, laying in on the pillow. Then looked...lost. Alma was already chatting with Stede about dinner options. 

“Hey, introduce me,” Eddy asked, pointing to the plushie. 

“Um, his name is Paw. He’s a lion, but he’s black and white,” Charlie smoothed a hand down over the ratty mane. “Dad got him for me when I was a baby.” 

“Yeah? I like that. A black and white lion. Very unique.” 

“Charlie, do you want a hamburger?” Stede asked. “The place two blocks over has a few vegetarian options.” 

“Yes, please,” Charlie reached up and shoved his hair back out of his eyes. 

It was the first time Eddy got a full on view of his face and it made her heart clench. Alma had elements of Stede in her face, but Charlie had nearly all of it. 

“Do they have black bean burgers or veggie burgers?” Alma asked. “I don’t like the bean ones.” 

“We can pull up the menu,” Stede was already on his phone checking. 

On the way to the restaurant Alma was doing her picture taking thing and Charlie followed after her, looking in the store windows to see what had caught her interest. 

“I thought we could talk over some options of activities over dinner,” Stede caught up Eddy’s hand. “What do you think?” 

“Good idea,” she squeezed his hand lightly.

Dinner was lively. Charlie seemed to perk up once food was on offer and participated in the ideas for the week conversation. He was going through a space phase though not nearly with the same intensity as Alma’s Egypt phase.  

“What else aside from the planetarium?” Stede encouraged him. 

“I like the playground by the house. It’s got a good shaky bridge,” Charlie shoved a fry in his mouth. 

“Chew with your mouth closed,” Stede advised. “We can do that.” 

And Charlie genuinely did seem pleased with those things. He liked the planetarium and didn’t ask for anything from the gift shop until Stede encouraged him to choose something. The playground turned out to be something that could occupy him for an hour or more, as he was happily carried along by whatever group of kids arrived and departed, merging with them like they were old friends. 

At night, Charlie went to sleep a full hour before Alma, offering only cursory protests before passing out. He had none of her wandering tendencies, but did wake up obscenely early. Instead of watching scary movies, he seemed to just use that morning time to make himself a bowl of cereal and read.

“You don’t want to watch anything when you wake up?” Stede checked. “We have headphones if you want.” 

“No, thanks.” 

When both the kids were finally asleep on the fourth night, Eddy remarked, 

“You know I thought it was the oldest kids who were all responsible and well-behaved. Not that Alma’s not, but...” 

“He was a quiet baby too,” Stede sighed. “I don’t know. I think he’s just...not himself when he’s here really. Mary says he can be very high energy and giggly at home still, but I never see it.” 

“Yeah?” Eddy frowned. “Well...maybe if you really do get more time with them, that’ll help. Six to seven...that’s a long year.” 

“I do remember time seeming to stretch forever. It must feel very strange to wash up here once a year. Mary's been very reasonable about all of it, so hopefully it'll work out.” 

The next day, they decided to divide and conquer so Stede could get some one-on-one time with both kids. Eddy and Alma spent the morning watching movies together in the same room for once, happily tearing terrible CGI to shreds. 

“Who’s ready for high tea?” Stede asked as he returned with Charlie from the park and judging by the size of the bag, fruitful trip to the bookstore. 

“I am!” Alma bounced up and raced to get her shoes. “Finger sandwiches!” 

“Guaranteed,” Stede laughed.  

And in too few minutes, they were gone, leaving Eddy and Charlie to look at each other across the span of the room. 

“Are you hungry?” They asked. “Pizza, maybe?” 

“Okay,” Charlie said warily, but followed them out. 

Eddy ordered their slices to go, so they could eat them outside on a bench. Charlie seemed to prefer being outside. 

“What do you want to do this afternoon?” She asked, then held her breath hoping he would answer with something more than his listless ‘I dunno’ which had greeted them more than once. 

“I wish I had my Lego set,” he mumbled. “I was halfway through when we had to leave and it was really cool.” 

“Lego like...plastic bricks?” They had a dim memory of such a thing, a loose bin of it that they could stack into tiny walls on the floor and then clear away back into a box under their bed.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I have a lot at home. My favorite is this carousel that Pop helped me make, it goes around if you turn a crank.” 

“How do you know how to put it together?” 

“It comes with instructions that are pictures,” he explained. “No words.” 

“Let’s get a set then and you can teach me how it’s done.” 

“Really?” He had pizza sauce on his nose. On instinct, she waded up a napkin, reached out and wiped it off. He sat still for it, just wrinkling his nose a little. “You’d let me show you?” 

“Sure. You’re the expert.” 

The thought seemed to energize him and when they were done eating, he dashed out ahead of her on the sidewalk, but before she could get concerned about that, he circled back, then dashed off again. He was like a yo-yo all the way to the store.  

There were a dizzying amount of sets. 

“How big are we going?” Eddy asked. 

“Uh,” Charlie frowned. “I mean I usually get small ones so they don’t take up too much room.” 

“That’s what storage is for,” Eddy said dismissively in a way she would come to regret in a few years, but for now was blithely unaware. “Dream big.” 

They got a massive space station that cost an obscene amount of money, but Eddy was charmed by the bubbly dome and Charlie seemed equally enthused, so away they went. 

They set up at the coffee table, Eddy sitting on the couch, Charlie on the floor. The bags came out numbered and there was, as promised, a booklet with precise directions. 

Charlie opened the first bag, tucked the others back in the box and started piecing things together. Eddy could already see it would be a nightmare to individually hunt out every little stray piece and started sorting them. 

It was calming, actually, to piece it out that way. Without much discussion, they lapsed into an easy silence. Charlie did the bigger pieces and left Eddy to do the fiddly bits, passing each other things as needed. She had assumed that Charlie was less intense than Alma, maybe by nature, but in this, he was just as intently focused, if quiet. 

Eventually, Alma and Stede came back, bringing with them extra pastries and stories. 

Eddy, who loved the chaos and noise that Stede brought into her life, actually mourned the broken silence a little. It had been nice to sit in that ocean of calm, snapping bricks together. 

When Eddy said good night to Charlie, hours later, he smiled tentatively at her and asked, “Can we finish it tomorrow?”

“Absolutely we can.” 

Many years later, Eddy sat down at a kitchen table in Mary and Doug’s house with a man that could easily look her in the eye, and these days did, very readily. 

“What’s in the bag?” Charlie asked her, vibrating at the same frequency he had as an excited child. 

“I got to the store before we got here.”

“No...you didn’t,” his smile split his face wide. 

“You know I did.” 

The box was enormous as she drew it out, an enormous replica of the ISS. 

“There’s no way we can finish that today,” Charlie smoothed a hand over the box. “I cannot believe you got this.” 

“How could I resist?” 

They started the set the same way they always did, Charlie diving in and Eddy sorting to keep up. Time slipped by them and eventually Felix wandered in, settling his hands on Charlie’s shoulders. 

“Sorry,” Charlie wrinkled his nose as he looked up. “I sort of abandoned you.” 

“Yeah, I’m getting eaten alive by your parents' incredibly pleasant and interesting friends,” Felix laughed and leaned down to kiss that nose. “What’re you guys making?” 

“Space stuff,” Charlie grinned. “Wanna help?” 

“Nope, just came by to say hi. Maybe sit for a bit. Bring you both some snacks and drinks as needed.” 

Felix didn’t interrupt or rupture their silence. Just sat down and watched as they continued their build. Eventually Alma drifted in too, looking a little lost. She sat down beside Eddy, who stole the cup out of her hand and took a sip. 

“Ugh, what is that?” She handed it back to Alma. 

“Sambuca.” 

“Licorice,” Eddy made a ‘blech’ face. 

“Ask first then,” Alma elbowed them. “Are you guys doing lego instead of hanging out?” 

“We are hanging out,” Charlie contradicted. “Our way.” 

“Yeah,” Eddy nodded, chest warmed by that. And the liquor. “Our way.”

“....can I help?” Alma set down her drink. 

Eddy looked to Charlie, who just smiled easily and nodded, “Yeah. Eddy can show you how we need everything sorted.” 

So it was four instead of two, and together they made the structure rise, building beauty in the silence.

[tabletoptrinketsbyjj]

Trinkets, 54: Interesting baubles, semi magical objects and items touched by mystery.

A sketch of a winged demon covered with geometric lines.

A wolf pelt that disappears every full moon only to reappear back in the bearer's possessions a day later.

A small bag of odd looking beans with a price tag that says “One Cow.”

A half-clenched, mummified hand. The object gives off such a palpable aura of evil that even if it is hidden from view it causes living creatures around it to feel uncomfortable.

A single page from a wizard's spellbook, bearing a legible but incomplete spell.

A gem that when held, projects an animated illusion of a young human woman dressed in white, her hair in a pair of tightly braided buns. There is no sound but she seems to be sincerely pleading for help of some kind.

A doppelganger’s skull carved into a mask. Sometimes it still shifts and takes new shapes.

A package of gum that changes flavor based on the chewer’s emotions.

A set of six fine calligraphy brushes, with shafts of red-lacquered oak and bristles of lion fur, in a matching lacquered case.

A handful of bright copper coins all stamped with a serpentine pattern of a slightly elongated figure eight.

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A sketch of a winged demon covered with geometric lines.

A wolf pelt that disappears every full moon only to reappear back in the bearer's possessions a day later.

A small bag of odd looking beans with a price tag that says “One Cow.”

A half-clenched, mummified hand. The object gives off such a palpable aura of evil that even if it is hidden from view it causes living creatures around it to feel uncomfortable.

A single page from a wizard's spellbook, bearing a legible but incomplete spell.

A gem that when held, projects an animated illusion of a young human woman dressed in white, her hair in a pair of tightly braided buns. There is no sound but she seems to be sincerely pleading for help of some kind.

A doppelganger’s skull carved into a mask. Sometimes it still shifts and takes new shapes.

A package of gum that changes flavor based on the chewer’s emotions.

A set of six fine calligraphy brushes, with shafts of red-lacquered oak and bristles of lion fur, in a matching lacquered case.

A handful of bright copper coins all stamped with a serpentine pattern of a slightly elongated figure eight.

A dented brass compass with a red needle. The compass doesn’t point north and instead always points to the nearest largest concentration of iron ore in the area.

A brass disk bearing the silhouette of a black dragon.

A collection of baby teeth in a tiny wooden box.

An old, wooden-handled ice pick stained with blood that won't wash off.

A pair of wire rimmed eyeglasses with a pearlescent sheen to the lenses.

An armor care kit that contains small jars of cleaner, polish, soft cloths, a stiff brush, and other tools. The kit helps to prevent rot, rust and wear on leather and metallic armor. When used by a person proficient in tinkerer’s, leatherworker’s or smith’s tools this kit can be used to reverse damage caused by general wear and battle even if the damage was caused by spells or magical creatures.

A walking cane that when used, causes back pain and a limp in one leg.

A small, well-crafted figurine of an imp. The imp’s eyes seem to follow whoever is looking at it.

A ceramic beer stein adorned with depictions of lions and wolves.

A set of five silver bells on a string that seems to sooth the tempers of Random Humanoid Race when jingled.

An oboe-like wind instrument made of dark varnished wood.

A few pages from a book on Gnomish stone masonry.

A sealed, one-gallon cask with an alcoholic drink known as “Deviously Smooth Spirits”. The beverage smells faintly of rosewood and the bland mixtures eases its way down the throat. Shortly after imbibing, the drinker feels as though they could conquer any challenged, regardless how grand.

A wax imprint of an important looking key.

A leather pouch full of rainbow-colored sand.

A white porcelain bottle of celestial bloodwine, corked and sealed with wax.

A silver skull the size of a coin.

A sheet of parchment upon which is drawn a complex mechanical contraption.

A hand-sized mosaic tile with a multicolored, glazed surface.

A well-used, brass candle snuffer with a long thin 8-inch handle. The snuffer end is heavily smoke blacked with traces of red and white wax on it.

A large packet of rough burlap containing seven slate foxskins.

A folding camp bed, hinged in two places widthwise, of cedar; the frame is webbed with leather mesh and its head-end and legs have been carved to make the bed resemble a lion.

A tanned and trimmed hide of a demon, tattooed with a map of heaven.

A jointed bronze and steel figurine of a praying mantis, with rock crystal eyes and spring-loaded claws.

A fetish consisting of the tooth of a blink dog suspended from a raw-hide thong.

A stave carved from the flotsam of a wrecked vessel, with frolicking marine animals along its length and set with numerous shells and pieces of colorful coral.

A large collar made of dull iron, engraved with a number of symbols, and the matching key bears the same symbols.

A short, squat flute made from mahogany. When blown, it creates a sharp, squawking call that attracts ravens.

A veil consisting of a fine mesh of white lace attached to a comb headpiece.

A large ironwood mask painted blood red and carved in the image of a bestial creature with ivory tusks, distended lupine ears and a shaggy mane of hair. When the mask is donned, it animates into a snarling visage of horror.

A large, 5-foot by 5-foot cloth tapestry depicting a labyrinth with numerous doorways and stairways.

A leather satchel containing a bundle of secret love notes the daughter of a local noble lord, who has recently gone into hiding because she fell in love with a commoner. Careful perusal of the notes reveal references to a discrete meeting place in the nearby area that they repeatedly snuck off to see each other in secret.

A pair of soft wax beads that suppresses your hearing when secreted inside either ear, causing you to be deafened.

A large rolled up scroll on which is written a mysterious formulae arranged into a color-coded grid.

A crystal orb that allows an elf who holds it to truly sleep instead of just meditating.  

A teacup made from a varnished mushroom cap that magically keeps its liquid contents lukewarm.

A paintbrush made entirely of ceramic, even the bristles.

A small satchel crafted from shed snake skin.

A ceremonial rattle made from a dried seed pod, when shaken it produces a pungent, spicy aroma.

A stone tile carved with the depiction of a winged monkey.

A stone tablet carved with two mazes, one on each side.

A simple silver chain that feels weighty, as if it were something far more substantial. The air around it seems to shimmer slightly,

A rolled length of rough leather covered in blocky characters written in ink made from wood ash. Contained on the scroll is the primal spell of Speak With Animals.

A miniature dagger made of dark purple stone seems to have an inner heat.

A screwdriver, belonging and possessed by a serial murderer who used it as his weapon of choice, and died of cancer before being caught.

A carved bronze bowl with a small wooden baton. When struck with the baton, a sound mimicking a child’s scream erupts from the bowl. When filled with blood or water and the baton traces the circumference of the bowl, the bowl sings a mournful melody in the voice of a small child.

A twenty sided dice is blank save for a depiction of the rising sun on one side and a cracked skull on another.

A pouch of rare Maryja tobacco that is very well appreciated by gnomes and halflings.

A heavy brass tube two feet long, and an inch across, in the shape of a stylized dragon's head and mouth.

A set of bone dice in a leather and velvet case. The dice bear runes instead of numbers.

A cork board inked with a depiction of all the planes of existence on it and the one that is written “Material Plane,” has a black pin stuck in it.

A stone talisman carved with a symbol of wind. It supposedly grants safe travels.

A polished rainbow hued, cabochon gemstone the length of a finger.

A wrought metal bracelet that resembles wrapped thorns. It feels tight no matter the size of the bearer’s wrist.

A fishing lure made from feathers and iridescent beads.

An antique music box that can only be heard by the person who wound it.

A pewter locket with a water-damaged, painted portrait of an animal inside.

A black-studded bronze warhorn that makes extremely terrible noises, irritating nearly every creature who hears it blown.

A whistle carved from a dried-out gourd.

A durable bag made from cameldrake leather and scales. It's embossed with animal figures.

A letter-opener, fashioned from a polished piece of a beast's horn.

A black billowy shirt made of elven silk.

A crude map of the local area inscribed on a tattered canvas scroll, that bears an “X” marking an area near where the map was found. There is a list of instructions in the bottom corner of the map: Find the largest tomb in the cemetery, then go south for 3-4 miles until you find the dilapidated hunter's shack. From there, go east for 2-3 miles, until you find the patch of quicksand, then go north-east for 1-2 miles and you'll find the hoard guarded by a fearsome beast. ---Note: It is up to the DM whether or not if the instructions can be followed (The “landmarks” might be a code, riddle or simply not exist for example) and if there is anything at the end. The map could easily be a prank, trap, confidence scheme, ambush or the area could already have been stripped of any value by other adventurers.

A blown glass ball with a tiny hammer encased inside.

A massive belt buckle, covered in runes.

A shard of blue crystal that produces a beautiful chime when struck.

The face of an elf, broken off of a marble statue.

A clay bowl stained with the vibrant colors of several poisonous native berries.

A white cloth napkin that becomes clean and folded every sunrise as if it were never used.

A one-gallon cask filled with Belbuck, a beer favored and brewed by halflings. It has a translucent green color and sweet and minty taste due to the fermented herbs from which it was brewed. Similar to spearmint, it cleanses other tastes from the mouth and like menthol it chills the throat as it goes down. Knowledgeable PC's are aware that it is deceptively potent and many inexperienced drinkers imbibed too much and quickly became too intoxicated to even walk out of the taproom that served them the popular libation.

A crumbling soapstone box depicting a white dragon.

A shiny rock that displays several glowing eyes across its surface when heated up.

A woolen snowman doll that is always looking towards its owner.

A petrified mouse that in life, was someone's favorite childhood pet.

A worn set of pan pipes. It plays a wedding tune every midday.

A small ceramic pot of lip balm that refills itself every dusk.

A flag with a hell hound that stares at those nearby.

A one gallon cask filled with a beer known as “Wilhelm's Special Brew”.  The dark-colored ale gives off a thick, oaky smell. When swirled in a tankard, it takes on an unexpected glow.

A miniature electrum longsword that whispers of a vampire that must be destroyed.

A hunk of obsidian that glows with red runes at dusk and dawn.

A bronze torc adorned with moving comets.

A small stone pyramid that smells of burnt incense.

A candle that burns with a bright flame in the form of an angel.

A cursed cup that spills more than it holds.

A withered and elongated finger said to be from a long dead witch.

A vibrant scarf from a far off land. It always seems to tie itself a bit too tight.

A hollow reed flute decorated in Aqauan markings.

A bottle of squid ink with a quill tip fashioned from a squid's beak.

A sparkling rosewood jewelry box. Items stored inside for a day or more are especially sparkly for a few hours after being taken out.

A small wicker basket heavily packed with straw, sheltering 1d4+1 explosive eggs. These homemade weapons are tools of espionage used to distract and frighten pursuers. They consist of hollowed-out eggshells filled with a pinch of flash powder and a handful of ash. A thin square of paper is placed over the hole in the egg, with shell and paper held fast together by a gum made of sticky, smeared rice. An egg can be thrown accurately up to 30 feet away as a grenade-like weapon and wherever it hits, the black powder explodes in a flash and ash fills the air in a thick cloud. Anyone within a ten foot radius of the point of impact is overcome by the brightness and sooty eyes and is blinded until the end of their next turn. The sooty cloud remains until the start of the wielder's next turn and is too opaque to see through. 

[spainkitty]

I love how I get a holiday or a weekend and I do absolutely nothing, and then work starts again and I do everything but work at my job😅😅🤣 Anyway! Monday Funday, I guess

I did!! I published it two years ago as of this May! wait. HAS it been two years?? No, I think just one. Time has no meaning. The main character is the eponymous coward, Hamasa! And everyone in the book either wants to: kidnap him, kill him, or save him. LOL He just wants to run away. There's a farm girl, Marya Garsia, who basically has her Hero Journey, and somehow he's her sidekick?? in his own story?? A knight-samurai named Valerius who is convinced Hamasa is the Shield of the Empire, a powerful dragon who Chooses the Emperor to rule the nation and has gone mysteriously missing at the same time a feral beast of a dragon called The Merciless has reappeared 17 years after killing the previous Emperor and Shield. And then there is Arash, a White dragon, devoted to Hamasa who tries to convince him to leave all these ugly mud-ape humans. Arash is a Bitch and he's definitely not my favorite he is my favorite. Near the end, Huimitl, a centaur (in my book there is no "Greece", so they're called cabadona) vigilante woman, joins them. It's the first book of a series, so there's a lot of plot going on or being hinted at, and then not resolved. Really, only The Merciless plotline gets resolved in the first book. I HAVE ART!! Sabri on Instagram is just the BEST artist and she drew my OCs! And my bestie, ketolic, drew the dragons, but I already showed you those. Here's the main cast, minus Huimitl since she shows up at the VERY end. Valerius is the only half-Riyukezan character, who are VERY Japanese-coded, so he's sticks out lol. ISNT MARYA SO PRECIOUS THOUGH?? LOOK AT HER! And Hamasa is so cute and mousey, and Arash is just!!! *chef's kiss* (I should've asked her to put in more obvious white markings, more obviously like vitiligo, on Arash, but I was so pleased and ecstatic I couldn't bear to ask her to do anything more.)

Okay, I'm done going OFF about my book (I got new art for the sequel just last night and I'm losing my mind over it!!)

LOL @ your Diablo experience. I literally hang out in the Hinterlands for HOURS in DAI. Like, I know I can do In Your Heart Shall Burn sooner... but why should I. I'll just hang out for 10+ bloody hours doing fetch quests instead. Gonna face down Corypheus for the first time at level 15, what's he gonna do?? lol

Emigrating is so hard. Agreed! I loved it for the longest time, and I thought I'd be here forever. But COVID changed a lot and I'm finally going back to USA next summer. Hmm, culture shocks. The things is, a lot of things I thought were shocking aren't really around anymore. When I first came, you could hop on the back of a motorcycle or in a little electric cart, and get taxi'd across town: those are illegal now, especially in major cities. I used to walk down a street and see babies with their naked butts hanging out of their pants, no diapers!! They literally made the baby-pants open like that so if the baby needs to, the parents just let them poop/pee in a bush or right on the sidewalk!! That's not allowed anymore.

Saving face is a big thing, even for kids. As a teacher, we're supposed to help kids do performances and stuff, right? But Chinese culture is so much about saving face, that pure performance, even by children, with all its flaws, isn't really done. All our kids had to record their songs or their scripts beforehand, and during the performance, they would lipsync!! They're children!! Let them fuck up! Let them excel! Nope. There MUST be a recording. I always encouraged my kids to perform and pretend like the recording wasn't there, but it was still awkward.

Positive shocks are: singing. If it's not a special performance for parents or whatever, anyone can sing! Back in USA, there's only GOOD singers and Don't-Singers. You can't be bad and just enjoy singing in public anyway. People will boo you, you know? In China, EVERYONE sings. KTV (karaoke) with my Chinese friends was always more fun than with foreigners. Foreigners always complain about how they need to be drunk, or how they "can't sing" or they just don't like it because they're afraid of being embarrassed. Chinese people don't care at all! LOL I'm a terrible singer, but I was always cheered on because it's supposed to be FUN. I love that!

Also, if you so much as *try* to speak Mandarin, the local people are always so gracious and kind and compliment you. It's really encouraging! Though, if you speak just a little, they suddenly want to know your whole life story and you just want to get to work at 730 in the morning. 🤣 please no. 🙏

How about you?? What sort of culture shocks did you experience?? Did you move from one Spanish-speaking country to another? If so, how different are the dialects of Spanish??

Tag Game

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

@sillyliterature tagged me daaaays ago! Of course I waited until after midnight on a school night, after a 5-day school break, to finally write/post this... /sigh I had fun scrounging for things about me you should know. I hope anyone seeing this gets a giggle.

1. I'm an American living in China, teaching English. I technically teach "Critical Reading and Writing", and a lot of the curriculum I built myself! (I prefer creating teaching materials to teaching and I'll be changing careers soon cuz I so tired)

2. I love cats. Can you tell? My mom has given me a cat-related nickname since birth, SHE loves cats, and so I feel like it's just in the genes now. My metaphorical daughter niece also loves cats, which shows I'm right. I have two cats right now, Birdie & Canela (Canela is the tabby-baby, she has brownish-ginger spots she inherited from her mother, so yes, she is named "cinnamon" on purpose. Birdie is the tortie and the Mama-cat!)

3. I wrote a book! It's published! I'm supposed to write a sequel. It is... almost half-done? A little more than half-done? It's a YA fantasy called "The Coward's Emblem" 🥰 There are dragons! My bestie drew my dragons for me and they're BEAUTIFUL!!! LOOK BELOW!! SO COOL! (I also have commissioned art of the characters by Sabri on insta and they're BEAUTIFUL, too!! If you wanna know more about my actual for real OCs for my real book, pls lemme know!)

4. I've eaten so many Hot Cheetos, I've coughed stomach acid. Maybe living in China is good for me, no Hot Cheetos here... hmmmm

5. The only video games I've ever played from beginning to end on my own are: Harvest Moon: Animal Parade, KOTOR, KOTOR II, and Dragon Age(s). I can only play on Easy/Casual because I'm a crap gamer (I've never finished a Pokémon game), but I really love the stories/characters. ☺️

6. Atton x f!Exile fanart has been my lockscreen for months, and Viktuuri art from Yuri! on Ice! has been my phone bg wallpaper even longer. Maybe since 2016...

7. Rapid Shot Shame-Fame: I meowed through 7th-8th grade. Yes, you read that correctly. I've been a weeaboo. I was in the Hetalia fandom (hence the tumblr name). I was in the SuperWhoLock fandom, too + Teen Wolf, and, my true claim to fame, I went to Dashcon AND I WAS A PANELIST. At THREE panels. No, I was never paid. 🤣

8. I've almost been in a cult twice... maybe three times, but definitely twice. Only the fact I am lazy and didn't live In The Location of the 'Cult' prevented me from actually joining. (Did spend 40 bucks on that book for one of them, though. Ugh. Gimme my 40 bucks back.)

9. I've been to three Disney parks of six. (The Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Shanghai is amazing! Rode it twice! Tron and Soarin' O'er the Horizon are overrated.)

10. I've played DnD since I was 18, and I ALWAYS find a group. In USA, in South Korea, and now in China; I find the nerds and I friend them no matter where I am (yes, I am a nerd, too). My first finished original novel (unpublished) was based on my first ever DnD character: Karik the Master of Many Forms Druid 😀 My current character is Tepin Pallis Cuautli Lozano, a Wild Shaper Druid, the first time I've played a Druid again in almost ten years (3.5e was better, fite me 💪🤜).

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: a kid appears in the past, claiming to be yours.

♡ pairing: jon kent (superboy) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “I will follow you way down, wherever you may go. I will follow you down, to your deepest lows. I will always be around to wherever life takes you. You know I’ll follow you.” 

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes 

✨  you were walking in with Damian, blabbering about something that he could have cared less about as you approached Jon. the two of them had to head over to the Batcave to talk about a mission that went sideways a few days ago and you were too bored to not tag along with them. 

✨  while you weren’t much of an active hero, you did get called in from time to time to help the Titans or Jon when they needed it, so it wasn’t a secret to you about their identities. Jon more than Damian was more opened to tell you who he actually was and you found comfort in the idea that he trusted you that much baggage. 

✨  “what are we gonna do later? i’m not really in the mood to be going home. everyone has been getting on my nerves lately.” you asked the pair. Damian rolled his eyes as Jon smiled, “you can watch movies back at my place! i’m sure my dad wont mind,” he said with a small blush. 

✨  Damian wanted to groan, feeling the strong sense to cringe at Jon’s foolish attempt to ask you out on a date. you agreed, hugging the taller boy as he fell stiff at the touch. Damian groaned but this time out loud. you gave him a look before dismissing him. 

✨  all of you arrived to the cave, greeting Alfred before heading down to the cage. you had offered to make yourself and the boys coffee while they talked in the cave. Alfred was making small conversation about how your day was and if Damian was doing alright in school. while he knew Damian was smart, he knew in social settings, he wasn’t the greatest. 

✨  finally, you finished making all of their coffee’s and put them on a tray before heading downstairs. you heard noise from the top of the stairs and being careful with the coffee, you zoomed downstairs to try and figure out what was going on. you set the coffee on the small table outside of the cave and opened the door to see Jon and Damian basically fighting someone around the cave. 

✨  you looked at the girl, who looked no older than nineteen, trying to save her own ass as her eyes gleamed red. once you caught her attention, she immediately ran to you, “MOM! THANK GOD!” she yelled. Jon without hesitation ran to protect you but the girl beat him to you and engulfed you in a hug. 

✨  “first off, I’m not your mother and I have no idea who the hell you are,” you screamed as Jon and Damian took her off you. Damian restrained her as you and Jon looked at her, “who are you and who/what sent you here,” Damian threatened as he took the pocket knife he had in his sock and put it against her throat.

✨  “I’m Lois Kent, daughter of ( your name ) and Jon Kent,” you looked at Jon before you started laughing hysterically. you tried to calm yourself down as Lois continued to explain herself, “I’m from years into the future. I was sent back in an accident by Uncle Damian and my dad,” she yelled, trying to get Damian to release her. 

✨  Jon, who had yet to speak word, bent down to her height, “why should we believe you? you very well could have known our identities and made up a stories to ambush us,” Jon said. “run a DNA test if you’re so concerned,” she replied. you gave Damian and Jon a look as Damian asked you to grab her while he called his dad and even Clark to come down to the cave. 

✨  “we can start on the DNA before our dads get here but until then, you’ll be restrained to the chair until we get the results,” Damian practically spat as he grabbed ropes and cords before sitting her down on Tim’s computer chair, “you have a lot of nerve making up such a story,” Jon whispered to her as she groaned, “you make up some crazy story pretending to be our kid and even giving yourself my mothers name to make it even more believable.” 

✨  she sighed, “I’m not lying! I was working on a project with Uncle Damian and you when Uncle Damian accidentally opened up a portal that sucked me back into the past,” she explained, “you named me after grandma because you always said you’d name your first daughter after her.” Jon remained silent, knowing what shew as saying was true. Jon, years ago, made a pact that he would name his daughter, if he had the opportunity to have one, to name her after his mom. 

✨  “and why should we believe you? outside of the DNA test, how can you prove that,” you said walking up to the both of them. she sighed, happy that she was no longer getting lectured by Jon, “I know that you asked mom out after a movie date. the song both of you claim to be ‘your song’ is ‘Follow You’ by Imagine Dragons and that you used to sing it to me as a baby,” she confessed. 

✨  you immediately looked to Jon and stood in disbelief. both you and Jon loved that song and always sang it whenever he picked you up to hang out. “dad always tells me that he always thought you were too good for him and that you deserved to be with someone else but you always end up smacking him in the back of the head when he says that. plus, you always said that you love his small accent,” she continued. 

✨  before you say anything, Damian grabbed three small tubes and asked all of you to spit in them. Damian watched the three of you spit in the tubes and in the back of his mind, he could start to see the similarities in Lois’ facial features and they looked eerily reminiscent to you and Jon combined.  

✨  “our dads should be here soon but until then, don’t make a move!” he yelled before moving back to lab and computers. you sat next to Lois as Jon continued to question her, “how old are you?” you asked her, “seventeen. you guys always say i look older than i am. say, since I’m in the past, how old are you guys?” she asked. you looked to Jon, “we’re also seventeen but we’re not saying anything else,” you stated. 

✨  finally, Clark and Bruce walked in, pure panic written on their faces. Clark and Bruce saw the three of you sitting down together and almost immediately, Clark could sense she was a Kent. given, she looked like both you and Jon, she did have some facial features that looked like Lois. 

✨  “have you ran a test? Bruce asked Damian. he nodded as he showed the three tubes on the table as the spit was being ran through the system, “she claims that her name is Lois. named after his mom,” Damian murmured. Clark felt the pang in his chest. if the DNA test rang positive that she was your kid, he felt proud that Jon named his daughter after his mom. 

✨  you got up from your chair and grabbed the coffees from the table outside, “here, the coffee was supposed to be Damian’s but I’m sure you could use some,” you offered it as you held the cup in front of her with a straw sticking out. Lois smiled, taking a sip, “it’s nice seeing both of you so young. dad always says both of you had me so young but he doesn’t regret a single thing,” you gave her a look, “how young do you claim we had you?” you asked. 

✨  Lois laughed, “well, if you’re seventeen now, expect me to be here when you’re both nineteen.” Jon let out a belting laugh as you stood in your chair mortified at the answer, “nineteen? that’s two years from now!” you whispered to yourself, “I mean, both of you are already married by then,” she continued to say. 

✨  Jon now stood mortified what she was saying. he hadn’t even confessed his feelings to you yet and two years from now, both of you were married with a kid on the way? as you both were talking to her, the results pinged up on the screen, alerting Bruce, Clark, and Damian. 

✨  the three of them looked at the screen in surprise. she was telling you the truth. the DNA matched closest to you and Jon. Clark couldn’t even lie to himself, seeing his feature granddaughter made him emotional. she looked happy, healthy, and beautiful. he was glad Jon had chosen you to be his wife. he always thought you were the perfect fit for his son. 

✨  “the results are in,” Damian screamed to the three of you. you looked to Jon in nervousness, “you’re the parents,” Damian said, now a bit more seriously. Jon looked at you as you had tears in your eyes, “you’re our first daughter?” you whispered to her as Lois now had watery eyes and nodded in agreement. 

✨  Clark walked over and smiled at the three of you as Lois perked up, “grandpa!” she yelled as you started to untie her. as soon as she was let free, she engulfed the three of you and smiled, “it’s weird seeing all three of you so...young!” she repeated. you smiled, “say, that’s Uncle Damian right?” she asked. you nodded as she released all of you.

✨  “GODFATHER!” she yelled, running to Damian. Damian flinched as he heard the name. Bruce couldn’t help but start laughing. he never imagined Damian getting such a title.....like ever. “do you think we’ll have to try and send her back or do you think future us will do that?” Jon asked his dad. “I’m sure all of you in the future are going to figure that out. until then, I guess enjoy time with your daughter?” 

✨  you walked over to Lois, “well, we should get you something to eat. Bruce mentioned that Alfred finished cooking dinner so I guess as parents, you need to eat,” Lois agreed as she walked over to Jon, “weird that they have kids,” Damian said, “don’t forget you’re her godfather,” Bruce mentioned. Clark laughed at the banter as they followed you three. 

✨  over the course of dinner, Lois kept mentioning small parts of her childhood and how all of you turned out. Damian had a kid but had yet to marry the woman with whom he had them with. Bruce as well had found someone down the line to marry and had one more kid after Damian. 

✨  after the dinner, all of you landed in the living room, trying to figure out a way to get Lois back home but within those few minutes, the same portal that brought Lois into the past reappeared. you and Jon stood up immediately, grabbing Lois and putting her behind the two of you. 

✨  three figures stepped out. the future you, Jon, and Damian. all of you were much older than you were now but as soon as your future self saw Lois, you ran to her and engulfed her with a sigh of relief, “I swear I’m never gonna let you do any experiments with Damian and your dad,” you whispered as future Jon and Damian stared at their younger selves. 

✨  “hey dad,” future Damian and Jon said nervously. the two of them shook their heads in disbelief as they gave them slight head nods before leaving before it got any weirder. Jon looked to his younger self, “have you asked her out yet?” he asked. young Jon shook his head no, “don’t worry kid, you will. I’m sure she told you already but don’t worry, life gets so much better with her,” older Jon said as he looked to you and Lois. 

✨  your older version looked to you and smiled, “the movie date both of you have is one you won’t ever forget. trust me, Lois and Jon are the best thing to happen to us. just don’t be scared when you get surprises in a few years,” you joked as you took Jon and Lois’ hand. 

✨  Damian had been staring down his older self down, probably judging and figuring out ways he could improve himself now so he wouldn’t look like that in the future. Lois gave you and Jon a hug, “I’ll miss you guys but like I said, we’ll see each other soon,” she whispered as you nodded and tightened the hug. 

✨  the four of them walked back into the portal as Damian sat down on the couch with relief, “well, don’t yall have that movie night to get too?” Damian said grabbing the remote and insinuating to get out of his house. you flipped him the middle finger as you grabbed your backpack, “you still wanna?” you asked Jon. 

✨  Jon nodded, “of course, we can pick up dinner on the way,” Jon said as he stared at you with heart eyes. now that he saw the future that was ahead of him, he knew this ‘movie night’ he asked you on was a major point in both of your lives and he didn’t want to miss it.

✨  after telling Damian goodbye, Jon grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it, “horror? or comedy?” he asked softly, “horror!” you said back excitedly. 

[thatmultifandomhoe]

Wish Upon a Star

Our childhoods began with the magic that was found within these movies. Whether it be Disney, Pixar, or Studio Ghibli, our love has not once wavered. We’ve grown, and dare we say that we’ve matured, but there’s still a special place in our hearts for our favorite movies.

Except, these movies now have a twist.

We are no longer kids.

Welcome to Wish Upon a Star, where your favorite childhood movie finally grew up.

Disclaimer: The following stories are a combination of SFW, NSFW, or a combination of both.

Wish Upon A Star is collaboration of works containing stories based on some of our favorite movies from Disney, Pixar, and Studio Ghibli.

Writers from both the BTS Fic Hub and BTS Smut Hub servers (founded by @gukyi​​) have come together to write stories for the month of January. While this event is not directly affiliated with these servers, please feel free to check them out!

Name of the Game by @ggukcangetit​​​​

Movie: Anastasia

Starring: Seokjin and Reader

Summary: The Hotel - Strange, The Manager - Far Too Charming, The Situation - Dire, The One in Trouble - You.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 9th.

Two Birds, One Cake: by @pajaritojin​​

Movie: Brave

Starring: Prince Seokjin and Witch Reader

Summary: After Seokjin fails to return his mother to her human state because Y/N gave him the wrong spell, he is forced to release the Queen into the wilderness whilst he tracks down Y/N.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 20th.

That Famous Happy Ending by: @jinpanman​​

Movie: Enchanted

Starring: Seokjin and Reader

Summary: You don't know what you expected when you followed the Prince to Andalasia... but of all things, you didn't expect to fall for him and his kingdom so quickly.

Rating: SFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 21st.

The Medallion Calls by: @pajaritojin​​

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Starring: Captain Seokjin and Governor Reader

Summary: Upon Seokjin’s wash up to shore after months of being lost in a wrecked boat, the town is attacked by a crew of pirates. Kidnapping Governor Y/L/N Y/N, the crew of pirates flee — leaving her friends and Seokjin to rescue her and keep the town at peace.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 29th.

The End of the Fucking World (or: the Alpacalypse) by: @hauntedlilies​

Movie: The Emperor's New Groove

Starring: Seokjin and Reader

Summary: Over the past few years your life has been slowly falling apart. You didn't think it could get any worse — until your father comes home with a talking llama alpaca who claims he's the emperor of a lost civilization. But is he really who he says he is?

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 22nd.

The Ghosts of Daegu Town by: @cremeandsuga​​

Movie: Monsters Inc.

Starring: Ghost Yoongi and Phasmophobic Reader

Summary: For the last 18 years, Min Yoongi had been appointed Resident Ghoul for his Scare Ratings. He managed to scare the life out of everyone…except when your door came down before him.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 24th.

Second Star to the Right by: @thatlongspringnight​​

Movie: Peter Pan

Starring: Yoongi and Reader

Summary: Min Yoongi never believed in magic, but all it takes is a found shadow and one very frustrating girl to turn his world upside down. The real question remains: Will he keep that magic in his heart and choose to stay in Neverland, or will he abandon this magical world and the girl he's grown to love?

Rating: Combo

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 3rd.

Basil & Beliefs by: @cremeandsuga​​

Movie: Ratatouille

Starring: Sous Chef Yoongi and Heir Reader

Summary: When the long lost daughter of Gusteau reappears and gets hired at his restaurant, she is expected to stay quiet and stay out of the spotlight — but her and her server friend Seokjin can’t do anything to stay out of the eyes of the sous chef, Min Yoongi.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 14th.

A Restless Slumber by: @wwilloww​​

Movie: Sleeping Beauty

Starring: Yoongi and Reader

Summary: When one of you is always asleep, spending quality time together becomes easier to do in dreamworld.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 1st.

Coral Subconscious by: @hermosohoseok​​

Movie: Finding Nemo

Starring: Mermaid Hoseok and Mermaid Reader

Summary: When Y/L/N Y/N swims past Hoseok’s reef and saves his mother from the teeth of their terrorizing resident barracuda, he can’t help but feel indebted.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 15th.

Cactus by @hesperantha​​​

Movie: Fantasia

Starring: Hoseok and Reader

Summary: Meeting a stranger at the club turns into an adventure. Starring Mickey!Hoseok, featuring Yensid!Namjoon.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 2nd

Bare Necessities by: @hermosohoseok​​

Movie: Jungle book

Starring: Bear Aspect Hoseok and Adult Mowgli Reader

Summary: After Y/N’s life is threatened by resident Tiger Aspects Yoongi and Taehyung, Y/N is forced to vacate the jungle and leave behind her friends. Along the way, she finds the bear that saved her as a baby.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 27th.

Smutocchio by @jinpanman​​

Movie: Pinocchio

Starring: Hoseok and Reader

Summary: You didn’t mean to fall for the growing dick man.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 13th.

A little less than 101 Meetings to fall in love: by @thatlongspringnight​​

Movie: 101 Dalmatians

Starring: Namjoon and Reader

Summary: Kim Namjoon has seen enough of the world to know two thing, dogs always look like their owners, and he's going to be perennially single. A chance meeting at the park changes at least one of those ideas forever.

Rating: Combo

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 10th.

The Aftermath: by @queridonamjoon​​

Movie: Big Hero 6

Starring: Engineer Namjoon and Friend Version Tadashi Reader

Summary: After Y/N dies in an attempt to save Namjoon, his dreams are nothing more than memories of her and their adventures together — so he builds Y/N prototypes for every scenario, in which he will always be able to save her.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 26th.

One Cube At A Time: by @queridonamjoon​​

Movie: Wall-E

Starring: Cyborg Namjoon and Cyborg Reader

Summary: Namjoon is the only functioning being left on planet Earth — imagine his surprise when he is made aware of a completely different world just a few galaxies away.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 11th.

Otherworldly Lovin’ by @thatmultifandomhoe​​

Movie: Flubber

Starring: Alien Taehyung and Human Reader

Summary: Not only did he crash land into you yard, but he also crashed right into your heart...among other places.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 6th.

In The Doghouse: by @mariposatae​​

Movie: Lady & the Tramp

Starring: Dog Hybrid Taehyung and Dog Hybrid Reader

Summary: After Y/N finds herself in some hot water with Jungkook and her housemates, she must trust from afar as they find a mate for her in a serial monogamist with a knack for knocking up.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 25th.

Bad Stitch 2.0: by @jinpanman​​

Movie: Lilo and Stitch

Starring: Taehyung and Reader

Summary: You and Taehyung finally get the house to yourselves and you’re not going to let it go to waste.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 5th.

Blood from The Emperor: by @mariposatae​​

Movie: Mulan

Starring: Solider Taehyung and Solider/Princess Reader.

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N is the only daughter to The Emperor, and when she escapes her luxurious life in the palace to join the military, Kim Taehyung is the one to discover her.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 12th.

Had it Been Another Day by @ggukcangetit​​

Movie: The Princess and the Frog

Starring: Taehyung and Reader

Summary: When the universe hated you enough to pair you with the most obnoxious guy in your class, for a project that would decide your future but had no such implications for him.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 16th

Fairy Wings: by @ezralia-writes​​

Movie: Tinkerbell

Starring: Taehyung and Reader

Summary: "You should have never crossed the border," he choked out, "I should've known better to stop this before it even began."

Rating: SFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 30th.

Unholy Lightning: by @sunnydelightjimin​​

Movie: How to Train Your Dragon

Starring: Lightfury Hybrid Jimin and Nightfury Hybrid Reader

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N was taught to soar in the clearest of skies and attack in the deadliest situations — crazy how she has a tendency to flip those in her mind.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 17th.

Chasing Waves by @magicalcrwn​​

Movie: The Little Mermaid

Starring: Jimin and Reader

Summary: From a young age, their curiosity grows stronger. For the human princess who has always been interested in the ocean’s secrets, for the merprince who has always been interested in the surface’s life. What would happen once they finally chase the waves to sate their curiosity?

Rating: SFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 18th.

Lava In The Afternoon: by @sunnydelightjimin​​

Movie: The Incredibles

Starring: Immortal Superhero Jimin and Immortal Villain Reader

Summary: Y/L/N Y/N has terrorized the City of Seoul for generations alongside her friends — and Jimin has been tired of fighting her time and time again.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 28th.

The First Snow: by @carinojungkook​​

Movie: Bambi

Starring: Rabbit Aspect Jungkook and Deer Aspect Reader

Summary: When the daughter of The Great Prince is presented before the forest on the day of the First Snow, Jungkook finds himself enamored with the doe eyes filled with fire.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 19th.

The Fourth Unforgivable by @ggukcangetit​​

Movie: The Lion King

Starring: Jungkook and Reader

Summary: Seven years is a long time. Enough to bring about many changes - new laws, dangerous associations, and the return of the one you had forced yourself to forget.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 23rd

Moves Like An Ape, Looks Like a Man by @carinojungkook​​​

Movie: Tarzan

Starring: Tarzan Jungkook, and Animal Researcher Reader,

Summary: When animal researcher best friends Y/L/N Y/N and Kim Namjoon are sent on an expedition to gather information on the gorillas of West Africa, they aren’t expecting anything but — and yet, are met with none other than Jeon Jungkook.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 8th.

Abstract Thought: by @milktbaby​​

Movie: Inside Out

Starring: Emotion OT7 and Student Reader

Summary: When Y/L/N Y/N is leaving her hometown of Busan for university, she is faced with a series of unexpected events that make her realize she’s not where she needs to be.

Rating: NSFW

Being Released to a Theater Near You: January 31st.

You’re never too old to find yourself wishing upon a star.