#chancellor cookie

[vampire-cookie]

missing old aus . some doodles

[bl0ss0m-dr4wz]

ALL of the silly doodle dumps I’ve done over time. Being half serious and half goofy

Originally finished (in order): September 17th, 2023. December 28th, 2023. January 11th, 2024. February 20th, 2024.

Reblogs appreciated!

[vsnapdragon]

i love the comics.. (original under )

[quibbs126]

Random weird memes I found in the comics

[jaeyong-sucker]

monster

pairing: lee jeno x male reader

genre: smut (i mean what else lmao)

warnings: monster under the bed!jeno x male reader, unprotected sex, rough sex, blowjobs, face fucking, anilingus, posssessiveness, breeding, mention of blood

note: its my first time writing something in a looooong while and i honestly forgot how to write lol forgive the rusty writing... not proofread TT... basically it's male reader and jeno fucking like rabbits since they have the whole place to themselves

your roommate has already boarded the bus. the symbolic angel on your shoulder berates you for just watching him carry the luggage that can almost engulf him while the demon cheers you on for being selfish and following the throbbing feeling between your legs. finally, you have the whole room to yourself and you find yourself thanking the chancellor for approving a two week break from your university. you don't remember the last time you spoke to the

“has he already left?” you feel its hot breath graze your neck as its scaly claws caress your waist. a blush crept up your cheeks as you hear its voice again after god knows how long. 

“we have the whole room to ourselves now.” you turn around and nuzzle its hairy chest. it's the same warm chest you've known since fifteen years ago. 

you were no stranger to loneliness. it was with you as early as the age of three when the kids in the park deliberately ignored you and has introduced you to the feeling of being invisible despite being present at the moment. it was there when your whole family went on a trip to london thinking everyone is present when they didn't even bother waking up the middle child (you). it followed you like a shadow from kindergarten up to college. 

but there was jeno. or that was what you liked to call it. It started with the scratching noises under your bed that kept you awake at night. you thought it was just your older brother doing whatever stupid thing he thought of in the middle of the night. but then, he sleeps early and is a heavy sleeper at that. curiosity kicks in and you recall the stories your teacher told you about monsters lingering under your bed. now was the time to test it out. 

gently kneeling to the floor and crouching low enough to see the bottom of the bed, you took a flashlight with the purpose of finding the monster. you didn't need the flashlight to see the faint, glowing eyes staring back at you. you froze. the scream you were about to let out got stuck in your throat. your pulse quickened as you stopped breathing. somehow, you were able to see its long arms that has scales, its claws that looked like it could kill you by one simple scratch, its dark, hairy body and scaly legs and tail. there is a monster! 

kids your age would surely scream at the sight of the grotesque creature but somehow, you don't find yourself scared of this unknown being. rather, a warmth rises on your chest and you feel oddly calmed by the monster's presence. the initial fear turned into fascination. maybe you weren't alone. 

“i’m y/n.” you whisper before extending your hand for the monster to shake. the monster just stares back for god knows how long before extending its scaly hand and lets out a low grunt as if to acknowledge your presence. the warmth of the gesture made up for its cold hands. you find yourself smiling at the newfound connection as you squeeze the monster's cold hands. 

“i’ll call you jeno.”

since that night, you crouch down on the floor to talk to the monster about your day. whether it be receiving a long lecture about being good from your parents or the bullies at school stealing your lunch. the monster didn't seem to be annoyed at your endless yapping. well, it did release a low sound every time you said something just like how a normal person would nod if someone said something to them. you would even hand it a plate of cookies which he wouldn't touch as you talk, but would be empty by the time you wake up in the morning. 

he was your only friend and you didn't bother making other friends at school. you know you wouldn't fit in anyway. you cam home one time and found a kid looking like your age sitting on your bed. the boy was handsome, dashing. he smiles at you that his eyes turn into crescents. maybe this is how the other kids whenever they saw their “crush” or something like that. that was when you discovered jeno could shapeshift into humanㅡor anything else, who knows?ㅡand this sweet feeling of having a crush. you grew up with jeno as your only friend every evening that he even followed you when you moved into a dorm for college. 

jeno morphed into his human form. you don't know what happened but you were sure he'd gone shameless after knowing how your dick worked when you were in puberty. in your childhood years, he would transform into a boy with clothes on. when you were in your teens, he would appear shirtless, which made you look at his defined muscles in his upper body. later, he would appear just in boxers or wearing nothing at all. 

just like right now. he smiles at you like a puppy as if he isn't aware of the effect his bare body has on you. he smiles as if he weren't aware of the tent forming in your pants as he flexes his abdomen and chest muscles and twitches his hanging cock. 

wordlessly, he carries you to your bed before laying you down gently on the soft mattress. he pulls away your clothes and underwear before joining beside you. jeno stretches out his arm, which you use as a pillow, before pulling you closer by your waist. you find yourself burying your face to the warmth of jeno’s muscled chest as your hands roam in the expanse of his muscled abdomen. 

you softly moan at the familiar comfort cuddling with jeno brings. this must be the feeling of highschool love. being elated and giggly and flustered and the simplest of jeno's touches. you don't care that you feel ugly with your messy hair and your bloated body. jeno was always there to assure you that you're the prettiest. one of his favorite things to do is planting kisses on your forehead, which makes you feel safe and cared for. 

“i miss laying next to you,” you whisper before cupping his cheeks and kissing his soft lips. 

“you’ll be sleeping next to me for the next two weeks or so,” he smiles back and presses a kiss to your temple. he carefully lays on his back before pulling you up on his chest. gazing softly at your features, he cups your cheeks and kisses the top of your head. “you are so beautiful, baby,” his low, adoring voice sends butterflies churning in your stomach. “i won't get tired looking at your pretty face, princess.” 

princess. princess. he knows what he's doing when he says that word accompanied by kisses all over your face and his hands caressing your sides. he sits up and pulls you on his lap before kissing your neck while his hands finds their place on your taut nipples. his actions draw out a long moan from you. when was the last time he has touched you like this? he finds that sweet spot on your neck before assaulting it with kisses. there it goes. there goes the sticky liquid oozing from your dick in response to jeno’s kisses. 

your dick stands firm next to his semi-erect one. he kisses and sucks your nipples adding up to your arousal. grunting from impatience, you pull his hair before slamming your lips to his. immediately, jeno responds, curling his tongue with yours and groping your ass. he grips the back of your head as he inserts his tongue in your mouth, dominating the kiss like he usually does. he bites your lip before slurping your tongue like he's never kissed you in years, making the kiss sloppy and messy, drool coating your lips and dripping down your chins. 

your hand reaches down, grabbing his throbbing cock that got significantly harder and bigger the moment your lips met, although his cock hasn't reached its full erection. he releases a deep moan as you wrap your hand around it and give slow strokes on the cockhead. moaning from pleasure, he grinds against your hand before inserting a few fingers inside your hole. 

jeno pulls away from the kiss before attacking your chest with bites and kisses. he smirks as you moan loudly as he hits that sweet prostate with his fingers. he ups your arousal by biting and kissing your nipples. 

“jeno,” you moan shamelessly while stroking his cock harder and faster that it grows bigger and harder from your touch. he curses loudly as you wrap a hand around the glans before playing with the slit with your thumb. jeno loves it when you give his cock your special attention. especially when you toy at the tip and draw the precum out by playing with the slit. he leans back at the headboard, cursing and grunting and moaning in carnal bliss as you play with the tip with one hand and stroke his huge length with the other. 

“suck me,” he orders and you wasted no minute getting down on your knees before wrapping your lips around his tip. you spit on his cock, lathering it with so much drool that it's nasty. just how jeno fucking loves it. you pull away shortly to admire jeno’s huge cock that is almost as big as your forearm and is so veiny. you softly lick the veins that his cock twitches and leaks desperately. not wanting to waste any time teasing, you immediately bob your head over his enormous length that it draws a delicious “fuuucccck,” from him. his hand finds itself in your locks before pressing your head down to take all of his length. instantly, you grab on his meaty thighs as you feel his hips thrust into your face. 

jeno has never fucked your throat so deep that you could feel it poking your stomach. he fucks your face so rough. so rough that you feel his carnal desires. so rough that your jaw might fall off. “fuck, your mouth feels fucking amazing,” he whimpers as he penetrates your throat deeper, reaching new depths as if having your nose harshly pressed against the patch of hair on jeno’s crotch wasn't already deep enough. still, you bob your head to please jeno even if his cock assaults the walls of your throat. you want to make him feel good after all. 

chest heaving and sweat trickling his body, jeno pulls you away from his cock before making you sit on his face. he wastes no time lapping and feasting around your tight hole like a hungry beast. jeno lands a harsh slap on your butt cheek before wiggling his tongue around the rim of your hole. eager to taste your ass, jeno grips both cheeks, spreads them apart before pressing his face in your ass before ravaging it. 

legs trembling, you squeal out shamelessly, “more, jeno, please,” before leaning forward to suck off his angry cock. jeno eats you out so deep, so good that you feel his tongue toying with your prostate as his thumbs insert themselves inside your hole, stretching you apart. you suck him off desperately, gagging nastily as his cock hits the back of your throat. the delicious taste of his cock makes you moan around him hard that he thrusts upwards to chase the bliss your throat gives his cock. 

the room gets filled with sounds of jeno slurping and spitting on your hole and you gagging on his cock and occasional squeals from you as jeno relentlessly eats you out deeper and abuses your prostate with his tongue. he buries his face deeper, almost suffocating himself in the depths of your ass as he slurps and tongues the insides of your hole, driving you crazy as he pushes you to the edge. 

“jeno! close!” you whimper desperately as you grip his cock. you even grind against his face as you feel your orgasm building up. smirking, jeno pulls away before making you lay on your back. he wraps his mouth around your dick before bobbing his head eagerly, while four of his fingers stretch your hole and pleasure your prostate, pushing you closer to an awaited orgasm. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck! jeno!” you squeal on top of your lungs as you release your cum in jeno’s mouth. desperate for more pleasure, you thrust into his mouth with your legs wrapped around his head. jeno moans around your dick, increasing the bliss and erupting more loads of cum from your dick. he smirks as he sees you blissed out. whole body sweaty, chest heaving, and eyes closed due to pleasure. vulnerable and naked. jeno loves seeing this sight of you and he lives for it. 

impatiently, he pulls away from your cock before spitting out your cum to his palm before using it to lube his cock. none of you feel the need to reach out for the lube in the nearby drawer. the carnal needs are too difficult to ignore. not when you're both naked and too horny to be logical. 

“put it in me, please,” you whimper as you feel jeno prodding your rim with the tip of his cock. you're so desperate. so desperate you could die if you won't have jeno's juicy cock inside of you. so desperate to have him when you're legs are spread out and all he needs is to insert that fucking dick inside your hole begging to be filled with his cock and eventually, his cum. with jeno's smirkㅡthat fucking annoying smirkㅡyou knew you had to beg for it. 

“please, jeno. please!” you tear up as jeno takes his sweet time playing and tapping with the rim of your hols with his cockhead. if he gets childish and annoying he probably is drawing imaginary faces around your rim. “put it in now, please,” you squeal needily, begging jeno to just put that fucking cock inside. 

“so fucking needy,” he chuckles as his slaps your inner thigh before inserting the tip just to pull it out again. you whimper at the absence of his cock before begging again. he could no longer be patient. he immediately inserts his cock without warning that it draws out blissed out moans from the both of you. he groans at the warm, tight feeling of your whole while you whimper at the delicious stretch his huge cock does to your tiny hole. jeno lets out a long guttural moan, praising how tight you clamp his cock before putting your legs against his shoulders. he thrusts moderately into you, knowing how you liked being stretched by his cock. his thick cock drags through your tight walls, eliciting lustful groans from you as he hits the sweetest spots inside you. the stretch is just so fucking good you could cry at how good jeno uses his cock to please you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he grunts as he intertwines his fingers with yours and pinning it on the sheets. while hitting your prostate consistently, he leans down, capturing your lips for a fervent kiss. teeth clashing and tongues dancing, jeno grunts as he presses a hand down your throat, making you submit to his dominance. he smirks, ravaging your mouth as he is in control. pulling away, he gets to your neck and leaves kisses before leaving marks that would take more than a week to fade. wanting to hear you moan louder, he keans down and slurps your nipple while playing with the other by giving it soft pinches and rubs. 

“oh god, jeno!” you scream as you wrap your limbs around him. your nails dig in his back and scratch, drawing blood, as he thrusts deeper and bulges your stomach. “fuck, fuck, fuck, jeno! more!” you squeal as you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in to fuck you deeper. 

grunting, he presses your legs to your chest, making you whimper at the stretch in your hamstrings and the deeper position for him to penetrate you. he cages your face with his arms, making him see every blissed out expression you make as he assaults your prostate harder. “do you like this, baby? like how my cock makes you feel?” he asks before spitting a huge load on your face. dick twitching at the action, you nod and stick your tongue out, waiting for another huge load of spit from jeno. smirking, he wordlessly inserts two finger inside your mouth, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. you suck his fingers and swirl your tongue around them while looking at him with blissed out teary eyes. 

“god, look at you, babe. you're such a fucking slut for me.” he chuckles darkly as he thrusts his fingers in your throat. “who would've thought the nerd in uni is such a dirty bitch under me? you'd do anything just for me to fuck you, right?” he holds your waist with a bruising grip as he slams you to his cock, meeting his deep, greedy thrusts. 

“yes, daddy! i love how you make me feel good with your cock!” you squeal in between moans while clenching tightly around his cock, knowing how much jeno loves it tight. daddy. that word ignites a carnal desire inside  jeno every time jeno hears it from you. just like right now where he manhandles you into all fours and fucks you wilder than he did before. 

“what did you call me, princess? say that word again.” he growls in your ear as he grips your waist harsher and lands a stinging spank in your ass. 

“fuck me harder, daddy! fuck me so hard that i couldn't walk for days!” you moan out, your voice hoarse from screaming earlier. on cue, jeno reaches out for your hair, giving it a harsh grip that it deliciously burns your scalp. he tugs it harshly, pulling you close to him, your back arching hard as he penetrates you from behind. “fuck, i miss fucking you like this princess,” he grunts as he kisses your back before leaving bites that would turn into bright red marks. 

“i miss holding you like this and fucking you until your hold starts dripping with my cum.” he whispers nastily against your ears as he licks and bites on your earlobe. “i won’t stop fucking you until you get pregnant with my child.” you squeal sluttilly as he pinches your taut nipples and reaches for your dick and pumping it aggressively. jeno just fucks so good it's impossible for you to form a coherent word to talk back to him. what came out of your mouth are incoherent, broken moans and whimpers that just sounded musically arousing to jeno's ears. your moans go straight to his cock, stimulates it and just signals his sexual urges to pummel deeper into you to give in to the pleasure provided by sex. 

“fuck, jeno! make me pregnant please! breed me that i bloat and carry your children! fuck, please, jeno!” jeno smirks as you shriek uncontrollably like a slut to which he responds by gripping your hair and pressing your head down the bed while he grabs your hands and presses them behind your back. he extends his leg to the side and mercilessly thrusts his cock, not caring about you anymore. you'll take it anyway as long as it's jeno. shrieks and squeaks come from you as jeno fucks you harsher and wilder that you cry out your pleasure in the pillows. 

the whole room reeks of sweat and all that could be heard are skins slapping and grunts and moans and squeals that all came from pleasure. these get significantly intense and louder as you both near your orgasms. feeling his cock throbbing as he feels his climax, he immediately flips you on your back and jerks your dick, knowing how your body contorts in pleasure when your orgasm hints its arrival. 

“fuck, i wanna breed you so bad that you get pregnant,” he grunts, sweat dripping from his temples as he grips the back of your legs and presses them next to your ears, fucking you in the deepest position yet. you tear up and whimper from the stretch and the building up orgasm. “breed me please! i want you hot cum in me, please! daddy, cum in me! knock me up, please, daddy!” you curse shamelessly, gripping the sheets tightly they could rip, but you couldn't care less. jeno's fucking you deliciously, driving you to your climax. 

your moans and jeno’s grunts level the volume of the bed creaking and headboard hitting the wall. jeno doesn't stop pounding deeply into you that you feel so fucking sensitive everywhere. too blisses out and pleasured to register the scent of sweat coating your bodies and the squelchy and filthy sounds the steady thrusts jeno makes. your mind is in a haze, barely able to breathe at how fast and hard jeno fucks his cock inside you. your head is in the clouds, sensitively savoring the feeling of being fucked wildly in the best way. 

“whore.” jeno lands a harsh slap on your face. his thrusts get unstable and inconsistent as his cock throbs harder and harder. growling, jeno grabs you by the throat. “you are fucking mine. got that?!” 

“yes! yes! yes!” all you could do was scream in carnal bliss as thick ropes of cum spurts out from your dick as jeno moans loudly, filling you up with his hot load. his relentless thrusts don't come to a stop. they get rather intense that you swear you hear a leg of the bed crack from the strength of his thrusts. he chases his orgasm that he screams so loud that the neighboring dorms could hear. he thrusts and thrusts until he couldn't handle the sensitivity of his cock while you squirt messily all over your body that it soils the sheets. 

shakily, he leans in and slams his lips into yours, eating your face hungrily. you reciprocate, dancing your tongue with his as you recover from the high of your orgasms. he pulls away, planting a kiss on your forehead before resting his head on your neck. 

you stay like that for a while, waiting for your breathe to steady. when it does, jeno gently pulls out his cock from your hole and moans as he admires the sight of his cum gloriously oozing out of your wrecked hole. it's amazing how your puckered rim clenches and unclenches around nothing and couldn't meet when it clenches. jeno leans down and feasts on his release. he kisses your rim before giving it the softest of licks before slurping all his cum inside your hole. he licks the piss and the cum scattered all over your torso before passing it to you through a passionate and messy kiss. jeno plays with the fluids before passing it you as he sucks your lips and tongue. 

moaning in contentment from the passionate makeout session, you pull back, and lay on his arm after pulling it. jeno pulls you close by your waist and plants a loving kiss on your forehead. 

“how are you, baby?” he asks, voiced gentle as if he's a different person from the one who fucked you wildly earlier. he caresses your butt cheek, knowing how sore it felt after being the receiving end of his harsh slaps. 

“so sore,” you whimper as you scoot closer, finding comfort in jeno's warm embrace as you nuzzle his chest. nothing beats the feeling of being cuddled by him after being used like a ragdoll prior. and you look to have more cuddles with him thanks to the absence of roommates. 

“i love you, baby,” he lands a peck on your lips. “do you want to get cleaned up right now?” 

“just… cuddles first, then we'll take a warm bath.” you reply and jeno couldn't resist cooing at how cute you respond. we'll that's what good sex does to you. and only jeno does that to you. 

“take a rest, then, baby.” he lands a kiss on your forehead. 

“we have the whole place to ourselves to recreate those things in your X bookmarks.” 

[xxstar-girl]

GIRLS OVER FLOWERS

park seonghwa x reader x choi san

✩ SYNOPSIS: lee y/n is just a normal girl, who’s family owns a small coffee shop. she finds herself being accepted in kq-u, the prestigious private university for the wearily. after saving the son of the chancellor from a car accident

✩ PAIRING: park seonghwa x female!reader x choi san

✩ WARNING: suggestive themes, suicidal jokes, mentions of car crashes, explicit content

✩ GENRE: love triangle, smau, fluff, angst, crack, written, smut

✩ note: i will try to post twice a week, depending on how work will be beating my ass with annoying customers. this is also kinda inspiration from girl over flowers drama.

[AREA 51👽part1] [PRESTIGIES💰part1]

[AREA 51👽part2] [PRESTIGIES💰part2]

[OTHERS]

01: getting in kq university📝

02: first day

03: give me free cookies and coffee

04: down bad

05: invite your friends!

[thelibrarian1895]

A Prompt/idea in Star Wars

Just a little thought

Let's say that to be polite, even if he hates it, Obi Wan, when forced to allow his not even in double digits yet padawan to have meetings with the Chancellor, Obi Wan sends Anakin with a gift. (And also a recording device tucked away in a necklace that he has Anakin wear)

Sometimes the gift is just some flowers or some fruit. But at one point Obi Wan received some cookies from a fellow knight who stress bakes. He was prompted by the Force to send the cookies with Anakin.

Palpatine has a serious allergic reaction to the cookies. Turns out the stress baking knight used honey as an experiment instead of vanilla extract and Palpatine, unbeknownst even to himself, was deathly allergic to honey. Anakin gets regular appointments with a mind healer to deal with witnessing the death of his "friend". There's a lot of nonsense that's going on until finally Mas Amedda is confirmed as the chancellor since he is the vice chancellor and the whole point of a vice chancellor is to step in in case of a dead chancellor. It's early enough that Mas Amedda hasn't been revealed as a sith without the Force.

Dooku, in the meantime, has Fallen. He's commissioned the clones and they're in the process of being developed and trained. Dooku decides that he's the Sith Master now so he's going to take up the plan.

Dooku does not know all of the plan. Palpatine didn't trust like that, of course. (And fortunately since Palpatine was only chancellor for a year, he never got the chance or resources to enact any nonsense plans like his own clones)

Dooku becomes senator for Serenno. Dooku becomes Chancellor of the Republic.

Dooku is the one who's pulling the strings on both sides.

Coin toss as to whether or not Dooku knows or finds out about Order 66. I'm inclined to think that he wouldn't enact it. I like to imagine that if he won, which he wouldn't, he'd just use the war to cut the Jedi down to more reasonable numbers/induce them to Fall and maybe encase in carbonite the ones that live but don't Fall yet and take them out every so often to put them through a cycle of torture or whatever to get them to Fall and join him with Force users as the dominant power in the galaxy.

Dooku certainly would not invite Anakin for tea. Dooku would not care to groom Anakin into an apprentice.

He might, however, reach out to his grandpadawan in the days before the war.

Feel free to take this and run with it in whatever direction you please.

[celestialaviva]

hi again! 👋 hope you don’t mind me coming back with a few more questions about the creator’s assistant au :D

do/did any of the cg, aside from green and purple, know or live with their birth parents? if not, do they remember anything about their parents (or other family members)?

speaking of parents: how’d mango and purple come to meet? and does green have any relation to mango, too, or did mango only adopt purple?

what role does gold play in this au? if he’s alive, what’s his relationship with purple?

any ideas/concepts for any of the dungeons so far? i think you’ve mentioned a sound dungeon and a plant dungeon in your other posts.. what other dungeon(s) do the cg + purple explore? :o

if you could describe each of the cg (+purple) in this au in one word, what would it be? also, i love your designs for everyone! esp how you draw their expressions; who in this au’s the most fun to draw?

i will possibly return with more later, but once more: that’s all for now :D feel free to answer any/all/none of these if you’d like, and have a wonderful rest of your day! *gives cookie*

Hello again! :0

I don't mind at all! Im glad with more questions UvU

You're always free to ask more! :3

1. All of the cg are orphans, and half of them remember their parents. Besides Green and Purple, Blue definitely still remembers hers and she adored them. Red and Yellow barely remember theirs. And... hm, I guess Orange is kind of a different story. Though, can you call him an orphan if Alan, his Avatar, is his guardian?

2. Well fhbfkf this is still something Im trying to figure out too. I will say, Mango only adopts Purple, and Green never gets to meet Mango at all. Here's how it kind of goes:

A tragedy occurs within the Heath family and Purple and Green sadly get separated. Purple is left behind at the slums with their parents. The two never see each other again (at least for a decade). Some time after this, the slums get burned down, but Purple was outside of the slums and he was barred from getting back inside. You can guess what happened to their parents...

Purple, being a coder and now a fresh orphan, is at risk of getting captured and becoming a slave.

For some reason somehow, Mango visits this kingdom. I do not know what for, or how yet, but he eventually finds Purple and takes him in. Mayhaps, he noticed Purp was one of the few coders in this kingdom? Nevertheless, he knows the kid was at risk for slavery. He certainly does not want that to happen to his fellow coders, especially the kids.

3. Sadly, Gold isn't alive in this AU. But! He serves as the reason Mango does what he does. If he were alive, Mango probably wouldn't be the chancellor of the prestigious coder school he founded, nor I guess, the ruler of his nation of coders. You could say his nation's the safe haven for coders, in the same way Acadia's kingdom's the safe haven for slaves from all backgrounds.

4. For now, the sound and plant dungeons are the main dungeons I have in the AU

I do want to add more, but due to the current concept of dungeons being tests to determine a potential ruler's candidate, which is more serious than a typical dungeon that isn't raised by an Assistant, it's kind of hard to really be flexible with them. I mean! The dungeons themselves, I like to imagine the environments inside them are unique depending on the Avatar that rules over them. The Avatars make their own rules for each of their own domains. But the rules surrounding dungeons are.... Uh

Okay. I'll be rambling- forgive me fjbskfbdk

It's a system.

First, the Assistants raise the dungeons. Then there would be people either chosen by the Assistants or simply ambitious enough who enter them with the goal of clearing the dungeon.

Avatars are beings that rule the dungeons. They oversee these people, and make them go through their handcrafted trial rooms. They are the reason dungeons in this world are known to be holes of death.

Whoever clears their dungeon will not only get you riches, but also the title of Ruler's Candidate and the power of the Dungeon Master themselves. The Avatar would usually choose whatever metal object on the Candidate's person, and make it their vessel. From then on, the Avatar will stay by their Candidate's side, allowing them to use their powers 'til the Candidate's death. They also serve as the main indicator the Candidate is, well, a Ruler's Candidate, who has captured a dungeon.

When a Candidate dies, the Avatar will then leave their vessel, and wait until an Assistant raises their dungeon once again. And that process starts all over.

A Candidate can have more than one Avatar vessel, meaning yes- they are allowed to conquer more dungeons- but to even achieve your 2nd Avatar, you'd need to be skilled with your first. Because Im pretty sure that an Avatar can sense a Candidate and their vessel, which would for sure push them to make trials hell.

.....That said, I just have no ideas beyond the sound and plant dungeons. The cg will absolutely die if they're not careful in these dungeons.

They're pretty important, for me personally. If the cg entered other dungeons, then they probably wouldn't be the kind of dungeons the Assistants raise. Though this is just a recent idea- so I need to think about this more. I do lean more to the idea of dungeons under the Candidate system being the only type of dungeon in this world. The world is magical enough outside of them I think.

The sound dungeon is the first dungeon introduced, in the same arc Orange, Green, and Red are introduced. The whole cg haven't met yet.

I don't have art of the Avatars yet so just have these. The notes are a lil old and some of these will most likely change, but the sound dungeon is ruled by Melodaize, the Sound Avatar.

The plant dungeon is the second dungeon introduced, but this time all of the cg are together (minus Purple, he's not really part of the cg's adventures). It is ruled by Bay Lauvar.

Avatars do in fact have minds of their own. Though they do follow the same system the Assistants follow to ensure a Ruler's Candidate, it doesn't mean they can't. . well. Be assholes, lmao. Think of Bay Lauvar like Dark in this AU. Maliciously compliant to the system.

Because Avatars have minds of their own, they have the ability to choose their vessel. Usually they would choose who they deem worthy for the Candidate title. In Bay's case, even though Green has an Avatar and is already a Candidate, they would choose Blue as their vessel, making her a Ruler's Candidate. Mostly because Green is in fact not skilled with his Avatar, and also Bay dislikes him- actually dislikes the whole cg, except for Orange and Blue.

Honestly, so much happens in the plant dungeon! But I only got stray moments in mind fjtkhkg-

The cg nearly die here. They were not ready to tackle another dungeon, but Bay isn't at complete fault for the cg nearly dying.....I guess, mostly at fault for Blue losing her legs- but they're not at fault for Green falling into a coma.

I do have a few thoughts for other dungeons- but they would be dungeons Chosen led his Candidate Freedom Guy Acadia in, when they were still around.

Anyway.

Sorry for rambling- hope this answers the question xbhfifbfj

5. That sounds fun :0 Hmmm

Orange: Innocent, perhaps? And I guess he comes off really naive and ignorant, to an extent. Green unfortunately has to deal with it, just like the unwilling big brother he is.

Green: Sly. He's greedy, and deceitful. Though pretty approachable for personal gain. I mean. Why else would he keep Orange around at first? But well, in Orange's view, he knows he cares about him more than that at least.

Red: Spontaneous. I find him very driven by emotions, and while I do think he may be impulsive at times due to them, it's not like he doesn't think about what he does often.

Blue: Sweetheart. Listen. She seems mom friend to me. She's very kind and compassionate and huggable.

Yellow: Cowardly. It's not like she's shy or a nervous wreck or anything. Rather, she's weak willed. She isn't very confident in herself either.

Purple: Prideful. He's kind of a tiny bit of an asshole and certainly confident in himself. I also think somehow he's doing better than the rest of the cg mental health-wise funnily enough. Not completely, but still lmao

And thank you! Im so glad you like them! ;0;

Hmm, overall, I guess Chosen? He's just very simple for me to draw, and I like drawing his hair. Within the cg, I find lil Orange fun to draw too! His curly hair's a tiny bit of a struggle- though thankfully not as much as when I first drew Green's hair- but still, fun! Wavy curly swoopies my beloved

Thank you for all the questions! And the cookie ;v;

I hope you have a wonderful day too! 💕

[lbibliophile-sw]

Guess Who

Also on AO3 [680 words] For @jedijune - week 5: tragedy averted Inspired by The Guessing Game by Kelpie_Mist

Master Vos shrugs at the assembled Council members.

“That’s all we’ve got. We know that the Sith has been playing a long game. We know that they have ties to the Separatists, if only through Dooku. We know that they have high-level influence or authority in the Senate and the GAR. We know that there is a growing Darkness centred on this hemisphere of Coruscant. But beyond that, we’re at a dead end. We’d have just as much luck throwing darts at a list of names. A list consisting, mind you, of half the Senate, two-thirds of the GAR admiralty, and most of the adults in the Order. I’ll keep looking, but at this point we need a miracle.”

Master Vos leaves, and there is a long moment of silence as the Council processes the situation. It is hard not to feel hopeless.

“Very well then, if we are all to be suspects, I accuse Ki-Adi of being the Sith Lord. You stole the last seaweed cookie in the refectory yesterday. Surely a sign of great evil.”

No.

Everyone jumps as the Force chimes in response to Kit’s joke, chuckles running around the room as the tension breaks.

“Really Master Fisto, what an accusation! How does the saying go, ‘you snooze, you lose’? If we are attempting wild guessing now, then we might as well start at the top. Master Yoda, just how long have you been hiding as a Sith in our midst?”

No.

“Offended, I am. Sith, I am not. Too much work, all that scheming is. Particularly when deployed, a certain someone is, and leave me with his flimiswork he does. Sith Lord, Master Windu is, hm?”

No.

“It was your turn and you know it. But if we’re talking about headaches, I’m calling out Skywalker as the Sith. I’m tired of the migraine I get any time that walking shatterpoint enters the room.”

…no.

Everyone straightens to attention.

“That… was a very tentative ‘no’.”

“Does that mean that Skywalker is involved?”

“Is the Sith Lord close to him?”

YES.

As the ringing dies away Obi-wan shifts uncomfortably, everyone in the room either looking at him or studiously avoiding doing so.

“Obi-wan?” It is Depa who breaks the awkward silence. “For the record’s sake, I have to ask. Are you the Sith Lord?”

No.

“See, I always told you I was incorruptible.” His smug smile can’t hide the worry in his eyes.

It is Saesee who speaks next.

“If not the Master, then perhaps the Padawan? I hesitate to re-open wounds, but with the timing of Ahsoka Tano’s leaving the Order, could she be…?”

No. “Little ‘Soka would never! And she is far too young besides.”

The Force and Plo object at the same time, prompting a ripple of guilt and regret through the group.

“Look outside the Order, we must. Married, Skywalker is. A different bond, that could hide. The Sith Lord, Amidala could be?”

No.

Obi-wan glares.

“Really. Are we just going to start listing everyone Anakin spends time with? Who’s next; Admiral Yularen, Captain Rex? Madame Nu, Master Drallig, the rest of this room? Dex? Are you going to start listing out every single one of his troopers? You might as well suspect the Chancellor of the Republic while you’re at it!”

Shaak Ti leans forward in her seat, blue hologram flickering as she frowns.

“Why haven’t we suggested him yet? He fits all the criteria Master Vos brought us. He has been mentoring Skywalker for years. And I know that we have repeatedly raised concerns at the increasing scope of his emergency powers. Is Chancellor Palpatine the Sith Lord?”

There is absolute and deafening silence in the Force.

With a growing sense of dread, they all focus their attention and Mace repeats the question.

“Is Sheev Palpatine, current Supreme Chancellor of the Republic, the Sith Lord and Master we have been searching for?”

Very faintly, as though straining to be heard through the empty void of space or thick clouds of choking darkness, the answer reaches them.

­YES!

[vampire-cookie]

collection of sketches

[bl0ss0m-dr4wz]

Cytober DAY 18 - Clone

Woe Aloe clone/Chancellor/Vera/whatever you want to call ‘em angst be upon ye

Reblogs appreciated!

[hollow-prior]

All MLP Characters

Simply because I'm rewatching and enjoy making lists :)

A:

Angel (Bunny)

Apple Bloom (Earth Pony)

Apple Brown Bake (Earth Pony)

Apple Bumpkin (Earth Pony)

Apple Cinnamon Crisp (Earth Pony)

Apple Frias (Earth Pony)

Apple Fritter (Earth Pony)

Applejack (Earth Pony)

Apple Rose (Earth Pony)

Applesauce (Earth Pony)

Apple Strudel (Earth Pony)

Apple Tart (Earth Pony)

B:

Babs Seed (Earth Pony)

Baked Apples (Earth Pony)

Big Macintosh (Earth Pony)

Blossomforth (Pegasus)

[Prince] Blueblood (Unicorn)

Braeburn (Earth Pony)

Bulk Biceps (Pegasus)

C:

[Princess] Cadence (Alicorn)

Caramel Apple (Earth Pony)

Carrot Cake (Earth Pony)

[Princess] Celestia (Alicorn)

Cerberus (Three-Headed Dog)

Cheerilee (Earth Pony)

Cheese Sandwich (Earth Pony)

Cloud Chaser (Pegasus)

Clover [the Clever] (Unicorn)

Coco Pommel (Earth Pony)

Crackle (Dragon)

Cranky Doodle Donkey (Donkey)

Cup Cake (Earth Pony)

D:

Daisy (Earth Pony)

Daisy Jo (Cow)

Daring Do (Pegasus)

Diamond Tiara (Earth Pony)

Discord (Draconequus)

Ditzy Doo (Pegasus)

E:

[Commander] Easy Glider (Pegasus)

F:

[Admiral] Fairy Flight (Pegasus)

Fancy Pants (Unicorn)

Featherweight (Pegasus)

Filthy Rich (Earth Pony)

[General] Firefly (Pegasus)

Flam (Unicorn)

[General] Flash (Pegasus)

Flash Sentry (Pegasus)

Fleetfoot (Pegasus)

Flim (Unicorn)

Flitter (Pegasus)

Fluttershy (Pegasus)

G:

Garble (Dragon)

Gilda (Griffon)

Golden Delicious (Earth Pony)

Granny Smith (Earth Pony)

Gummy (Alligator)

Gustave le Grand (Griffon)

H:

Harshwhinny (Earth Pony)

Hayseed Turnip Truck (Earth Pony)

Hoity Toity (Earth Pony)

[Commander] Hurricane (Pegasus)

I:

Iron Will (Minotaur)

J:

Jet Set (Unicorn)

Joe (Unicorn)

Junebug (Earth Pony)

K:

Kingpin (Unicorn)

L:

Lickety-Split (Earth Pony)

Lightning Dust (Pegasus)

Little Strongheart (Buffalo)

[Princess] Luna/Nightmare Moon (Alicorn)

M:

Matilda (Donkey)

Maud Pie (Earth Pony)

Moon Dancer (Unknown Pony)

Mooriella (Cow)

Mulia Mild (Mule)

N:

O:

Opalescence (Cat)

Owlowiscious (Owl)

P:

Peachy Pie (Earth Pony)

Peewee (Phoenix)

Pipsqueak (Earth Pony)

Philomena (Phoenix)

Photo Finish (Earth Pony)

Pinkie Pie (Earth Pony)

Prim Hemline (Earth Pony)

[Princess] Platinum (Unicorn)

Pound Cake (Pegasus)

[Chancellor] Pudding Hat (Earth Pony)

Pumpkin Cake (Unicorn)

[Colonel] Purple Dart (Pegasus)

Q:

R:

Rainbow Dash (Pegasus)

Randolph (Earth Pony)

Rapidfire (Pegasus)

Rarity (Unicorn)

Red Delicious (Earth Pony)

Red Gala (Earth Pony)

Rose (Earth Pony)

Rumble (Pegasus)

S:

Sapphire Shores (Earth Pony)

Seabreeze (Breezie)

Scootaloo (Pegasus)

Shining Armor (Unicorn)

Silver Shill (Earth Pony)

Silverspeed (Pegasus)

Silver Spoon (Earth Pony)

[Sheriff] Silverstar (Earth Pony)

Smart Cookie (Earth Pony)

Snails (Unicorn)

Snips (Unicorn)

Soarin (Pegasus)

[King] Sombra (Unicorn)

Spike (Dragon)

Spitfire (Pegasus)

Star Swirl the Bearded (Unicorn)

Stinking Rich (Earth Pony)

Sunny Daze (Earth Pony)

Suri Polomare (Earth Pony)

Sunset Shimmer (Unicorn)

Sweetie Belle (Unicorn)

T:

[Chief] Thunderhooves (Buffalo)

Thunderlane (Pegasus)

Trenderhoof (Unicorn)

Trixie (Unicorn)

[Princess] Twilight Sparkle (Unicorn -> Alicorn)

Twist (Earth Pony)

U:

Upper Crust (Unicorn)

V:

W:

[Mr.] Waddle (Earth Pony)

Winona (Dog)

X:

Y:

Z:

Zecora (Zebra)

Zipporwhill (Pegasus)

[soclonely]

My Hero!

Zillo Beast x Reader fluff crack oneshot Summary: Reader and Zillo beast are dating, Breha is a very patient and supportive friend Warnings: Idk very dumb but good hearted reader I guess, star wars crack

Hi gang! Its been awhile so I figured I'd drop this warm up treat in preparation for my star wars hyperfixation kick in, in which I grace you friends with my finest cracks. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So how did you and Zillie meet exactly?” Breha asks, trying to make pleasant conversation as she tries to remain calm at the large monster that accompanied the two of you to lunch. “Did you er- attend the same university?”

You laugh and shake your head.“Oh no! Not at all. Actually, its pretty romantic.” You place your hand on the Zillo Beasts claw, his tail sweeping and destroying the next block over as he looks down at you happily.”You know how I had been working as Palpatine’s private secretary? And how he was running me absolutely ragged for weeks?”

Breha nods, her eyes darting up to the monster grumbling as it hovers above them. “He seems hungry. Might he like one of the cookies here?” She points to the tray of desserts?

“No thank you. Zillie is gluten free!” You hum, unaware of the lady Organa’s discomfort.

“Very well, continue.”

“Well, the day we met was an especially hard day. The late chancellor was being especially cruel and the office was absolutely chaotic. Everyone was running around screaming but I was so concentrated on planning the state dinner that night that I wasn’t able to learn why. But by the time I looked up the office was nearly deserted!” You shrug, taking a sip of your tea.”Luckily, the streets were also empty which for Coruscant on a friday evening is especially rare as you know. So I was able to make it to the place where we were supposed to have the dinner without any trouble. But I got there and the entire place was empty. It was a dump too.”

“You mean to tell me someone booked a low rate place for a state dinner?” Breha asks, slightly shocked. “I think palpatine would have looked into a place firsthand before even reserving.”

“No, no. When I say a dump I mean a literal pile of rubble. Where the place was before, it was all just destroyed! I still don’t know what happened to it.” You add, the curiosity taking over momentarily.

Breha looks up once more at the third member of their table.”Yeah, I wonder what could have done it.” She mutters under her breath. “A mystery.”

“Right?” You sigh, shaking your head. “So there I was, crying on the curb alone and confused, worried about losing my job because this failure of a dinner didn’t happen and it falls on my shoulders, and a killer headache because for some reason sirens were all over that day when suddenly he starts stalking up to me.”

“Zillie?”

“No, Chancellor Palpatine!” You clarify. “And he looked angrier than a Rancor in a designer suit at a Geonosian wedding. I was preparing myself for the ass chewing of a lifetime until suddenly the ground shook and this big guy here,” You pat Zillies claw lovingly, “He swooped right up and knocked Palpatine right off the edge of the level we were on!” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean I feel absolutely terrible, no one deserves to go that way. Zillie only saw a beautiful woman in distress and a creepy old man running toward her so he naturally just acted in my defense. But if the Chancellor hadn’t of been so cruel…” You trail off, taking another casual sip of tea.”Anyways, I asked him for coffee and its all been uphill from there! I am very happy and we are planning to move to Corellia in the spring and open up an Orchard. Dreams do come true.”

Breha struggles to find the words for a moment.“Well, I suppose that uh, thats all that matters.” She sighs. Breha reaches over the table, taking your hand and smiling. “If you are happy, then I am happy.”

“Thank you Breha.” You beam, giving her hand an affectionate squeeze. “We will have to double date with you and Bail before the big move! Zillie really needs more friends. The last ones I introduced him to disappeared after their night out! The poor wives.”

“Ah, yes well. Now that Bail is Chancellor, free time is hard to come by. Buuuutttt I will put it in the calendar! We could maybe work something out!”

“Wonderful!”

Zillie screeches in agreement, tail taking out another set of luxury condos.

[walnutcookie]

Am curious about the pre cyborg and remote cyborg things for agave.... 🥺

HI ANON I LOVE YOU .... THANK U FOR THE ASK ‼️‼️

Spoilers for the operation survival comics ahead!!

Small explanation for those who havent read the comics: blue star is an alien planet where all of the residents are cyborgs !! Innovation and rapid l development of technology lead to a ton of cookies getting cybernetic enhancements but also ended up polluting the planet so they were forced to create cities underground. ill explain more abt the cyborgs in a moment 👍

the drawing on the left is agave during the time when technology was advancing but the cities were still on the surface of the planet : not sure how but they lost their hand in an accident and had it replaced with a prosthetic one. (they still have it now that they live on earthbread but since its so old and their planets technology differs from earthbread they have to maintain it themself and it doesnt always work the best)

Eventually they were one of the many cookies who were turned into remote cyborgs. these are cookies whos bodies are frozen and preserved in one giant hidden freezer while they control a robotic body with their brains 💥💥💥

During this time agave was specifically a general (or whatever the blue star equivalent would be) in the chancellor's cyborg army. they were compliant for a long while but as things got worse they started to accept that everything that was going on and everything they were being ordered to do was fucking Evil and fucked up and they finally decided to try and start a rebellion which. Was shut down in an instant. It was utterly embarrassing how little they managed to do before getting caught and punished

Agave was banished to a random planet (which turned out to be earthbread) and has lived there ever since. theyre haunted by guilt and regret and frustration but theyre hopeless to do anything about it since its impossible for them to get back to Blue Star without a ship (which is difficult to obtain) and it would be even more difficult for them to do something about it anyways since m theres not enough people who care on earthbread. CASSA was a brief glimpse of hope, but after realizing how shittily they treat aliens that hope was lost. They wish they could do something.

if you know me i bet you can see where this is going ., ill write it out in another post sometime though :333

[chewyjellycable]

There are so many variants of Aloe.

Beta Aloe - Biker who travels unknown lands.

Original AI Run Aloe - Morally Grey Researcher, performed Horrific Testing for a Good Cause

Field Trip Aloe - Previously a Botanist, current Robotics Engineer

Operation Survival Aloe - Scientist of an alien planet known as Bluestar, created remote cyborgs for people to live forever. Now wishes to cause a revolution due to this tech getting out of hand.

Operation Survival Chancellor/Aloin/Vera - Evil clone of Aloe meant to be their replacement. The ruler of Bluestar.

Science Basics Aloe - A Seismologist who has connections to other scientists and, assumedly, acts as an alarm when something is going to happen.

Kingdom Comic Aloe - Visitor from the Future variant that's a brilliant builder and previously called Engineer Cookie

[suzubelle-chan]

Pieces and Moments: Words (Jormungand/Amit shipping)

CW: Bullying (past), Discrimination (past)

Thank you so much Ipham2525 for beta reading these for me. Now onto the fic!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if a man desires a woman, he’ll find some way to spend time with her.

Jormungand sighed at the pile of paperwork in front of him. Compared to the mountains he saw towering over the chancellor’s and the king’s desks, this was a molehill. Yet as he stared at all the squiggles, a sense of discomfort made him shiver. 

He had an assistant who usually took care of this work. However, an accident left him with a broken arm and leg. He would be fine, but for at least a few weeks, he couldn’t work. Thus, leaving Jormungand alone with the papers.

“Abi will probably grumble, but will take this paperwork. Still…” the captain lamented, resting his head in his hands.

There was a soft knock at the door. “Captain Jormungand? Sir?”

He looked toward the sound of Princess Amit’s voice. “Ah, come in, my lady.”

The princess stepped in, slightly shaking with each step, carrying a tray covered in a small teapot, a cup, and a plate of cookies, all  jumping with each movement.

“Are you alright, my lady? You seem nervous.” 

“No…no, I guess. I’m just tired, my lord,” the princess said, slowly setting the tray down. “I…I thought that with all the extra work that has come regarding new treaties with the human countries, I’d offer some help and offer snacks around.”

Jormungand felt a small smile creep up on his face. “Very few could match the princess in kindness,” he thought. “Thank you.”

Her hands snapped back in front of her. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No…” he started but then glanced at the paperwork. It would only be this one time, at least until he could find other solutions. Maybe find someone else who could help him later on. “Well, if you would—”

“I’ll do it!” the princess declared, hands clasped in front of her chest, like she was pleading. 

“Yes?” The soldier blinked. 

“Whatever it is you need, I’ll do it.”

Stunned, the captain cleared his throat and said, “I…need you to read some papers out to me.”

The princess looked at the papers and then jumped a bit, hand on her snout. “Oh of course. I supposed you’re tired from all your usual duties. I’ll happily read to you.”

“Thank you…I apologize for any confusion you may face while reading.” He motioned to the chairs, mainly reserved for scolding soldiers or comforting families. “Please take a seat.”

“Thank you, my lord.” She sat down. “These documents are for you, are they not? So as long as you understand them, that’s all that matters, right?” 

“That is true...” the soldier admitted with a nod. 

“Let me see…” The princess picked up the papers. “The swords currently in the armory…” 

The two continued like this for a while, taking a break for the occasional snack or drink. The time eased away gently, and even warmed the tension between the two reptiles. Jormungand watched as the princess’s shoulders relaxed, her grip on the papers easing as time went on. 

“...Thus we need to seek out available smiths and leather workers in order to repair most of our stock in the armory,” Amit finished, shifting the papers from her face and taking a breath. 

“Thank you, my lady.” 

The princess nodded, handing him the papers. “There’s no need for that, my lord. Anything I can do to help you, I would be eager to do it.”

As the captain took the papers, he blinked. “Truly?” 

“Of course.”

The captain pondered for a moment. “Well… would you be so kind as to write my responses for me?” 

“Write for…ah your hand must be rather sore as well.” She took a sheet of paper and a quill that sat before him, untouched. “Shall we begin?”

Now the guilt clenched around his heart. He knew that she admired him in some way. Pretty much every reptile he met gazed at him so warmly. After all, he was the first reptile to join the royal army, the first to become captain of the royal guard. Why else would she keep a scarf from a common soldier and return it decades later?  She meant so well, truly wanting to help him for pure kindness’s sake, and here he was deceiving her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Of course. Sometimes I take dictation for my queen, so I know what to do. And I did say I’d do anything to help you.”

Jormungand sighed, hands gripping on the table. “My lady, I have something to confess.”

Amit’s eyes grew wide. “Yes?” she asked softly.  

“Well,” the captain sighed. “You see…I don’t know how to read or write very well…” 

“Oh.”

A silence closed in, suffocating the captain. His mind pulled up the jeers and snarls of yesteryears, from his early days of being the only reptile in a platoon of mammals. With the shake of his head, he shoved them away. 

“It’s well known that I hail from a common family and in the days of the old king, education wasn’t widespread throughout the classes. When I was a teen, I’d already dedicated my life to the sword so I didn’t bother with formal education much then.”

The princess tilted her head. “Did you have some education at least?”

“As I progressed through the ranks, Abi—I mean, Anubis, would give me a few lessons. But things were rocky in those days; the shifting of power from the council to the king, it made him too busy. I do know some words, but it was easier to hire someone to do the paperwork so I can focus on traveling and battling dissenters. Unfortunately, the man I hired is currently injured, so I’m in a bit of trouble. If you could continue assisting me, I would be most grateful.”

The soldier watched as the princess’s face slowly reddened, snout to eyes like a piece of fabric soaking up ink from its corner.

“My lady?”

The princess started to speak, her body wobbling in her seat, “I…I would be more than h…happy to help you…and if I could be so bold…I…I could give you some lessons. Her Majesty spends more time in m…meetings now so she doesn’t need me to tend to her as much. I…I have plenty of time.”

“Are you sure?” the soldier asked. 

The color faded just a bit as Amit took in a few deep breaths and continued, “Pardon me, you still need assistance either way. Whenever you get a break from work, I can give you some lessons. When shall I see you again?”

“Well, I don’t have any expeditions planned in the future, so…around five o’clock in the evening tomorrow, when I break the men from training. We can get to any paperwork first and then go from there. If I can keep imposing on your kindness, I would like to start tomorrow.”

“Won…wonderful,” she said in what Jormungand swore was a sigh. But then feverishly waving her hands: “And please, sir. You are not imposing at all. I’m more than happy to do it!”

He watched as a small puff of steam came out of her head. “Are you sure you’re fine with this?”

Amit quickly shook herself, dispersing the billows. “Yes, absolutely.” She quickly picked up the pen. “Now let’s get those responses down, shall we?”

He smiled at her. “Thank you again my lady.”

More steam rose from the maiden’s head as she wrote down the captain’s words.

Later on, Jormungand watched as Amit stiffly walked out of his office and then heard her steps race away. “I hope I haven’t stressed her out with this.” He sighed.How could he overcome this? “Okay, let’s think of this as a mission. I don’t often fail missions. I won’t fail this one. I’ll need to truly focus this time. Otherwise…”

His mind conjured up images of the past, mammals towering over him as they pointed and sneered. Those images didn’t hurt as much as a new, potential one. One of Amit, disdainful, glaring, and turning her back on him. That hurt so much worse. He didn’t know why, but he would do everything he could to prevent it. 

The Captain of Ozmargo’s Royal Guard sat up straight, ready for conflict,tea and some snacks at his side. He was ready for anything. 

He did not flinch when there was a knock on the door or Amit’s calling out, “Pardon me, I’m here my lord.”

“Yes, come on in.”

Amit came in, a bag over her arm. “I hope I haven’t kept you…” She took one look at the man at the desk and then slowly stepped back. She quickly said, “I’m sorry. I see you’re busy. I’ll come back later.” With a bowed head, she left the office, shutting the door behind her. 

Jormungand bolted out of the office after her. He found her a few paces away, head down. He quickly reached out to her while closing the distance. “Wait! Miss Amit! I’m free!”

Amit twisted back, hands clenched. “Are you sure? It looked like you were about to enter hostile negotiations rather than a reading lesson.”

The captain replied, “I just wanted to be prepared. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Amit glanced around the hallways, seeing no one else in sight. “I think we should take this in your office.”

“Yes.”

They both sat at the desk in silence, steam wafting from cups.

Amit clenched her hands on the table, looking at them. “If you don’t want lessons, it’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself to learn. If you just want me to be your secretary and go on as you have done before, that’s fine. I apologize for pressing this on you.”

Jormungand sighed, holding the back of his neck. “No no. I’m grateful for your offer. I should have learned earlier, not to mention I should do my own work. No need to rely on others all the time.”

Amit took in a deep breath and then faced the captain. “Lord Anubis is often…vocal about his opinions. I suspect if he didn’t want to deal with your work, he would have thrown his paws in the air and not touched your work at all. Plus, it’s not anyone’s fault that your assistant is gone. I heard he was a pretty good soldier when on the battlefield as well. I’m sure he was happy to help you. As…as am I.”

He now looked at her. If he had to describe the princess to anyone, it would be surprising. When she first arrived at the castle, she seemed so timid and nervous. Yet time and time again, she showed boldness, such as declaring she would be strong, presenting him again with her charm. Once again, he was taken aback by this lady. 

Amit set her hands on the table. “Can you tell me why you want to learn to read? I’m not saying there’s no wrong reason to learn something, but forcing yourself to learn something isn’t always helpful. If I know why it’s so important to you, then I can help ease your fears.”

Fears…They seemed numerous. There was a small section of mammal soldiers that envied him, thinking he didn’t deserve his position. The beasts of higher rank couldn’t believe a commoner reached such heights. He could usually push such fears down, use them as fuel to succeed. What could be holding him back this time? 

“I don’t want you to think less of me for being illiterate.” 

The words escaped his mouth, fleeing the turmoil in his mind without notice. Once he realized what he said, he immediately held his mouth and looked away. 

“Sir…I would never think of you in that way. You’re…one of the greatest men I know.”

He slowly turned to the woman. He saw nothing but admiration in her wide warm eyes. “Really?”

“Of course. I mean you’ve led countless battles and saved so many lives. Most of my life I’ve heard praises for you from all kinds of beasts, not just reptiles. There isn’t a man in your command that doesn’t speak highly of you.” 

“I suppose so…” He rubbed the back of his neck, setting his other hand on top of the table. “In the early days, the mammal soldiers would often mock me for being different. Scales, eyes, tongue, the physical things that made me reptilian. Of course, I couldn’t do anything about those, so I decided to focus on what I could improve: my sword skills, my strength, and my endurance. And I'm proud of how far I’ve come. Yet, even in this time, I know there are still people waiting for me to fall, waiting for any moment of weakness and they’ll tear me down. I don’t mind the bullying, but I’d hate for the men who trust me with their lives to be slandered by it too.” 

Amit placed a hand on top of his. “Sir, I’d say with all of my heart: not knowing how to do one thing doesn’t make you lesser than anyone else.”

The knight released his neck, sitting up straighter . “You think so?”

“Of course, your men would follow you anywhere. I don’t see how not being able to read or write would affect that. In addition, you don’t have to know everything right away. There are those with innate talent for things, but if someone is attacked by bandits, you wouldn’t really expect them to know how to defend themselves with a sword just by picking it up. I certainly didn’t get every recipe right the first time I tried it and even now I still mess up pastries from time to time.”

“Really?” He tried recalling the few snacks he indulged in; they were always so delicious. He couldn't imagine them otherwise. 

“Yes. And there’s nothing wrong with making mistakes. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time to learn something. But it is rather tragic that you fear failing so much that you don’t let yourself try.”

He sighed, now smiling. “You’re right. Let’s begin.”

Amit smiled and then noticed her hand on top of his. Her face flushed and she took her hand back, as if the contact burned her. "Well now that we’ve gotten that cleared up, I hope you’re looking forward to our lessons.” She started pulling books out of the bag. “Since you said that you know some words, I've brought some children’s books to start off with.”

Jormungand reached for one of the brightly colored books and opened it up. He could make out some letters, but it all looked like nonsense to him. “Looks like I have a long way to go.”

Amit looked at the book and placed a hand over her snout. “Pardon me, sir.” She took the book briefly so she could flip it around. “I think this will help.”

Now most of the nonsense looked like words to the captain. Now it was his turn to blush. “Ah, thank you.”

She stared for a moment, her eyes wide, and then smiled, “You’re welcome so now let’s begin.”

A few weeks later, Jormungand found himself walking in a daze. Every step the captain took felt like lead strapped to his ankles, heavy and uneven. True, emergency missions were, by their nature, a surprise. When Anubis first told him the news, he accepted it with regular ease, mind figuring out the best route and writing mental lists on what to pack. The shock struck him when he realized that he would no longer be seeing her ladyship most of the time. True, they didn’t hold lessons every day. Yet it was often enough that he would usually see the princess waiting for him with some book in hand. He tried to shake the thoughts off; it was ridiculous. Lessons could resume as soon as he returned. Yet there was still a little ache when he thought about leaving her. As he reached his office door, he took a deep breath and headed in.

There was Amit, smiling softly as she read over the last pages of a light green book. She shut the book and held it close to her chest, sighing happily. 

There was something about the sound that made him sigh too. His heart jumped a bit at the sight. “It’s been happening more often lately. Maybe the priest is right and I should take more than one rest day a month…”

“Oh sir!” She rose, setting her book on the desk, and gave a quick curtsey. “Good to see you again. You’ve progressed so much, I thought we could get started on a longer book. I’ve found some novels I think you might enjoy. She started to plop down books, mainly with brown, blue, and black covers, but when she saw the look on his face, she paused. “Pardon me, but is something wrong?”

The captain watched the woman, admitting sadly, “It looks like our lessons will have to be postponed for a while. I’ll be leaving on a mission tomorrow. “

“Ah I see, more conflicts I suppose.” The princess’s snout and shoulders dropped, her hands clasped demurely before her. 

“Indeed, Her Majesty often helps resolve conflicts between clans. Still, some will insist on fighting over one thing or another.” 

“True,” the princess sighed. But then she brightened, clapping her hands together. “Well, just because you’re going away doesn’t mean you have to stop your lessons.” 

“Pardon?”

“It’s actually a perfect exercise. Pick out a book to read on your journey. Try to read a few pages, when you have the time, such as before you go to bed. I’m not asking you to finish the book, just make a little progress. I’ll ask you a few questions about how far you’ve gotten in the story and we’ll go from there.”

He stared at the woman blankly. “Really? You think I can do tha?.”

“Of course, it’s been a great honor to help you. I’d say you’ve learned so much…And…” She glanced away fiddling with her skirt. “I’ve been so happy to help you and I must say…” Now she added in a softer voice, her face flushing a familiar red, “I enjoy spending time with you…very much.”

For a moment, the captain watched the woman taking in her words. He felt himself warm a bit, so he turned away. “Ah yes, your lessons are quite enjoyable.”

“I’m glad. Thank you sir. ” The princess took in a deep breath, regaining her composure. She held a hand out, fingers aimed at the books. “ Now please choose whichever book you like.” 

Jormungand viewed all the covers, sitting neatly in rows like soldiers waiting for orders. Yet his eyes kept snagging at the light green novel, set down crooked in haste. When he tilted his head, he could make out the title, Combat and Confidences. He stepped over and picked up the book. “May I have this one?”

Amit blushed. “Really? That one?”

“Yes, forgive me, but I did come in on you reading it and it looked like you enjoyed it. If you are done with it, I’d like to read it for myself.”

“Of course, but…” She started to fidget. “I’m not sure you would care for the story.”

“Really, what’s it about?”

“Well…”

“Well?”

“At its core, it’s a love story sir.”

He blinked and then commented, “Oooh. That sounds pleasant.” 

“Are you sure? I fear that this story may bore you. Perhaps you’d like a more adventurous or action-filled story.”

“I’d say I deal with ‘action’ and ‘adventure’ on a daily basis. I think a change will be good.” He idly flipped through the book. “So, is it a story about two people loving each other?”

“Not quite, it’s a story about two people falling in love.”

“Really? How does that happen?”

Amit suddenly brightened, clapping her hands. “Oh, well you see the heroine is having a hard time managing her estate thanks to her relative so she requests a lawyer to come help settle matters. However, when visiting his office, both the lady and the lawyer are kidnapped. They are able to escape, but they fear the villains will try to damage her reputation, so the two team up to figure out who had the heroine kidnapped.” 

“That does sound interesting. I look forward to it.”

“Good…. I guess I’ll get going then.” Amit collected the other books and placed them in a bag. “Take care on your mission. I do hope you enjoy reading after all. You just have to try, my lord.”

“Ah yes. Goodbye.”

She gave a small bow. “Goodbye.” And with that she was gone. 

He was then left with the green book. It certainly looked a bit thicker than other ones Amit offered him. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to read the book so badly at that moment. The only thing that came to his mind was the little sigh and smile the princess wore…

He picked up the book, carrying it underneath his arm. “I don’t have to read it right away…It can wait until later.”

Jormungand left on his trip. With each passing day, the book somehow grew heavier and heavier in his bag. Even after making camp, finding the attacker’s base, flushing them out, and assuring the locals would be safe, he hadn’t even glanced at the first page, let alone read the book. He knew that Amit would be disappointed in him. Deep down, he knew she would try to brush it off. She would state he probably did not have much time anyway. Maybe just a little sigh and move on but still…

Sitting on his bed, legs and arms crossed, he stared down at the green book. “ I can do this. I’ve dealt with far worse enemies. All I have to do is read a few pages. Just a few pages. Miss Amit said I didn’t have to finish the book, so…” He knew this, but all he could really do was glare at the book like it was a spy not giving up his secrets.

“Captain, are you available?”

He quickly jumped from the bed, in a perfectly alert posture. “Ah yes, come in.”

A young gecko man came in, arms filled with a large rolled-up paper. “There’s been reports of a recent landslide in the area. No casualties, few injuries, but it does block the path we were supposed to take to get back to the capital.” The man spread the paper out. “We need to know which way to go now.”

“Ah good let’s see.”

They spent a few minutes plotting a new course. It would put them a few hours behind schedule, but they should still arrive on their expected day. No need to send a messenger beast to alert anyone of this new development. 

“Thank you, sir.” The man picked up the map and started to head to the flap when he spotted the book on the bed. He picked it up. “Huh what’s this?”

Jormungand felt heat crawl up his neck and face. “Uh that…is a book I was reading.”

The gecko’s eyes widened. “What really? You can read?”

Now icy fear filled the captain’s veins, “You…didn’t think I could?”

“Well, most of us reptilian soldiers came from commoner families, like yourself. Most of us couldn't afford schooling, but we still wanted to make a better life for ourselves and families. We just assumed that you were like us in that respect. But I guess that you’re really a cut above us.”

Jormungand looked away. He knew that his men looked up to him. He liked to be an example of what a soldier should be like, especially for reptiles, to show them they can be just as great as their mammal counterparts. However, he never really wanted them to think they were that different. He wasn’t that special, at least not to himself.

“Well, actually I only started to learn recently.”

“Oh really...ah that’s why we’ve seen the princess coming out of your office! People have been wondering what kept bringing her there.”

“Ah yes. She’s been giving me lessons.”

 “Oh…” As he set the book down, the gecko muttered, “Well there goes several coins down the drain.”

“What was that?”

“Ah nothing, just a thought sir. Think she’d be willing to give us lessons? Can you ask for us please sir?”

A moment of hesitation. A part of him thought of her gently teaching his men, and it warmed his heart. However, that was quickly overrun by the thought of his soldiers pestering her like a bunch of unruly children, overwhelming her poor ladyship.

“Well, I will pass the idea along to her ladyship, but it will have to be her decision.”

“Thank you sir.”

Once the man left, Jormungand got back on his bed. “I do hope you enjoy reading after all. You just have to try my lord.”

“Just try…” he said as he picked up the book and opened it to the first page. 

Chapter 1 In which a sensible young lady must choose between the peril of a careening carriage and mud….deep mud

“Huh, I’ve never worried about such things. But then again ladies are more worried about their appearance. Plus, she might get stuck if the mud is really deep and sticky. Hope she’ll be okay.”

…

“All thoughts of ballrooms and inquisitive glances were instantly drowned by the flow of marvelous sensations coursing through her body and a sudden desire to drag Randolf into the shadows. 

They would go back into the ballroom soon…but not yet.”

Jormungand then sighed as he shut the book. What a story! So much tension, even right from the start! He swore he held his breath as the kidnapping occurred. He never saw who the villains were at all until they were revealed! And he was also glad the lady and the lawyer were together now…

“My lord, are you alright sir?” 

The captain looked around his tent, seeing light peeping from gaps between the fabric and ground. He then turned toward the opening, seeing light purple clouds from behind a beaver soldier. 

“It’s morning?” the captain said.

“Yes sir.” The beaver nodded slowly, looking over his commander.

“Ah forgive me, I didn’t sleep well last night.” He quickly stood up, sliding the book back on the bed. “Let the men have breakfast and we shall leave in about an hour.”

The mammal nodded. “Yes my lord.”

Once the soldier left, exhaustion smacked Jormungand and he collapsed onto the bed. He couldn’t believe he spent a whole night reading a book! Then again, he couldn’t believe he read an entire book at all! 

As he prepared himself for the long road ahead, yawns pausing his usually efficient packing, he said, “I wonder what Miss Amit would say….”

He could just imagine her clapping her hands. “ You’ve done so well, my lord! You must tell me what you liked!” And then her face flushing red. “ Well if you liked it. It’s alright if you don’t.”   He could also see her waving her hands frantically. “What?!? A whole night, sir please! You must rest!” 

All of these thoughts greatly appealed to him, but really, he just wanted to see her again, discuss this book, share some snacks, maybe even get another book recommendation. 

He let out a yawn. “Well perhaps after some sleep. Hopefully the next one won’t be as exciting.”