#dark turn

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Cherrywood

(2-2)

Short story # 19

Gif NOT mine.

Summary - After seeing the state of your orchard, Daemon makes you an offer he believes you cannot refuse. But when you decline his offer, he is left to wonder what it would take to make you agree. And if perhaps it would be easier to just take you away.

Year posted - 2024

Rating - SFW

Reading time (roughly) - 17 minutes

"So sweetling, mind telling me where I am?" Daemon asked as he sat at the table within the cottage, happily accepting the morning meal (Y/n) placed before him. "Cherrywood orchard, my childhood home." She explained with a small smile, proud of her homestead. "That name sounds familiar." He mused in thought. "The cherrys from my orchard are often sent to the Castle in Kingslanding." She sat across from him, a small plate of food before her. "Ah yes Cherrywood orchard, the home of the best cherries in all of Westeros." Daemon hummed with a charming smile. "I wouldn't go that far." (Y/n) smiled faintly, trying to ignore the blush creeping up her neck from the Prince's intense gaze. "Oh but I would." He teased playfully, his attention snapping to the whimpers coming from another room. "Leo I nearly forgot about him!" (Y/n) hissed as she rushed across the cottage.

Daemon watched with amusement when (Y/n) opened the door leading to the whimpers, only for her to be barreled down to the floor by an excited sheepdog. "Leo calm down it's okay. Yes yes I know I know." She mused to the excited dog, as she got back up from the floor, dusting off her skirts. She intended on taking him outside, but hesitated when she suddenly remembered the crimson dragon, who lay just beyond the walls of her home. "M-my Prince... I well I." She stammered, trying to figure out how to put together her words, but failing measurably. "What is it sweetling?" He asked, rising from his seat, and approaching her. "Well... I need to go out and assess the orchard after the storm, and Leo always joins me in the orchard... But your dragon... I'm afraid of what he might do." She admitted, and Daemon smiled softly. "He will do you, nor your loyal pup, any harm. I will accompany you to ensure it." He offered her his arm, his well tailored clothes a stark contrast to her plan dress that she'd made two summers ago. "O-oh alright." She stammered again, not used to the attentions of a man, let alone one of such nobility.

Exiting the cottage, (Y/n) made sure Leo heeled behind her, so as to not tempt the mighty beast, who lay in wait. And when they stepped outside, Caraxes attention was drawn to them, seemingly contempt and as docile as before. Much to (Y/n)'s relief. "He's incredible, isn't he?" Daemon mused aloud, breaking away from (Y/n)'s side to approach his loyal dragon. "Yes... Albeit a bit terrifying." (Y/n) admitted, signaling for Leo to run off to the barn, where he could be with Zero and out of sight of the dragon. "You shouldn't be afraid, you have nothing to fear. He proved that last night when he allowed you to bring me here." The Prince said, placing his hands against the dragons muzzle affectionately. "Perhaps, but still he is like nothing I've ever faced before, and that frightens me." She again admitted to how she felt around the creature, yet still standing her ground and refusing to run away like her body begged her to.

"Come here, you should meet him properly." Daemon offered his hand to her, a warm and comfortable smile on his face, which eased her anxiety a little. "If he eats me, I'll never forgive you." (Y/n) stated as she stepped forward, her words drawing a laugh from the Rouge Prince. "I understand." He said with a grin, taking her hand once she was within reach, and pulling her to stand directly beside himself and Caraxes. "Don't worry, no harm will come to you." Daemon assured her, noticing the fear on her face. "Just relax." He added as he took her hand, and slowly moved it to rest against Caraxes snout. The dragon blew air from his nose at them, much like he had the night before. Only this time he was far more relaxed, knowing that his master was well again. "He likes you." Daemon whispered close to her ear, having stepped closer to her until his chest pressed against her back.

"What makes you so sure?" (Y/n) asked without thought. "He usually only ever does that to me." The Prince stated, moving her hand to rub gently across the dragons scales. "You hear that rumble?" He asked her in a hushed tone, the smile evident in his voice. "Yes." She whispered, entranced by the beast before her. "He's purring, like a great big cat." He said with amusement, making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "He really is the most incredible thing I've ever seen." She breathed out dreamily, her fears completely washed away, and replaced with pure awe. "He's even more incredible when he flies." Daemon mused, his lilac eyes turning to observe (Y/n) more closely. "I imagine so." She smiled, enraptured with the feel of Caraxes scaled beneath her hand. Suddenly the moment was broken by the loud caws of a flock of nearby crows, drawing (Y/n)'s attention back to her homestead.

"I really should see what damage the storm has done to my orchard." She stated, slowly pulling away from Caraxes and Daemon both. Her cheeks a flush of pink, only having just noticed how close the Prince had gotten to her. "Yes, of course." Daemon agreed, following her and commanding in valyrian for Caraxes to stay put. When they neared the orchard, the Rouge Prince noticed the way (Y/n)'s breathing had hitched. And when he noticed several of the cherry trees broken and destroyed, he understood her sudden change in mood. And wondered silently what this would mean for her. "Oh no." She breathed out in a soft whisper, picking up her shirts slightly before jogging further into the orchard. Daemon chased after her, intent on keeping her within his line of sight. "Gods be good, nearly half the orchard is destroyed!" (Y/n) said as silent tears rolled down her cheeks, Daemon pulled her into his embrace, trying to sooth her.

"It will be alright." The Rouge Prince said in a calm tone, his hands tightening around her waist, when she pulled back to look him in the face. "No it won't be alright. This is all I have, this is my entire livelihood. Without a full orchard I cannot provide the Red Keep with cherries, or the other settlements my produce is shipped off to." Her throat tightened as the realization of it all came crashing over her. Causing her to bury her face into Daemons chest, much to his satisfaction. "What can we do to fix this?" He asked as his hands rubbed soothingly at her back. "New trees will have to be planted in early spring next season, and it will take four to seven years before they will bare fruit that can be harvested." She hiccuped a little at the end. "Deals that have already been made with several settlements will have to be broken, and their coin returned to them. I can still provide the Royal Castle with Cherries, but as the years go by the orders get larger and larger for the Castle." She pulled away to look into his lilac eyes. She looked like that of a broken child, weeping for things that cannot be fixed.

"Why not leave this all behind? Come with me, forget about this life, and the struggles that come with it." He offered her with a charming smile, certain that she would take his offer in a heartbeat. "That is kind of you my Prince, but I cannot just abandon this place. It is my home. I was born here, and I will die here like my family has." She smiled through her tears, and Daemon had to force a kind smile, annoyed that she didn't simply take his offer. "What happened to your family?" He asked, intent on changing the subject for a brief time. "My mother died of a fever when I was barely a woman, and the following year my father was in a farming accident while helping an old family friend. He later died from an infection we could not battle. My elder brother was murdered a few years ago by a thief attempting to steal from our home. I held him in my arms as he bled out... I witnessed all of their deaths." She frowned deeply, remembering their faces in their last moments all to well.

"I buried each of them, below a great willow tree, where I hope to be buried one day. Once more reunited with them all." A few more tears escaped her glossy eyes, and Daemon wiped them away with his thumbs. "But who will bury you, if their is no one left?" He asked in a soft tone. "I'm afraid I do not know." She shook her head, her piercing eyes staring into his own. "Sweetling... This is no life for a beautiful woman such as yourself. You should be wrapped in fine silks, drinking wine, and not worrying or wanting for anything." He placed a gentle kiss against her forehead, hoping he could still charm her into accepting his offer. "I am merely a common woman, this is my destiny, and my place. I am not a noble woman, and I do not belong to a prominent house. And all I want is a warm hearth, dry shelter, and a meal in my stomach. It's all I can ask." She leaned into his touch as he held her face between his strong hands, hoping not to upset him by rejecting him for a second time. He gave her a tight lipped smile, trying desperately to keep his temper in check.

"You are a fine woman, and you deserve the world. I hope one day you will have that." He let go of her face, and took a small step back. Already brewing a plan within his depraved mind to get exactly what he wants. "Besides you said so yourself, my cherries are the best in Westeros. I cannot simply give that up because times are hard." She smiled sweetly. 'Fuck the cherries, you should be mine!' Daemon thought to himself, but only smiled kindly at her. "Well there is much work to be done, and I need to send word to the settlements about what has happened to my orchard." (Y/n) stated with a sad look upon her pretty face once more. "I will assist you." The Prince offered, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to coax her into being swayed by him. "Oh my Prince, you shouldn't bother yourself with such things." (Y/n) said in a soft tone, making him smile at her. "I insist, it's the least I can do, after all you saved my life." He said smoothly, smirking darkly when she ducked her head in embarrassment. "I suppose you're right." She mumbled as she nervously toyed with the cuff of her sleeve. "Just tell me what you need done, and I'll see it gets done." Daemon said in a charming way, pulling one of her hands up to place a small kiss against her knuckles, again smirking when she blushed deeply.

"V-very well... We'll need an axe from the barn, and Zero will have to be put into his harnesses and hooked to a wagon, to haul all of the wood back to the house." (Y/n) stated as she began walking towards the barn, with the Prince hot on her heels. For several hours they worked tirelessly, cleaning up the debris of the destroyed cherry trees. Daemon chopping the wood into smaller pieces with the axe, while (Y/n) hauled those pieces to the wagon and stacked them accordingly. Barely into the work, the Prince had decided it best to remove his leather tunic, and work in his loose white top. Which became wet from his sweat as he continued to work, the garment sticking to his broad back, and occasionally his chest. And often times (Y/n) found herself staring at him in such a state, mesmerized by how elegant he still looked in such a state. Much to Daemons pleasure, he would smirk and even wink whenever he caught her staring at him. Certain now that should he ask her again, she might be more inclined to accept his offer. When the wagon was full, (Y/n) made note of how much more wood needed to be cleared out. "We should take this load back, and then take a small break." She said to the Prince, trying not to stare when he turned her way.

"Alright." He smiled charmingly, before picking up the hem of his shirt to wipe way the sweat on his brow. (Y/n) audibly squeaked at the sight, averting her eyes quickly. Daemon chuckled softly at the sound, greatly amused by her shy nature. When he approached she grabbed Zeros reins and began leading him back to the barn, where the wood would be stacked and stored for the winter. It wasn't the best wood to burn now, as it was still green. But by winter it will have dried out, and would burn wonderfully on cold nights. "I cannot imagine you would have made so much progress on your own." The Prince mused as he walked beside her. "No I don't imagine I would have." She agreed with a small smile, shivering a little in a good way, when she felt the Prince place his hand against the small of her back. "It is a wonder you do not have a husband already." He said casually. "I do not get out much, my time is mostly spent here. And the men I have met are either already married, or have no interest in a woman such as myself." (Y/n) admitted. "They are fools not to be charmed by you." Daemon said. Making the young maiden blush deeply, like he had so many times in a single day.

"That is kind of you to say." She mumbled shyly, making him grin. After they'd unloaded the wagon, (Y/n) let Zero out into the pasture to graze and relax for a while. Then they went inside to rest themselves, and eat a small meal to keep up their energies. "You truly are a magnificent creature, it is no wonder Caraxes allowed you to help me." The Prince mused as he sipped the glass of cherry wine she'd offered him. "You are to kind." (Y/n) ducked her head, trying to focus on the food before her. A simple meal, one of salted meat, bread, cheese, and half an apple. The same before the Prince who seemed more occupied with watching her. "Did you make this wine?" He asked before taking another generous sip. "Yes I did, four summers ago. It has been aging since today. I hope it is to your liking." She said meekly, peering at him with curiosity. "The best wine I've had in some time." He praised. "Thank you my Prince." She beamed at him with a smile, clearly proud of her work, and proud she'd pleased him. "Is there anything you cannot do?" He asked playfully, and she thought for a moment. "I cannot play any instruments, never had the time to learn." She concluded, making Daemon chuckle.

"You are a wonder." He mused with a grin. "You give me to much credit." (Y/n) said with a warm glow about her. "And you cease to amaze me." He countered, with a wink. "I should go feed Zero and Leo." (Y/n) stated suddenly, clearly growing flustered by his praise and flirting. "I would like to join you." He said as he followed her. "You don't have to." She insisted, but he only smiled at her, following her outside. Once outside he couldn't help but grasp her arm, turning her attention back to him, hoping he'd charmed her enough to have swayed her mind. "Are you certain you would not rather live a relaxing life with me in the Red Keep?" He asked her in a soft voice. Though when her smile fell, he felt anger bubble in his chest. "I am sorry my Prince, but as I've said, my place is here." She offered him a sad smile, which was quickly replaced by fear, at the deep scowl that had overtaken his soft demeanor. "I have been noticing but kind to you, and yet you deny me?" He hissed, his anger becoming evident. "I will ask you one more time." His grip on her arm tightened painfully. "Come with me." Though it sounded more like a demand than a request. "N-no please let go of me!" (Y/n) stammered as she tried breaking away from him.

Caraxes stirred from his place, becoming alert as he watched the two. "That is the wrong answer." The Rouge Prince hissed, before striking (Y/n) so hard she fell unconscious. He caught her in his arms before she could fall to the ground, gently cradling her in his arms. "You are coming back with me, whether you like it or not." He muttered to her, as he brushed her hair out of her face. Afterwards he mounted Caraxes with her securely in his arms, taking flight but merely hovering over her homestead. "Dracarys." He ordered Caraxes, who set ablaze her home, what remained of the orchard, and even the barn. Leaving the dog and horse to fend for themselves in the pasture, before flying back to Kingslanding. The trip was short on dragonback, and once inside the dragonpit Daemon dismounted Caraxes, with (Y/n) still in his hold. Everyone he passed gave him questioning looks, but no one dare ask him who the woman was, and why she was here.

Hours later (Y/n) began to stir awake, groaning softly at the dull pain in her head. But as she nestled within the bed, she realized it was much different from her own. Plush and luxurious compared to her bed, the blankets feeling like fine silk and linen. When she cracked open her eyes, she observed a fine canopy above her, something her bed did not have. And suddenly everything came back to her, and she was filled with fear. Sitting up quickly she tried rushing out of the bed, only to be pulled back by her ankle, and falling to the cold stone floor. She had screamed momentarily, thinking someone had ahold of her, but she quickly realized it was in fact a metal cuff around her ankle, which was chained to the bedpost. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized that the Rouge Prince had kidnapped her, and taken her prisoner. Silently she pulled herself up, and curled up in a ball on the bed. Wishing that she had never met him, that she hadn't saved his life, and that she was back at home. As she sobbed quietly, she didn't notice the chamber door open and close as someone entered. Nor did she notice when they approached the bed. It wasn't until the bed dipped that she looked up, finding Prince Daemon smiling down at her. "You're awake!" He mused as he brushed her hair aside, and it took everything within her not to choke on the sobs escaping her throat. She tried to move away from him, only to be reminded of the wretched chain, when he pulled it harshly to get her back to his side. Oh how the gods have forsaken her.

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<- Part one

A nice dark twist for this story, and I hope you enjoyed it! I know I definitely did!

[tilbageidanmark]

[3xm-draconic]

Desmodes (Werebat and Astarion Story) TRIGGER WARNINGS!

Summary: Cyris and Astarion Confront Cazador...things end badly

“YOU WHAT?” Cyris turned to Astrion shocked, “darling I was forced to do it, HE . FORCED. ME” Astarion replied, Cyris understood but still…

They were children…

Children.

They had stumbled into the Gur camp by accident, originally Cris wanted to kill them all to protect Astarion…but after hearing them out…

“We need to help them and we already planned on shredding the flesh from your old master’s bones anyhow…we should stop postponing” Cyris grumbled, he was…angry…angry at it all.

 Angry at the situation they were in.

If they brought Astarion along he could be sacrificed…but Cyris knew he could not deny his sweet little star the taste of…vengeance…

They left the 12 rust swords tavern at first light…

Astarion, Karlach, him and Gale…

But as they were leaving…

Cyris caught a whiff of vampire scent…the smell of moss on old gravestones…

Cyris tracked voices to a room…he placed his ear to the door…

“We should go, I don’t want to face the master if we are late for his black mass…” A woman quivered in fright, “soon sister, I only need one more mark” a male remarked, “we have enough for the master, no more are needed!” she squeaked.

Cyris peeked inside, there was a human male and a female dark elf…

“It’s not for the master, it’s for me!” the human whined “I spent 100 years eating rats and dogs…but soon I’ll be able to feast!” he gleefully muttered.

Astarion heard their voices too…he barged in.

“Cazador promised you your freedom? And you believed him? HA! You were never burdened with intelligence” he mocked them.

“ASTARION!” they gawked in unison…

“It…it can not be..” the drow uttered, “that's no way to welcome back a brother doll” he hissed, “You got out, you were free…why did you come back?”, “I am here to kill him, to kill Cazador” astarion proudly smiled.

“You’re lying, you…you can’t raise a hand to the master…” Petrace shuttered.

“You have NO idea what I can do…” astarion smirked darkly…

He grabbed Petrace by the throat and held him to an open window, to the sunlight…

He started to calcify…to turn to ash…  

“NO!” Doll screamed.

“WHERE IS HE HIDING!?” Astarion growled “TELL ME!”, Petrace screamed in utter agony, “Brother, Please!” Doll begged. 

As much as Cyris found domaneering Astarion to be Hot as fuck…it was pretty horrible seeing him treat them like this…

“Look guys just talk or he’ll burn you” Cyris sighed…

“WHAT THE HELLS HAPPENED TO YOU ASTARION, W-WHAT ARE YOU?!”, Astarion smiles “I am MORE than what I was…”

They left for this…Defiled Chapple…

“You know that was fucking hot…you being all…dominating…back there” Cyris said as he pulls Astarion close to him, Astarion chuckled “would you like me to dominate you?” he stared into Cyris’s eyes “my pet~”

Astarion looks at him devilishly “You know Cy…what if someone else…completes the ritual…”, “that would be bad starry, I don’t wanna lose you”, “what if someone took my place?”, “I don’t wanna lose you…to power, you don’t need that power to be powerful darlin…” Cyris sighed.

Great…it was in the sewers…just great…

Wading in knee-high shit-water was not on Cyris’s to-do list today…and yet here he was…

What was even worse than the sewers?...setting camp in Cazador’s Mansion, they got attacked in their sleep and Cyris had to…to..

He did not kill them…he only scared them off…

“CYRIS?!” Astarion screamed “THE HELLS! They will come back!”, “they are like you…scared…and…hurt” he sighed.

Astarion was quiet…

The fight with Cazador…was a blur…

Blood stained his vision…

Was..was he down?...no he was up…was Starry ok?...yhea he’s up…wait…what’s he doing?

“Starry? What are you doing?” Cyris groaned, “Gale offered to help me do a ritual”, “STARRY! NO!” Cyris Screamed, “but Cyris think of the power I could wield!”, “What of them! What of the ones like you?....What of Sebastian?”

Astarion stopped, then glared and growled “200 years…”, “AND YOU’D SACRIFICE OTHERS TO MAKE YOURSELF LIKE HIM?” he snapped.

Cyris got up…his body hurt…he got up and turned to leave.

“Cyris?...CYRIS WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!”, “away from you…” Cyris glared at him “you said we could be better, you made me FEEL that I could be better, that I could have DIGNITY that I could BE ME AGAIN, I don’t need to chase power to make myself feel powerful…I have power…” he turned away “but I guess you lied…you lied like you always do…”.

“Cyris..” Astarion’s voice quivered, the word heavy in his throat “no…don’t leave me…please…”

But he was already walking away…

Cyris hit the bars in town and got piss drunk…then he hit the brothels and got his brains fucked out by two drow…then…he stole drugs from an apothecary shop…

He was so high he just sat there in the street…in the cold rain…letting the emptiness finally consume…

Every…

Last…

Piece…

Of…

Him…

Cyst wanted nothing more than to just…end.

To slip into oblivion…

He wished he NEVER met Astarion…

Cyris closed his eyes and readied himself for his heart to restart…it was going to be painful…

Cyris gagged and sputtered and vomited…

He was tired of this, tired of LIFE…

He looked at the bell tower…

Gods…the view…

If Cyris wasn't about to kill himself…he would be enjoying the sight…but right now…Cyris only had one thing on his mind…

“Enough fall damage will surely do me in?...one big splat?” he mumbled to himself…

As he got on the ledge…

“Oi…kid…whatcha doin?” a woman’s voice called to him, Cyrus turned around to see a young Halfling woman.

She had long red hair braided into an extremely long braid that wrapped around her waist like a belt, she wore a simple green dress and on her back was slung a shield…

Cyris grumbled to himself “the fuck do you care?” he hissed, she looked at him disapprovingly “would be ashamed of a fine young man’s life, come boy, sit with me and talk, tell me what ales your aching heart?” she sighed.

Cyris stepped back from the ledge…

“You wanna know? FINE”

“Yy boyfriend tells me we can be better, that we can improve ourselves. He makes me feel that I can…I can be the man I once was…before I was kidnapped by a hag and brutally torchered…but suddenly he wants to sacrifice 700,000 souls to make himself more powerful? To make himself what? a god?” Cyris lamented

“I…I thought…” he whimpered “I thought I could be me again, that I could feel love, feel happiness…myself becoming me again” he turned away “but I am wrong…”

He got up “I WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN, I WISH YONDALLA HAD NEVER GIVEN ME TO MY MOTHER! I WISH TO HAVE MY NAME STRICKEN FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE!” he screamed…

“Hmm…you really wish I never led your mother to you?” the woman said.

Cyris froze.

He saw her for who she was…

“Y-yondalla? g-great grandmother?” his voice quivered frightfully…

“Oh don’t be frightened of me lad, I don’t bite” she got up and walked over to him “you are a good man…think of all the things you have done” she sat up “the good things”.

“You helped save innocent lives, you avenged countless others, you protected those who needed help” Yondalla smiled, “who cares what your boyfriend says, you make you and kid…you are a good man. You nurture, you care…you should go back and help him. Stop him from making a bad decision”

“It’s too late for that, I know he’s finished the ritual by now…” Cyris sobbed “I…I ran out on all of them…I know they are spawn. That no one give a flying fuck about them but I FUCKING DO. They had their lives taken from them! They deserve a second chance…” he sniffled “and he took that away…”

“Then…will you avenge them?” Yondalla said to him.

“...I…” Cyris thought about it, how much of a tyrant Astarion would become…

“I will..” he said as he got up “and I’am nipping this threat in the bud…”

[saturnvs]

stjärnfall / falling stars

[roseeycreates-blog]

Dark Turn

I got into a little accident this morning. The motorcycle I was riding almost crashed. Fortunately, the driver managed to prevent it from happening. Unfortunately, the biker beside us did crash, and they started arguing. I just walked away because I didn't want to deal with angry motorists. My destination was within walking distance, so I continued on foot. As I was walking, a realization hit me: what if I hadn't made it and got into that accident? Would anyone mourn for me? My mom still has two other sons, so I guess I wouldn't be much of a loss. I am nobody's loss (this took a dark turn). I've been seeing posts about "who will stay by your grave the longest," and honestly, I can't think of anyone. No one would sit and stay at my grave. People might mourn, but that's natural. After that, no one would notice that I'm gone.

[nickydraws]

Yeah, I'm normal about him

[batsyheere]

I sometimes just imagine the first time Phantom is introduced to the league as like, a fellow big league hero. As someone who works with Justice League Dark and took down the Ecto Acts with his own team and allies to be included under the meta acts like aliens. He knows Constantine and Zatanna and is a pretty common name in the magical community now even if usually as his human form "just Danny".

And suddenly he is surrounded by these "big time heroes" and aliens and champions and most would assume he'd be overwhelmed or in awe. Maybe nervous, or weirdly fixated on being in space.

But here's the kicker- Danny is dead. Technically part of the category ecto-entity, ghost, and thus belonging to the Infinite Realms. He has met a vast variety of characters who are far more chaotic and legendary than these people who have so much interpersonal drama it looks like one of the soap operas Tucker refuses to admit he watches. Wonder Woman? Danny has lunch with Pandora and visits the Greek sections of the realms when he needs to research old prophecies. Superman? Kryptonite is like rock candy and the dead of Krypton are either very sweet or very condescending and Danny has seen both in the Boy Scout. The less said about the Green Lanterns the better. The Flash family are entertaining but also headache inducing because Danny has heard the complaints about the timeline. Half a dozen other heroes and vigilantes have their own dramas that Danny could pick apart at the source for the many issues that started said drama, and that's not even beginning on the issues with Batman and the weird galley of children he has who are sometimes even worse than the dark knight himself.

Meanwhile the League find themselves growing more concerned and horrified the more Phantom manages to reference his adventures and rather stressful start as a vigilante. Constantine hasn't been more entertained in years.

[stormythalamus]

i hope the pjo show makes lmm hermes. not him playing hermes; he IS hermes.

percy: you’re hermes? wait aren’t you that guy who wrote hamilton

hermes: i made a bet with apollo bc he said i wouldn’t be able to write a musical better than him. i needed to prove my superiority. artemis gave us each a topic to write about.

percy: what was his show about?

hermes: spider-man.

percy: there’s a broadway show about spider-man??

hermes: exactly.

[angiemaniac]

🩸Choose Your Fate 🩸

So many hands. I'm probably not gonna be able to tag them all without a bloat lol

So let's play a game! How many can you identity?

Timelapse

[rapidhighway]

more.

[marigoldendragon]

Night vision.

Or beastfolk eyes doing that glowy mirror thing that animals have at night time.

[precious-little-bhaalbabe]

Owlbear Cub: “You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you, because you are my friend :>”

My good Durge, crying: “He’s just like me fr. He’s everything I strive to be.”

[verflares]

(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:

"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"

[softsimulation]

a gloomy day at 18 culpepper house

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[serendippertyy]

self indulgent doodles of a horse based on the dark knight joker because I'm in love with him

his name is last laugh 😼😼

[kamuch-kommando]

Since everyone's sharing their own vision of Poseidon, here's mine!

(17.11.2024)