#dragon heart (mainverse riot)

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Her spider senses are tingling. Something is wrong with the S.O. Cue little spider skittering over walls and through any crevices she can fit into. She has a dragon to find!

"Riooooot? My spines are tingling. You ok??"

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Well, Rachael came in at an awkward time.

".....so. Ye got turned into a spider." The very tall, very buff lady with wings who sort of resembled Rachael's boyfriend, looked down at her chest with an ever increasing look of dismay. A long sigh filled the room.

"You get t'be Spiderman, an' I got turned into a woman. Fuckin' ballocks, this is."

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The newly drake-turned-valkyrie groaned from the ground a good five feet away, wings crumpled in around his body. From a ways above, Jonas could hear a woman's voice calling down to the creature that had just landed on him. The voice sounded northern European in origin, but it wasn't clear from where exactly.

"Did you feel the wind under your wings? You want to try and feel the currents in the air so you can glide into a more graceful landing."

"Oy, FUCK OFF!" The "woman" sat up from the crumpled position she'd landed in, glaring up at the person who was yelling down from the roof of the building. Riot didn't even see Jonas yet in his anger. He continued to yell in his southern British accent.

"I can't believe ye fuckin' PUSHED ME off uv a BUILDIN'! I coulda DIED, Gale!"

"But you didn't!" Replied the pink haired valkyrie-turned-drake that was leaning over the roof. "Hey, who's that down there with you? You didn't land on them did you?"

"The 'ell are ye on about? There ain't nobody--"

Riot looked around until his eyes fell on the newly turned leviathan that was Jonas who had been peacefully getting water from a rain pipe, until he had so suddenly crash landed on top of the poor thing. Riot let out a shout of surprise, scrambling up to his feet and spreading his wings out. They looked ruffled and puffy, making this tall figure look even bigger as he assumed a defensive position.

"Wot the FUCK is THAT?! Gale, what kinds o' bugs d'ye fuckers 'ave around 'ere?!"

"Bugs?? That's a little big for a bug, Riot."

"Well you're up there, an' im down 'ere with the damn thing, so i think i 'ave a better idea of what it looks like. Cuz, in case ye forgot, YE PUSHED ME OFF UV A BUILDIN'!"

"Oh quit yelling about that, you lived didn't you? This is exactly how my sisters taught me to fly!"

"You lot are fuckin' nuts--GET DOWN 'ERE AN' 'ELP ME WI' THIS THING!"

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Jonas wasn't in the greatest of shape at the moment. The pool he'd been sheltering in had sprung a leak and he'd been forced to crawl out and meander around looking for water. It was getting harder to breathe as well. He'd managed to find a broken pipe dripping some water in an alleyway and had crouched up under it as best as he could but the drip was agonizingly slow and not enough for his size. His antennae drooped, his colors were dull.

And then something BOUNCED off of him and he went " KBBLSH! " spitting out what little water he'd been accumulating. His big eyes wobbled around fearfully trying to see what it was

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"Oh, thank goodness." Gale let out a sigh of relief as she ran her hands over her wings. "I'm so happy to be back to my normal self again. I felt so disconnected from everything without my wings, and I was beginning to worry that I'd never fly again. Riot, you must be relieved too, right? I know how upset you were about your..."

Gale looked over to see Riot standing there, empty hands facing upward in front of his chest, as if he was holding something. She blinked a couple times, and tilted her head in confusion.

"Riot? Are you okay?"

He didn't answer right away. But when he did, it was not at all what Gale was expecting;

"Is it weird that I kinda miss havin' tits?"

"....that's your takeaway from this? Missing your temporary breasts?"

"I mean...kinda? I'm bummed that I can't fly anymore too. I always wanted t' be able t' do that."

"After all that fuss over losing your penis, now you miss having breasts???"

"AND flyin'! Fuck, Gale, I'm not an idiot who only thinks with his dick! Which i am also very fuckin' thankful to have back."

"You--?!"

"Gale." Riot interrupted her. "At the end of the day, I am still a man. A man who likes tits."

There was a moment of silence between the two of them as they stared at each other.

"....You are a very contradicting creature."

"I can live with that."

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Surprise character update; Riot now owns a black Sphinx cat named Smaug, but he almost exclusively refers to the creature as "Burnt Chicken".

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Halloween Event : "Outfit Swap"

Cont. from [X]

Riot groaned as he came to again. The back of his head hurt like hell. He blinked, squinting at the bright blue sky above him. What happened? How did he end up down here again? He was on a walk, then a couple of weird notes drifted down from the sky. Gale showed up, and....

A little ways in front of him, a familiar voice was also groaning as they began to wake up. Riot remembered the weird gust of wind and shadows that had surrounded them before he lost consciousness. From the sounds of it, it had knocked Gale on her ass too. Riot moved to sit up, but getting up was a lot harder than it usually was; it felt like two kids were hanging onto to his shoulders like dead weight. He managed to get upright on the ground, and rubbed the back of his sore head.

"Fuuuck. You okay--The FUCK? Why's my voice sound like that--??"

Riot put a hand over his throat and cleared it a couple times, but...something felt wrong. Everything was just, smooth. No ridges and hard edges of his scales to be felt. He looked down at his hand, only to find more bare skin all the way up to his shoulders. Riot's hands shot up to feel for his horns, but they only found hair instead. No. He twisted his upper body around to look for his tail behind him, but got jumpscared instead by a pair of massive, dark brown wings sprouting out of his back. What was going on?!

Riot turned back around to look down at his hands again, and noticed something else amiss. Something far more concerning to him than the missing scales and acquiring of wings. His gaze moved further down, chin tucking in closer to his collar bone, confirming what he feared. His clothes were now loose fitting in odd places, all but one; his shirt was pulled tight over his newly gifted breasts.

Oh, FUCK no.

"Gale? I think that note was somethin' ma--"

Riot yelled out in surprise when he looked up and saw Gale, body jolting backward. He had to catch himself with his hands behind him, and those new wings of his had puffed up almost twice their size. Sitting up in front of him, rubbing the back of her head, Gale was now covered in pearlescent white scales in a pattern similar to how his had used to look. There was a pale purple tint to them, the 'veins' that had been lava for him glowing on her with colors that envoked the northern lights. Gale winced, looking up at Riot.

"Why are you shouting?? And what was that weird shadowy....huh?"

Her eyes finally focused on Riot, and she blinked a couple times, as if blinking would magically fix the body fuckery that she was looking at. She reached up with one hand to rub her eyes and winced as hard scales scraped her face. She looked down at her hand the same way he had, and Riot watched as her brow furrowed. Gale looked over her arm, and caught sight of the pearlescent tail sitting off to her side. Riot could see in her eyes that the reality of their magical situation was sinking in as they met his once more.

They stared at each other in near silence for a while, taking in the other's new form while settling into their own new skin. Eventually, the shock of the switcheroo wore off, and all their feelings came bubbling up to the surface all at once;

This was going to be a long, uncomfortable October.

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How Are You In Bed?

"HAH!

Oh dear, this will be some tough news to break to my three partners. I suppose it's about time that I tell them I've been a virgin this whole time."

"Iiiii don't know about that. Thanks though, I guess?"

"Well that's just rude. Just admit you can't handle vampires, coward."

"And? Why we bringin' it up in front o' everybody?? They don' need t' know my business."

"Oh goodness, you couldn't be farther from the truth! I may be a Valkyrie, but I'm still mortal for the time being...!"

"And that is just how I like it. Do not touch me. :)"

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How Attractive Are You?

"98?! M-Me? Oh gosh, I think this thing is a little broken--"

"I'll say! It only gave me a 42! 42!!"

"Hey, at least you got on the scale. Am I really that scary looking...?"

"Hey, i'll take a 61. What'd you get, Gale?"

"Ten thousand!" :D

"..." "..." "Aw, good for you! :D" "..."

Meanwhile, at the Flamel Medical Institute:

"How generous of a system that scores you based on the number of characters, vowels and consonants your name has. My self esteem surely would have been in shambles if it gave me anything less than a 50." (/sarcastic)

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@splinter-sister [in reference to [X]]

Riot was catching up on the news on his phone, lounging on the couch, when he heard the sound of keys outside the front door. He checked the time and did some quick math--she was home pretty quick. Riot frowned, worried that his concerns had indeed been true.

He got up from the couch to head into the kitchen and grab her a drink. By the time Rachael had opened the front door, Riot was already back and setting the can of beer on the coffee table. He didn't sit down yet though, instead walking over to meet her at the door.

"Hey, spitfire. How'd it go?"

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Riot has appeared! What to do?

(Art by @/Lymerikk on DA/TH)

"Why're these things always so aggressive towards me?

Anyways, I 'ave armor platin' scales all over m'body. If ye end up breakin' yer hand tryin' to do anythin' t'me, that's yer own damn fault. I ain't payin' fer ye 'ospital bills.

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Right back at you for Riot and Rach.

DATE

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Who asks for it:

•[] Your muse asks mine

•[X] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

•[]Platonic

•[X] Romantic

•[ ] First

•[X] Double date with: (dunno who, but he'd be open to it!)

Location of the date:

•Movies

-[ ] Romantic Comedy

-[X] Adventure

-[X] Animated

-[X] Horror

-[X] Drama

-[ ] Buddy

-[X] Other: (Anything but a RomCom really, he finds those movies insufferable lmao)

•Restaurant

-[ ] Expensive/High Class

-[ ] Small and Familiar

-[X] Fast Food

•Nature

-[ ] Beach

-[ ] Park

-[ ] Forest

-[ ] …and having a picnic

-[X] Other: natural springs/hot springs. Reminds him of home, and he'd love to share that with her ♡

•[X] Visiting a Museum

•[ ] Visiting an amusement park

•[ ] Visiting a haunted location

•Staying at home

-[X] Watching movies

-[ ] Playing video games

-[ ] Reading

-[x] Other: Ordering takeout and talking shit lol

The date might hopefully end with:

•[ ] Holding hands

•[X] A kiss

•[X] In bed

•[ ] Knowing each other better

•[ ] Sleepover between friends

•[ ] A marriage proposal

•[ ] Other:

Should you reblog this?:

•[ ] Yes! I want to send you one!

•[ ] Yes

•[X] No (you already did lol)

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 🍃 - Have my muse pose tastefully for your muse’s art project 

Riot modeling for Rach as she tries sculpting.

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Casual Nudity

 🍃 - Have my muse pose tastefully for your muse’s art project  @splinter-sister

"Ye wanna sculpt me?"

That was the first thing Riot said when Rachael posed the idea to him. There was a part of him that was flattered, of course - it wasn't every day that an artist asked him to be their muse! But they both knew what his body looked like at this point; plated scales with rough finishes and sharp edges, spikes along his shoulders and down his spine, and glowing veins like magma scattered across. It wasn't the type of body he'd really think of when it came to models for a sculptor to reference. If choosing a model was like choosing a difficulty setting, he'd put himself somewhere closer to the "hard mode" side of the range.

Furthermore, Riot never thought of himself as someone attractive enough for this sort of thing. He knew he was fairly good looking, but he also understood how 'monstrous' his appearance was to the average human. His size alone was intimidating enough for folks, but her had a nasty resting bitch face on top of it all that left people thinking he was either perpetually pissed at the world, or up to no good. Rachael was a special case in many a regard, and Riot was more than aware of how attractive she found him--scales, fangs, size and all. Despite this, the little voice in the back of his mind still persisted in moments like these.

Of course, Riot didn't mutter a word of these concerns to Rachael when she asked him to model for her. He only clarified that she was serious, and with a little hesitancy, agreed to be her model. They discussed and agreed on a pose that would be comfortable to stay in for an extended period of time, and after stripping to his birthday suit, he took up that position on the chair. For a moment he had a throw blanket on for some modesty, since that was what he'd seen before--but she quickly told him to drop the cover, 'for anatomy purposes', with a cheeky expression. Riot did as she asked with a shake of his head and a smirk on his lips.

As the seconds turned to minutes, and those minutes worked up to becoming hours, it started to sink in for Riot just how...intimate, this felt. Not once did she touch him, and she hardly spoke a word as she concentrated on her art. But it was being under that intense scrutiny in a near perfect silence that left Riot feeling more vulnerable than any intimate moment the two of them had shared up to this point. He didn't care about being nude in front of her, she'd seen it all by now. And he was in a comfortable, casual pose--nothing outwardly provocative or visually titillating. But for some reason, being in this position left him feeling more exposed than ever. The whole thing just left the drake feeling very flustered!

For once, he was thankful for the silence, Because he felt like if he tried to speak now, he was sure that he'd make a fool of himself.

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"&" Rachael looking at Riots eye.

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Riot was in his own thoughts when he felt a hand touch his face. He blinked back into the present, and looked down at Rachael; she was reaching up to brush his bangs out of his face, uncovering the two long scars and glass eye that lay hidden beneath. There were chunks of scales that had been chipped, and patches of his eyebrow where the hair no longer grew in quite right.

"Pretty sick lookin', innit?" He half smirked. "I never told ye how I got it, did I? It was back when I was still trainin' under my dad t'be a knight--think I was 14 or so. We were taught how t'deal with attempted kidnappin's an' assassination attempts on the people we were meant to protect--so it came as a real shock when this guy showed up an' comin' at me personally, as a kid no less. My guess is that he was either tryin' t' get rid o' the knights before they could stand in his way, or he was someone workin' for the revolutionaries who wanted to disband the oligarchy. I never found out fer sure.

He came packin' with these guantlet things, with two blades stickin' out over the top of 'is hand. He got me pretty good in the face with 'em, right over my eye. I still managed t'subdue the fucker an' keep myself conscious while half blind an' bleedin' all over the place long enough 'til my dad showed up. There was no way of savin' my eye - it was a big adjustment re-learnin' t' fight with half my vision gone an' my depth perception fucked, but I got the hang of it. Still passed the test on track a lil after my 18th birthday." He flashed a rocker sign with his hand. 🤟

"Normally, I don' like folks touchin' me on that side o' my face. Makes me anxious, not bein' able to see it comin'. But..."

Riot leaned into Rachael's hand. Her skin was always cool in comparison to his. It felt nice--soothing, in a way. His eyes closed a little, and he let out a soft sight through his nose.

"Fer you, I'll make an exception. Yer allowed."

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"Man, I finally get the hang of flyin', an' I only get a week to enjoy it. At least I don' have to worry about pinkie throwing me off of any more roofs for the time bein'...."

"Never say never! >:3c"

"You keep the 'ell away from me, shortie."

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"....Gale. Are ye sure this is the ONLY WAY to try an' fly?"

"Well...it's the most effective one!"

"Don' birds have hollow bones or somethin'? What if I jus' fall?!"

"Our bones have to be strong for battle, you'll be fine!"

Riot peered over the roof of Gale's apartment complex, about 5 stories up off the ground. Her reassurance of their "bone structure" did little to dismiss his worries.

"Look, I'm as rough an' tumble as they come. But I still feel like landin' on the ground from this height is gonna hurt like hell."

"Then don't hit the ground, silly! Flap your wings and push the air down so that you go up. It's easy!"

"Yeah, maybe for someone who's flown before! Can we jus', try from a lower level than this?"

"I don't have access to those balconies, plus, that's not enough time or space to get the proper air under your wings." Gale stepped behind him.

"Wait where are you--"

"No more dilly-dallying!"

"GaLE--"

"Just GO FOR IT! :D"

Gale gave Riot a big SHOVE, right off of the roof. A mess of feathers and flapping went over the edge.

"GAAAALE!!!"

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Gale and Riot are both hanging out by their motorcycles, watching this silliness go down in amusement, despite their mismatched bodies having thrown a wrench into things. Riot is puffing on a cigarette.

"...Should we tell them?"

"Nah. 'sides, watchin' em is funny right now."

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41. Do they get sick often? ((For anyone you like))

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

Riot is really prone to catching colds in the winter! He's not a fan of the colder weather at all.

Roland never had a great immune system. At least now as a vampire, he gets over his illnesses quicker than he used to!

Basilisk was actually born with a pretty serious autoimmune disease. Having turned himself into a walking techno-organic lab experiment who's pumped full of nanites that function as even more efficient and aggressive white blood cells though, he doesn't have to worry about getting sick too often...as long as he keeps up with his self maintenance.