#dragon's gotta have her hoard!!

[lem0nbun]

commission!!

alt under the cut!

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[masatos-wig]

bad news boss. 100+ hr bg3 save file again? 5th one im afraid boss.

[exercise-of-trust]

Hi there! I'm so, so obsessed with this Maglor lord of the Gap, Thank you for sharing, I love your art so much.

If you are still working on requests, I'll be predictable and ask for a Fingon, maybe being marry with his harp or chasing after some baby dragons? No pressure whatsoever. Cheers!

OKAY SO. by pure coincidence you have hit me square in one of my silliest headcanons ever. which is that at some point fingon found a hatchling dragon in the far northern foothills of ered lómin and took it home with him. she was left out in the cold for too long as a baby so her growth is severely stunted and the most firebreathing she can do is, like, lighting fingon's lamps for him, but she loves him so much and likes to sleep at the foot of his bed to keep his toes warm in the winter. he hides her whenever fingolfin visits but people keep spotting her when he takes her out to hunt and so he keeps getting increasingly suspicious letters from his dad like. hey just wanted to confirm. you Did kill that dragon you found that one time right. and he's like yeah bestie for sure! with tintalle on his lap purring up a storm while he writes. she likes to tangle up his spare ribbons and sit on them and Will Not accept any other hoarding material :D

(still taking requests! last call! i'll do whatever's in my inbox by the time i wake up on tuesday! after that you gotta wait 'til i feel like doing this again!)

[cherry-pop-elf]

could i ask for headcanons of what petnames / endearments the Weasleys like to be called by their significant other 😄

thank you if you do! and thanks anyways for reading this even if you don't 😊

Oh my god this is so adorable yes yes yes yes yes-! The flip side of what the Weasley call you. Now THEY must be attacked with the affection mwhaahahah!!!!

Nick Names The Weasley Siblings Like To Be called By

William ‘Bill’

His siblings, and the goblins at the bank, get to give him little wolf inspired nick names. Anyone else will be stabbed. But you are the exception to the rule. He won’t lie. He always gets flustered whenever you call him “Mr. Wolf” all teasingly, in a sing song tone. What gets him red in the face is you calling him “Red Riding Hood-“ Tho. As a flip of the script, and also the fact he’s a red head. That’s the only nick name you are blessed with saying. Calling him Red, Big Red Wolf, and other teasing nick names of that nature. Maybe the Weasley twins, on a good day, but you are his little fairy tale.

Charlie

He’s the playboy type, so you calling him Big Boy is a winner. Daddy to. That’s one way to get his engine going real fast. He does have a nick name he likes that you are only allowed to say, and not infront of company. Amber. He likes the nick name amber. A cute play on the fact many dragons of hoards, and a compliment to his ginger hair. Makes him feel like he’s precious. Big guys deserve to feel soft.

Percy

He’s not really one for nicknames. It feels childish to him. He has an image to uphold. He’s always trying to act like he’s the exception and what everyone aspires to be. Doesn’t help Molly fed that idea to him. Still, what gets him to flush will be those cheesey wifey names. Calling him Pumpkin, Honey, Dear, Darling. The classics. Hey, his nose is always in books. He’s got that hopeless romantic in him.

Fred

Freddy, kinda a given. A names branching off that. It’s simple and classic. But everyone does that. Like Charlie, he’s a sucker for the Big Boy comments. His real heart stopper, though, gotta be Boss/Bossman. Bossman in the playful tone, and Boss for the…You know what tone. What can he say? It feels good to be in charge.

George

Similar to Fred. Georgie though gets to him a lot. He loved being called Georgie. Along with very sugary names. Like Pumpkin, Sugar, Cupcake, Sweetie, stuff like that. He’s adorable like that. He loves flirty nick names. He just loves it. Call him Teddy Bear, and he’s puddy in your arms. Since he loves hugs and cuddles.

Ron

Ever since his sixth year at Hogwarts, he’s kinda not the most excited by nicknames. Can you blame him? He LITERALLY got drugged. Bro. There is an exception, though. It sounds egotistical, but it really isn’t. He loves when you call him “My Hero.” He doesn’t really feel appreciated or as loved as the others. He deserves to feel special. He’s not smart like Hermione, special like Harry, and don’t get him started on his siblings. Make him feel special. He deserves it.

Ginny

She has a weird thing about her femmnity. Not because she was raised by brothers. Just that she is excepted to be femmine, and gets called a pick me for not being it. So Nick names are very but it miss. Her siblings get a pass, but still. You gotta find that special one. You took notice how her siblings did dumb names. Like to make fun of the act of Nick names. Such as Gin Gin, Ginger Ale. Stuff like that. So, one day, you called her your “EnerGinny Drink-“ She laughed so hard she fell off her broom. Now you have an inside joke that her nick name is “Energy.” Only the twins figured it out, but are bros and keep hushed. So you two can have your special inside joke.

[am-i-interrupting]

Can’t Go Back | Silco x Reader

Chapter 2 | Dragon’s Hoard

Summary: You had a long, complicated history with Silco before he became the Eye of Zaun. You thought you’d buried it a long time ago. It all starts to re-emerge from the ground when Vander dies and Powder is found in the hands of Silco.

You weren't always one of Babette's little pride.

Once, some long years ago, you worked down in the mines. The air was thick, you'd have to swallow it down your lungs and still you'd gasp as you did it. It'd blur your vision. The soot mixed in would sting your eyes.

You didn't think back to those days much anymore or rather you tried not to. The past would always be a part of you, it made you. You just didn't like to think about it. You'd never forget it though.

You always felt like you were dragging. You weren't walking home when you left those mines, you were dragging a body and it ached. The joints cracked, the muscles throbbed, the chest weighed down heavy.

You felt like that now.

You shook Powder awake merely an hour ago. She groaned and looked up at you with blurry eyes filled with sleep. She rubbed them and blinked several times as her vision cleared.

"Let's go," you told her. "I'll take you to my place for a little while and then we can do whatever you want."

You thought maybe the extra bribe would cheer her up but her brows furrowed.

"I don't want to leave," she said.

You blinked several times, reeling from shock. You squeezed her shoulder.

"Powder, we've gotta go," you said. "Ekko misses you. He's worried sick. Don't you want to see him?"

She wrapped her arm around her torso and looked away. She shook her head. “I'm not. . . ready. Tell him I miss him?"

“Pow—“

"She's been safe and healthy with me for the past four months," Silco said as he entered the room with three steaming drinks. He placed one blue mug with a silver, scale patterned handle in front of Powder and she took it immediately. "I think she'll be able to survive a bit longer. Coffee?"

"You gave her coffee? She's ten." you said.

"Hardly too young, but no," he replied.

"It's hot chocolate," she said. She stretched her hands out towards you, mug cupped in them. “Want some? It's really good."

"No, thank you, Powder,” you said, causing her to halt her movements as she brought the mug back to her but she shook her head and pulled it close to her chest. "Are you sure?"

She nodded her confirmation.

You worried the inside of your lip. Then pressed those same lips to her temple and ruffled her hair.

"I love you, kid," you told her.

You got up, glared at Silco who gave you a false look of innocence.

“You better take care of her,” you said with a finger digging into his chest.

“I plan on doing little else.”

You left, somehow believing him.

That is how you got to where you were now, wandering around the streets, thinking of how you were going to tell Ekko that Powder didn't want to see him right now when you couldn't even process that she felt safe with Silco.

“You were gone all night, you had us worried." Babette said as you walked into her office. You slumped down with defeat into one of her couches. "What happened? Did you find her?"

"Yeah, it was her," you said.

Babette didn't pry with words. She sighed as she stood and asked someone in the hall for something. You weren’t able to catch what.

"Ekko was caught trying to sneak after you," she said, now leaning in the entryway. "You should go see him. He cares about you-“ someone came in with two cups- “Thank you, sweetheart. He cares about you more than you know. It'd put him at ease."

She handed you a teacup, small and delicate. It was made of a white base painted with pink lines.

You took a sip from it.

"I don't know what to tell him," you admitted. “I don't know how to tell him. Powder is right there. He finally accepts that maybe we won't ever find her or Violet and now Powder is here and she doesn't want to see him.”

"Is it really better he thinks she's dead?" she asked. "Does he deserve that pain?"

There was a flash behind your eyes of a woman with dark skin and light hair tainted red.

"Of course not. He doesn't deserve any of what's happened to him. He shouldn't have to lose as many people as he had and neither should she,” you said as you sagged into the cushions.

Silence stretched between the two of you.

Your eyes went to the walls covered in masks. You focused on one in particular.

It was a mask, made of copper.

Engraved were little swirls and detailing for the skull. A pair of ears were at the top of it, pointed upward. The nose was long and angled but perfectly fitted to your face. A fox skull mask, old but so well taken care of. Almost chaotically, a blue color was smattered along the mask and dipped into the crevices, sinking into them and providing a contrast to the copper.

You finished your cup and set it down as you stood. You reached for it. It hadn't been put on the wall too long ago and already it was being taken down again.

“Maybe we can prevent that," you said. "Can't make people not get addicted to whatever the hell Silco out in the waters but... He's got money and money buys muscle and more muscle for him means less for us and that means we lose."

Babette reached to place her hand on your arm.

“Do what you have to do," she said softly, voice free of judgment.

"I just want to protect my kids."

"I know.”

"We're losing anyway."

"We are.”

You turned your head towards her. “You're supposed to be talking me out of this."

"I would be if you were being stupid,” she said before she patted your arm and walked back behind her desk. "You should take to wearing it again. It suits you.”

The door to your apartment creaked as it opened.

You never got it fixed. You weren't sure you ever would. Far too paranoid, especially these days. It was an old comfort.

Ekko looked up immediately. He put down the tools he was using to fix up an old music box you had tucked away and ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around your torso and shook your footing with the force of his hug.

“Where were you?" he asked, burrowing his face into your clothes.

You hugged him back, rethought the words you'd been thinking over for the past half a day.

"I got a tip on Powder," you told him.

You could feel his breathing halt. He stiffened at the words. You expected nothing less. In contrast, you actually expected more.

"Was it real?" his voice cracked with the words.

“Yeah, yeah, it was."

He pulled away from you to look up at your face. For the first time in four months, you saw real hope in his eyes.

"Where is she? Why isn't she here?"

"She is with an -" a little, half white lie couldn't hurt too badly- "old friend. She's okay but she doesn't want to talk right now. I think she's still processing everything but maybe soon."

He nodded. "Okay, okay. What about Vi?"

"We still don't know, little man." you told him.

His face didn't crumble but that little spark of hope flickered, dimmed for a moment.

"How's your progress?" you asked, changing the subject with a gesture towards the music box.

He inhaled sharply and his lips thinned into a pale line as he clamped them between his teeth for a moment. He took your distraction willingly.

“What'd you do to that thing?" he asked. "This should have been a day's fix, maybe two. I've been working on it for nearly a week and it's still not done! You throw it into a wall or something?"

"Something like that."

He gave you a look filled to the brim with judgment. "Why would you do a thing like that? I thought you were supposed to be responsible?"

“Are you going to criticize me or are you going to fix it?” you asked him.

"I can multitask," he said. “Seriously though, what the hell did you do to it?"

You walked over to the half fixed box. “It was a gift from an ex" you told him. “We split and I had a couple drinks too many."

"You're not a violent drunk" he said as he grabbed his tools and sat down.

"No, I'm not." you said.

"So?"

"So, what?" you said as you sat across from him.

“What happened that was so bad you broke it?" he asked.

You sucked in a breath. “That is a story for when you’re older.”

His brows furrowed as he examined you with careful eyes. "You never say that."

"Well, I'm saying it now." You reclined in your chair. "What do you want to eat tonight? You wanna cook something or order out?"

He didn't look up this time as he simply shook his head softly with a small smirk beginning to crawl into his lips. "Is that even a question?"

Yeah, no denying it. You made the right call. He was too good of a kid to lose anything else. They all were.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders and guided him out of the apartment.

“She misses you,” you told him.

“I miss her too,” he said as he let his body lean against you for support.

It was a support you would always provide. You’d provided it for years before now and would continue to do so.

You had loved Ekko since before he was even born, just like you’d done with Powder and Vi. You loved Claggor and Mylo the moment they stepped into your life.

You loved all your kids.

A memory came to you.

Fari dressed in a loose, yellow dress covered with an oversized brown jacket. Her white hair was put into dozens of braids, some framing her face as bangs, others pulled up into a thick ponytail, most of them having some metal beads on them.

She was sat back in a plush chair. Her hands were dangling in her lap, completely limp between her knees.

“What am I going to do?” she asked herself softly.

“About what?” you asked as you were coloring in your waterline.

She flinched, like she hadn’t noticed you were there. You raised an eyebrow towards her in the mirror in concern.

Her eyes flickered away from yours. She spaced out for a moment. Her gaze was on the floor in front of her.

Her fingers twitched. She spoke, “I’m pregnant.”

Your head immediately whipped around to her causing the lipstick you’d been putting on to smear across your face.

“What?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you know who the dad is?”

“No!” she said. Her voice dropped as she leaned closer to you, “I didn’t even think I could get pregnant.”

You placed your hand on top of hers. “We’ll figure something out, okay?”

She squeezed your hand like a lifeline, much like you were doing to her son now. Only you were holding his hand so tight so you wouldn’t lose him in the crowd.

“Hey, Jericho,” you said as you walked closer to the vender. The man sent a smile over his shoulder as he rolled some fish over a grill. “What do you want, kid?”

“Can we get some legs and calamari?” Ekko asked.

“Legs and calamari,” you echoed back to the man. It took but a moment before two boxes were slid over to the two of you. “Thank you, kindly.” You placed the hold on the counter where it was quickly scooped up.

On the walk back to the apartment, you stopped and grabbed a bottle of scotch. You knew it wasn’t the best idea but hell, you’d have a rough couple months.

You uncorked the bottle with your teeth. You got it out from between your jaws with two fingers that weren’t wrapped around the neck of the bottle and pocketed it. You took a swig and sighed as the deep, earthen tones burned your throat. With your next inhale it was a welcomed icy feeling that replaced the burn.

“Can I try?” Ekko asked.

You looked down at him with a raised brow. You let your head to tilt to the side as you told him, “You’re not going to like it,” but still gave him the bottle.

With the hand not holding your own, he brought the bottle to his lips, shoving the boxes of food beneath his arm.

His brows shot up and his lips curled backward. He quickly turned away and spat the liquid onto the street causing several people to yell as they jumped away.

“Gross,” he croaked out.

You took the bottle back with an amused smile.

“How do you drink that?” he asked.

“You learn to love it,” you answered simply.

“If I have to learn how to, I don’t think it’s worth loving,” Ekko said.

You laughed lightly at that. “One day, I’ll make you a daiquiri. You’ll like that better.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, sure,” he said, sarcasm lacing his words.

“You will,” you assured him.

Back at the apartment, the food was quickly devoured by the two of you. It was still warm and greasy and left a slight film in your mouth after eating it but exactly what you needed. It was a comfort.

Ekko took one leg and more calamari leaving you to finish off the other two legs and the leftover calamari in the box which was mostly just crunchy, cooked batter.

The entire time you were sipping on your scotch. You drank straight out of the bottle. Not a classy habit but you weren’t in public and you were the only one in the house who was going to drink it so it didn’t really matter.

You felt lose. It felt like oil had been poured on all your joints, your muscles, even your eyelids with the way it felt so easy to just let them close.

Ekko’s arms wrapped around you. You started but didn’t hesitate for a second to wrap your own around him.

You heard him sniffle. You opened your eyes only to see the world blurred. That’s when you realized that there were several streaks down your face, some warm, others turning cold.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you told him. “She’s gonna be okay too.”

Ekko nodded against your shoulder, smearing some tears against your neck but you didn’t mind.

Silence befell the both of you and stretched over several long minutes. Neither of you dared to let go of the other.

It was a relief to find Powder but it was a sting of pain to not have her with you. Until you had her for longer and Ekko got to see his best friend again, it wouldn’t sink in that she was truly alright. That you hadn’t lost everyone you loved dearly that night.

Ekko pried himself away from you. The back of his hand went to wipe underneath his eyes. He sat.

Both of you looked at the wall before you. A bookshelf was pressed against it harboring several books, a lot of records, and a couple knickknacks.

“I can’t fight this battle anymore,” you told Ekko. “I’m getting old. I’m tired. I’ve got to take care of you and Powder. I can’t do it anymore. No more late nights. No more coming home with the shit beat out of me. I promise.”

All the boy beside you did was nod.

It wasn’t long before he was picking up a screwdriver and your music box.

You kept nursing your bottle of scotch. You didn’t fight the memories that came to you.

“One scotch on the rocks for you,” you said as you pushed a glass towards Silco.

He bowed his head in recognition and thanks as he picked it up. He had a notebook that he was writing away in. You spotted a couple drawings of what looked like fans.

“Whatcha working on?” you asked him.

“Felicia and I have been trying to come up with a way to get ventilation into the mines,” he said.

“That’s really fucking needed,” you said.

“I know, that’s why we’re doing it.”

“Harhar, no need to be a smartass. I was just trying to make conversation with you because you tend to make it next to impossible.”

For the first time that night, his eyes looked up at you. A gorgeous sea foam green that made your eyes widen just a bit and your ear twitch for a second as you fought to keep a straight face.

In the several weeks you’d worked at The Last Drop, Silco had never looked at you head on. His head was always slightly downturned, always occupied with one thing or another.

“I don’t make it impossible,” he said. “We talk almost every time I’m here while you’re working.”

“Oh, yeah, because it’s such interesting shit we talk about. ‘Hey, Silco, what would you like today?’ ‘A scotch on the rocks’— sometimes you make it interesting and go— ‘with a twist this time.’ ‘Alright, here’s you’re scotch.’ and sometimes, sometimes you won’t just bow your head in thanks you’ll actually say it! What thrilling conversations we have!” you said, absolutely taking the piss by doing a downright awful impression of Silco’s sooth, sultry voice.

Silco’s brows furrowed just a hair and his lip quirked up in the tiniest show of a smile. He shook his head, bangs rocking from side to side as he did.

A part of you believed that was the man he still was, buried deep down. A part of you was probably naive and holding onto what should be a long dead belief in people’s ability to be good.

It was something that should be gone, living down in the Lanes. The Undercity was full of crooks and thieves and downright despicable people.

You knew that well. Everyone down here did.

You also knew it was full of people with caring souls, good advice, sweet words, and sweeter actions. It was a place of community and strength.

No matter what happened, everyone banned together.

If Piltover wanted it to be an us vs them society, that’s what it would be. The relationship between the two places more unstable and more toxic than the mines and the air within them.

The Undercity was filled with people you cared about, even if most of them were gone. There were two right in front of you but you couldn’t reach out far enough to touch them.

Powder was now more traumatized and scared than ever. Why wouldn’t she come with you? She clearly missed you and Ekko. You’d helped raised the girl since she was born.

Sometimes it was easy to forget that Silco had too. He’d been there the day Powder was born, pacing from side to side as Felicia screamed in the other room.

He had been there nearly every day that you had until she was five years old. Until that day on the bridge that you loathed to think about where you’d never seen him again until yesterday.

There was some part of the man you knew in there. You felt it. You hated that you did.

Why couldn’t it just be easy? Why couldn’t he just have changed completely until you didn’t recognize him at all. Not physically, not mentally, not a damn thing to be seen of the man you knew.

Five, almost six years without seeing him and he was so different but still the same. You supposed you probably were too.

“Shit!” Ekko swore as he struggled to keep the screwdriver in place.

You’d grown softer with these kids. If it weren’t for them, you’d probably still be. . .

Who the fuck were you kidding? No matter what happened as soon as you were faced with Silco again, you probably still would have surrendered.

You weren’t strong enough to hate him truly. No matter how much your mind was telling you that you should be.

[draconic-lesbian]

Your dragon gf bringing you to her cave for “info dump and chill” for the first time, but first you gotta get vibe checked by 45 kobolds who all really want you to drink their weird little potion, until eventually you give in and drink it just to get them off your back so you can have hot dragon sex

When she gets back from preparing her hoard for you she finds 46 kobolds, all eager to please her

[moonshine-nightlight]

WIP Folder Ask Game

thanks at @snowkissedmonsters for the tag! i should be working or sleeping but i don't want to lol. gonna be tired anyways and i'd like to spend some time thinking about writing instead ^^

Gotta modify the game a little because i have so many story ideas and only going to put up title and a bit of info for 1) WIPs i have writing for, not just notes/outlines, 2) only in the monster romance genre, and 3) are for short stories/novellas because otherwise i'd still be typing out this post (i have a problem lol)

Avian Care - ReaderxF!Harpy. kinda my own creature but she's magic and she's got wings and is intimidating as all hell. seen as a rare, dangerous, cursed creature even though she's been helping. after a big battle she masically won for them, she's asked to leave and care for her wounds on her own so ppl dont freak out she's here. reader goes with her to help.

Bad Case of Loving You - M!Witch!ReaderxWerebear - witch accidentally love potions the whole town and the only one immune is his crush. i wonder why?

Bedwarmer - ReaderxF!Orc - mountain orc was awarded a small fief for her service in the war and asked if she wanted a bedwarmer. reader volunteered for the extra money. orc took it the title literally and is leaving both pining in The Only One Bed

Cat Goddess - ReaderxF!Diety - before the Big Fight, mysterious woman comes by the campfire and offers to help for a rpice, readers takes the offer and is now unkillable but has to random side quests for the cat diety whenever asked

Courtship Confusion - ReaderxM!Siren/Harpy - urban fantasy inspectors, friends to lovers, see masterpost for chaps 1 and 2

Darren's an Asshole - from the POV of a monster under your bed and the neglected children they end up taking care of. eventually pairing with two of the kids mom who didn't realize how shit her BIL was at babysitting lol

Feral - ReaderxF!Hellhound - the house left to you has some strange rules, but it was a free house. everything was pretty normal til the ominous dog kept showing up.

Fortune - Dragon!ReaderxF!Human- modern fantasy, the human you hired to be the financial consultant on your hoard is so good at her job and you gets so jealous about her hypothetically advising another dragon that you propose and double down when she's tries to giv u an out

Free Piano: Haunted - ReaderxM!Ghost, you pick up a piano to restore for your kid, it comes with a seventeenth century pissed off ghost

Goddaughter - ReaderxM!Demon - after being kidnapped by ur estranged father's supernatural enemies your neighbor shows up to rescue you and your daughter, because apparently your dad made a deal for your daughters soul before you were even born. and to think u'd had a crush on him before this

Of Lions and Lambs - ReaderXF!Werewolf - A/O. powerful werewolves made it a law that humans compatible with mating with werwolves were to be married off to restore populations after the War and you'd been successfully not getting tested for years until someone tests and reveals it you are one of those compatible humans at the worst possible moment. ur best friends steps in because surprise she's a werewolf to save u from creep!werewolf (and u've been pining after her for years) guess u gotta get married now.

Quid Pro Quo - ReaderxM!Demon - you're helping a demon figure out the fraud in his demon company and he's helping you figure out a loophole to get ur kids out of a deal your ex's corupt family made

Runalong - ReaderxGN!Runalong - the creature you used to imagine running alongside your car as you moved all over the place for ur parents jobs starts appearing to you as your travel as an adult.

Seen - ReaderxF!Demon - as you get to know a supernatural ally you see more and more of their true form. its not until you mention you can see their wings that they realize how close you've gotten.

So Close (Yet So Far Away) - M!ReaderxM!Werewolf - your friend's overprotective brother offers to let you two stay with him during an internship you both got and he can't seem to tell that you aren't interested in her. also the siblings are both werewolves but know the other is due to Circumstances

Kidnapped Musician - ReaderxM!Orc - based on the story about Fats Waller. in 1920s ur kidnapped by secret supernatural mafia but just cuz the boss loves your music. you have a wild multiple day party with the gang and come away with a special connection to one of the right hand guys to the boss

Minotaur Heir - ReaderxM!Minotaur - after the kings oldest human son leads you on and then humilitatingly leaves you for another, you decide to get your revenege. turns out his dad locked his minotaur son away in the labrynth but didnt actually disinherit him. you decide to marry him and take the kingdom for urselves

Postman PI - ReaderxF!EldritchEntity - rural area postal worker, mysterious packages addressed vaguely, friendship as they get to know one another. who gave this being access to the internet?

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

I actually think @snowkissedmonsters tagged everyone i'd tag (and idk enough ppl to tag according to the rules) so anyone who wants to share their wips, consider urself tagged lol

thanks again!

[dafodils-on-the-moon]

!!!! So many questions bc I love this with all my heart <3 First, it's freaking hilarious that he became jester because he was "difficult to handle." LOVE that. Second, I gotta know, what does everyone else think about him? Arthur? Gwen? Morgana? Is Morgana doomed to die by the hands of a COURT JESTER?????

Ok so. Crucial part of this Au: Uther knows Merlin in Balinor’s son but does NOT know abt the magic. Merlin does not know about being Balinor’s son. Uther kept him cause he thinks it would be a good idea to have a dragonlord on hand that's loyal to Camelot, given what he's keeping under the castle.

Also I'm very aroace and don't wanna write romance for a while, so no romantic Murther.

Instead, Uther raises Merlin and Arthur as brothers. He deeply encourages the loyalty to one another as keeping Merlin loyal is essetail and Merlin is a very valuable asset that bears protecting. He emphasises to Arthur that as the eldest, Merlin is his responsibility and he should take care of him. Merlin is his younger brother.

Arthur takes to this role like a wildfire. Protective as SHIT over his new baby brother (Merlin is two years younger), esp. Since he was… not doing too hot when he first got to the castle. He was greiving and seemed *terrified* and didn’t speak at all for months. He was sickly too, for reasons no-one could pinpoint. Arthur had made it his mission to cheer Merlin up, as no one should be that sad. He and Merlin communicate at first via drawings.

He only seemed to improve after he started talking quietly to an imaginary freind he named “Kiggah.” It seemed to help cause merlin slowly started talking to Arthur and then in general and his health imrpved too.

Yeah… Merlin’s imaginary freind is Killgarrah lol.

Killgarrrah, or Kiggah as a now 5 year old Merlin could pernounce, is getting a major overhaul in this AU. His is going to be far far less of a bastard. Cause dragons are too cool for him to be the absolute worst.

In this AU Kiggah actually cares more THAT HIS ENTIRE RACE WAS ERADICATED than that he was trapped under the castle. Cause, fr, that is not the part id focus on. Also I gave him a family before, sorry man. Kiggah was also really really fond of dragonlings and hatchlings and was very excited to see the hatching of his first great-grandhatchling before the purge. Ow.

Anyway, Merlin is TERRIFIED of being in Camelot. He’s terrified he’s going to say something wrong and reveal his secret and die. He blames himslef for his mother’s death (cause he’s like 4 1/2 and thats normal for kids that age) and more specifically, his magic. So he supresses the shit out of it, which is why he’s so sickly.

Kiggah senses Merlin basically killing himslef and tries coaching Merlin into using his magic again. Adopts Merlin as his own hatchling. Kiggah doesn’t know Merlin’s dad is Balinor, but he DOES know he’s emrys, magic itself. As a result, Kiggah views Merlin as a fellow magical creature and raises him accordingly. He… doesn’t really get how human hatchlings are supposed to work.

Merlin starts acting weirdly dragonlike. His growling, he’s biting people, hee’s climbing everything, hoarding things and has a major fixation with fire. He is gettign “difficult to handle” as UTHER, assumes this is just how dragonlordlings are, (good gracious), but needs a way to coverup the fact he’s raising one.

Fooleswurth, nuerdodivergent in ye-old times, sees Merlin and his like “haha verily. Reminds me of when I was that age, I was just the same. He must have “The Jester’s Spark, haha.”’ Uther goes “yes and” and now fooleswurth has an apprentice and Uther has a way to explain why his ward is so weird.

Anyway, Kiggah is NOT excited about Merlin’s new older sister, but Merlin loves her. He is very excited for whenever Morgana’s magic manifests. She grows on Kiggah. (Esp. With all teh trouble she gives Uther). Morgana’s going to be fine.

She and Merlin get on like a house on fire. Gossipy bitches. Morgana sics Melrin and his “jester’s privolegde” on bothersome nobles to insult them into the ground.

Gwen becomes Morgana’s maidservent, and she Morgana and Merlin are great friends.

[tixdixl]

For the autumn asks, I GOTTA go with Vex and Hedgehogs. As many of the questions as you want to tackle!

OOOOH!!! I love this! Thank you!!

Is your OC prone to introspection and reflection? Or do they not have much of an inner life in that regard? Do they ever find themselves ruminating upon things they would sooner forget? Or do others despair of them ever learning from their mistakes?

OH BOY HOWDY- WHAT A GREAT QUESTION. Vex does introspect and reflect, but they are the type of person to do so when something prompts them to. And it doesnt necessarily have to be someone telling them to think outright.

A prime example of this is actually Riddle's OB and the lead up to it. Because unlike all the rest of the Housemates? Vex doesn't see what Riddle has done to earn the ridicule, punishment, and vitriol he receives. And when they (Ace namely) demand that he change, it brings Vex pause. Why is it that Riddle has to change, but telling someone they should just die - like Ace does in the JP- doesn't warrant a need for change? Asking someone to follow the rules is bad? But telling someone they deserve death isnt??? She doesn't get it. And she's heavily reminded of the same ire that was directed at her, and continues to be directed at her. Has she done something wrong too? She doesn't see how, and this visibly upsets her.

Does your OC like to hoard items and treasures? Or do they prefer to have few possessions? How do they feel about those with a different approach to such things?

So if you consider their hidden escape, the room beyond the looking glass and everything in it, to be a hoard? Then yes. They have one. They ARE a dragon- a dragon that loves games. And friends. And trinkets.

How good is your OC at remembering small details about other people, such as their favourite foods or their date of birth? Do they find it easier to remember details about people they find attractive or potentially useful?

Vex is very wonderlandy in that of course she is great at remembering details!! But the details tend to be.... random... and lacking a pattern... and lacking in consistency. They try their best but they simply cannot keep certain things straight.

Does your OC always ensure they have sufficient material supplies or food stores to last through lean or difficult times? Or are they more inclined to rely (or assume they can rely) upon the generosity of others should they run low on resources?

Oh this is complicated actually. Because they are upper class and are used to having help back home. But unlike Malleus, they arent a prince and they certainly don't have any retainers. So at NRC, they try their damnedest to learn how to care for themself. And admittedly, this is where I think Riddle and Trey and Cater play a big role. Because she mirrors and learns from them a lot. Vex will ask Trey and Cater life advice and about life skills, and while Cater in particular is baffled by their lack of knowledge, he and Trey do genuinely try to help.

What gift or reward is your OC most proud of having bestowed upon another person? What makes them proud about it? The expense or rarity? The time or effort expended in obtaining it? Or how clever or insightful they were in deciding upon it?

OOOOH okay so-- I have not explored this a lot. But Vex IS a draconic fae. I have to imagine that gifts are super important to Vex, and I do imagine that they follow fae laws unless otherwise specified. I'm gonna put a pin in this and then update this ask when I have a better idea.

Thank you so much for the ask!!

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[toxooz]

i'm sure you've described them before but i can't find anything on it so, could you describe the skate squad's powers if they have any?

idk if would say powers moreso just abilities BUT

Ponti with his HUGE ARMS can smash rip tear crunch squish impale ect. his bigass tail can put a hurtin too he can easily hold down a body under there, His ears can hear for miles if he really focuses, and finally his infamous death roll which is basically a gator death roll where they latch onto a limb and twirl tf outta their body

Abios eye has a bunch of phycological powers (oops) and can infiltrate the frontal lobe and get into someones head, see memories (spoiler alerttttttt 👀👀), and can manipulate feelings by controlling the brains chemical production, and probably a lot of other cool brain stuff i gotta get back on my neuroscience im rusty 😔 his eyelashes also emit pheromones that aid in all his succubs stuff but its close range

Ollie n his big brute strength ofc the fact that orcs are naturally super buff n strong but also his demon features where he does the thing similar to Gandalf when he makes the room all dark and terrifying when he's not fuckin around (it was heavily inspired by that) Ollie can make a room go cold and dark from his '''aura'' for lack of better word. His presence gives you the same chills as seeing a ghost and makes you hallucinate ect. That why when he does that ppl typically get too caught up in their body's fight or flight overdrive to be able to think clearly. I'd like to think he gives off Large Animal presence like as if u were in front of a horse or lion and that feeling is amplified when hes indoors lmfao AND he can also 'get in the head' as well like he can say some demonic shit that echoes off of the inside of the skull and can shake the very core of the soul (probably sounds like Sauron in tha head)

Kariiii has her dragon fire that's super hot and glittery so she can be a lil master of illusion if she wants. I'm thinking abt giving her gecko hands n feet so maybe she can climb on walls too if not she can still climb with her wing claws. She can lick her eyeballs and shes also got some fairy pizzaz that kinda works like a special 'aura' as well. She does have a hoarding pink things problem but she makes sure its at least presentable for the most part pfft

Remy oh bOI he doesn't have much goin for him but i think hes kinda got what Ollie's got just to a miniscule extent like he can make the room feel uneasy if he's all sulky and angsty but its only enough to mildly scare or irritate not so much 'strike fear into the hearts of men' cause hes also got that everlasting shadow over the eyes

he can climb like a monkey with his tail ( so can Abby) so ig he's rlly good at parkour

Oscar's got his slime that can be a blessing or a curse when it comes to sticky situations and in the water he's kinda a menace he is SUPER agile and uses his ears for fins when he swims. He's got a 2nd jaw in his mouth for grabbing prey and those teeth carry a nasty bite

Vinny may be soft n fluff but he's also got his lil needle claws and teeth and can be really flexible and agile as well cause son cats WILL fuck u up when theyre angry

[thessalian]

Molly!Rook vs New Recruits

Over in the Grand Necropolis

Emmrich: So ... Bellara. Not that it wasn't good of you to come and bring Rook with you--

Molly!Rook: DESPAIR DEMON, MY ASS - YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WET WEEKEND WITH THUMBS! *fwoosh*

Emmrich: ...But while I'm grateful that you didn't simply send a letter - which ... well, might have been eaten by the problems here anyhow--

Molly!Rook: WHEN THE NECROMANCER TELLS YOU TO STAY DEAD, YOU WALKING PILE OF OSTEOPOROSIS, YOU STAY DEAD! *fwoosh*

Emmrich: ...Could I get a ... summary of your current queries?

Bellara: Weeeeeell ... We sort of need a Fade expert who's not based entirely on ... you know, ancient elven artefacts. I mean, we're covered there; me and Rook, you know. But there's these ... well, there's elven gods trying to tear down the Veil--

Emmrich: Fascinating. That would account for some of the issues we've been encountering of late, I suppose.

Bellara: I mean, that too, probably, but it's worse than that. These gods keep pulling allies, because I guess some people just want power and don't care where it comes from. The Antaam, for instance, and--

Molly!Rook: Excuse me, Professor? Did you want Venatori squatting in your Grand Necropolis dropping icy misery-guts all over your hard work?

Emmrich: Venatori? Here?!?

Bellara: ...Yeaaaaaaaaaaah I was getting to them...

Emmrich: By all means, Rook, let us show them how unwelcome they are.

Molly!Rook: Hey, after this, wanna help save the world?

Emmrich: I would not miss this opportunity for the world. I just hope none of your colleagues take issue with Manfred.

Bellara; Molly!Rook: Manfred?

A little later, when things are less Venatori-riddled

Manfred: *happy hiss; holds up tea set*

Molly!Rook: This is Manfred, I guess? Hi, Manfred. Thanks for the tea; my fire orb only warms me up so much when I'm flinging it at despair demons' faces.

Manfred: *agreeable hiss*

Emmrich: I've ... never seen a reaction that calm to Manfred outside of my fellow Watchers...

Bellara: Oh! Well, that's partly a Veil Jumper thing - because, you know, we see weird stuff basically all the time - but mostly it's a Rook thing. As long as it's being nice and not trying to eat their face, Rook's happy to go along.

Molly!Rook: Hey, Manfred; did you want to learn how to make coffee? I can try to introduce you to Lucanis, because he makes better coffee than I do, but I'm not sure what he or Spite will make of you, so if he gets weird, I'll teach you.

Manfred: *excited hiss*

Bellara: Just so I know ... what kind of spirit is powering Manfred?

Emmrich: A wisp of Curiosity.

Bellara: *snort* Well, he just made a new best friend.

And later, on the Rivaini Coast

Taash: *murder-frenzy on Antaam*

Molly!Rook: Niiiiiiiiiiiice. I mean, not for them, but that was epic.

Taash: Yep. Who're you and why're you here?

Molly!Rook: ...I feel like this is going to get complicated because if you'd agreed to this, you'd know who we were and why we were here, but let's start with, "We hear you're taking on a dragon and we're happy to help".

Taash: We're not killing her! We're just luring her away from her lair so the others can raid her hoard.

Molly!Rook: Even better! The only dragons I've ever seen up close were blighted ones so I'd love to see one healthy! So long as she's not breathing fire in my face--

Taash: First? The Vinsomer breathes lightning.

Molly!Rook: Cooooool.

Taash: Yeah, it really is. Second? Blighted dragons? Bullshit. They're smart enough to stay away from that crap!

Molly!Rook: I guess you don't know a lot about archdemons, but let's start simple - assholes are blighting them on purpose.

Taash: Okay, so they're assholes and I get to beat on them.

Molly!Rook: That's the goal! But first, I get to see a Vinsomer! This is going to be a good day!

Taash: ...She's weird.

Harding: They're eccentric, but I guess you've gotta love the world that much to be that keen to save it.

Taash: ...What do you mean, 'they'? Like, there's more than one?

Harding: Now that would be scary. No, it's just ... Rook doesn't like being limited. By anything. That includes gender. Something about, "I will choose what defines me, and it won't be the arbitrary contents of my pants".

Taash: .........Huh.

Molly!Rook: Hey, guys? We have Antaam! Oh, Taash, here! *tosses Taash an axe*

Taash: ...Where'd you get this?!?

Molly!Rook: Random chest in Arlathan, I think. I think it's got better balance than your other off-hand axe. Enjoy!

Taash: ...I like this one.

After figuring out why the Antaam are here, and Taash demonstrating her secret

Molly!Rook: ...You didn't tell us you could breathe fire.

Taash: ......Yeah. Um.

Molly!Rook: Huh. Metal.

Taash: *not quite a smile*

Molly!Rook: C'mon; let's unchain the Vinsomer so she can find a better nap spot, and then we can figure out why we're actually here.

Meeting Isabela

Isabela: You must be Rook. Varric told me all about you.

Molly!Rook: Isabela. Likewise. I'm taking it you involve Qunari in your treasure-hunting to avoid that shit that went down in Kirkwall.

Isabela: See? You get it. Some people have gone around saying I've gone soft or something, but it's not "What I did was wrong and we should be better people"! No, it's "Hello, my name is Isabela and I would prefer to not be bodied by the entire Qunari population. ...Again".

Molly!Rook: Good call.

Isabela: ...I admit that including the Dalish in that "making sure we're not taking anything of cultural significance" thing was a little more altruistic. I'm never sure if it was Merrill's stories about the mirror that blighted one of her friends to death and nearly killed another before she got Wardened, or the puppy-dog eyes she got over that arulin'holm thing that did it in the end.

Molly!Rook: ......Okay, wow, that story that Varric mentioned Leliana telling has waaaaaay more context now and I should rub that in the First Warden's face next chance I get. Speaking of ... y'all know Taash has no clue why we're here, so my question is, was she volunteered, or voluntold?

Shathann: We were getting to the ... voluntold part. It is just as well, as she has been breathing fire in front of the Antaam.

Molly!Rook; Taash: Wait, what the fuck?!?

Taash: I mean, yeah, I want to kick the asses of the assholes blighting dragons, but you don't even ask me?

Molly!Rook: I'm not conscripting your daughter, lady! It's her choice!

Taash: *looks at Rook for awhile* ...I'll go. It's fine. Whatever.

Shathann: I will make your potions.

Molly!Rook: You sure about this? I don't want to force anybody to do anything they don't agree with. I hate it when people pull that shit on me.

Taash: ...It is what I want. It's just... You know...

Molly!Rook: You don't want to sound too enthusiastic about it because you don't want your mom to think you're okay with being ordered around. I get it. Get what you need and I'll meet you at the eluvian we're using when you're ready. Feel free to stomp and slam things unnecessarily hard. Nothing says "You're assholes" like tossing a good solid ornament at a wall. *exits*

Taash: ...............

Harding: That's a face. I should warn you, they're kind of having a thing with an assassin abomination.

Taash: What?!? No! I don't want to have sex with them! I just ... kind of want to be them. ...Except less skinny. Way less skinny.

[pink-lightsabre]

c3 105 thoughts dump

when... are we getting new opening titles... please i wanna see more of dorian in the beginning credits...

IMOGEN GIRL WHY ARE YOU NOT INSIGHT CHECKING THIS CONVERSATION. WHY ARE YOU TAKING THIS AT FACE VALUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oooooooooooooh she's gonna broadcast downfall. "it'll harm everyone." while that is true. i dont think yall can hoard that information. personally.

we really didn't do any check about that. wow. that feels ill advised!!!!!!!!

a mass poisoning???????? perhaps a little like molaesmyr?????

it could be a trap! that's true! which is why IMOGEN NEEDED TO DO A CHECK ABOUT IT!!!!!!

do not. try to bargain with fearne's bio dad. please.

oooooooooh what IS ira doing. that's a great question.

"i thought we would have A plan and now it seems like we have A LOT of plans." dorian that's so relatable

man i wish the silken squall was at this meeting. i understand that theyre not bc they're very isolationist but. i want to see dorian interacting with his parents SO bad

the judicators are still so fucking creepy. and the fact that aeor had their own arcane version FUCKS me up.

"it's pretty low... 24." LMAO

i hope someone gave vex advanced warning that dragons were gonna be there. otherwise her favored enemy ranger sense gotta be going BANANAS.

braius flirting with dorian. absolutely hilarious. 12/10 sam i love it.

"i've got my faith in you. and my finger." // "it's a pretty big finger." // "dont underestimate me." ROBBIE

RARY'S TELEPATHIC BOND!!!!!! THE GROUPCHAT!!!!!!

pie dice!!!!!!!! i love that.

oooooooooooooooooooh who is there. WHO IS THERE!!!!!!

fearne being poly is so special to me. i love it.

robbie cosplaying as dorian with the deep necklines of his shirts. is chefs kiss.

braius sticking his nose EVERYWHERE. way to go sam.

HELLO MATTHEW WHAT THE FUCK

DORIAN'S DAD IS THERE?????????????????????????

APPARENTLY I WAS WRONG AND THEY ARE THAT ISOLATIONIST. OH MY MCFUCKING GOD.

i need to run laps around my house. i cant handle this.

oh no cyrus looked like their mom. D;

"i'll shake it off."

DRAGONS!!!!!!!

FIRE ASHARI!!!!!!!!!! robbie gets to know the feeling of a character he voiced being there! i love this for him.

related to that. i cannot w a i t for the robbie daymond c4 permanent cast member announcement.

zone of truth cast by a fucking dragon!!!!!!!! my god that's so cool. but jesus christ what is the DC on that. 20 apparently!

robbie calling himself the rizzler. hate that. LMAO.

it's not bolo. and that is a TRAGEDY. LONG LIVE BOLO.

VOX MACHINA TO THE MALLEUS KEY. LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

people being upset that vm gets to take down the malleus key and m9 gets to take down the weave mind while bh takes down ludinus. understandable i suppose but COULD NOT be me. i love how interconnected c3 is to everything and i love the other heroes getting to take other shit down.

"time is short." // "and so am i."

"ash. just for a few minutes. lock it up." THAT'S RIGHT DORIAN.

ashton i swear to god... do not blow this...

PHEW thank god braius can lie. my god. SPECTACULAR work braius. way to fucking go.

PLUS FOURTEEN!!!!

saint graham... sam what the hell

travis peer pressuring his wife into using her abilities. i fucken love it.

LOVE the contingent from the matron's temple supporting laudna. absolutely wonderful.

i want. the first thing. that dorian's father says to him. to be about dorian wearing gold.

ashton going to talk and EVERYONE going "no no nonononono!!!!!" hugely relatable

okay okay that wasn't bad actually!!!! way to go ash!

magical girl fearne in her titan transformation. amazing.

a bard with performance anxiety! truly i love that so much. robbie ur mind. absolutely genius.

orym can you step up and talk about all dorian has to offer

ROBBIE YOUR MIND. ABSOLUTELY GENIUS.

F I N D G R E A T E R S T E E D

"orym totally blue screens" oh so relatable. a HUGE mood. i've also been that horny.

chetney reminding everyone that he's old... old as balls...

all the speeches were so good. i am. of course. absolutely biased towards dorian's.

OH THESE TITLES F U C K

does chetney have A KID

liam GLARING at matt while he's playing dorian's dad. EXTREMELY relatable.

"word of cyrus's passing has reached us." O U G H E "we wanted to make sure you were properly aware." excuse me whilst i sob on the floor.

oh no. oh no this is not how i thought this was gonna go. oh no i'm gonna cry. dorian "locks up with physical affection" storm. my favorite for a reason.

OH NO SAM WEARING THE FRIDA HOODIE. I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE. frida still doesn't know what happened to fcg....

NOT DORIAN CRYING IN HIS FATHER'S ARMS

aaaaaaaaaaand there's the other shoe dropping! "those willing and capable" because you think dorian ISN'T?

y e a h this is more how i thought this was gonna go. oughe my heart.

there's dorian's anger! oh it is so precious to me.

i'm gonna throw up dude. oh my god. matt and robbie i love you. IS THE ZONE OF TRUTH UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a deeply revealing question!

A CEREMONIAL BLADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"a smile and a look in his eyes you've been chasing your entire life. pride." O U G H E

"you made my favorite toys growing up." HAHA I KNEW IT.

THE C-POPPERS!!!!!!! chetney has a fan club this is so great.

"can i get a painty." m a t t h e w

chet calling imogen his assistant. what a throw back to dorian and imogen at the masque in jrusar.

braius you silver tongued motherfucker.... god that's so good

PIKE!!!!!!!!

THIS IS TRUTHBEARER. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

that's so funny. oh my god.

HOW MUCH HE LOVES DORIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! liam obrien i am kissing you on the mouth

LIAM OBRIEN I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

dorian and orym having so many conversations AROUND how much they love each other. never actually saying it. or talking to each other about it directly. makes me want to chew concrete.

oh ashton....................... i love u. i really do.

"i think what she said was trustworthy" AGAIN YOU WOULD HAVE A BETTER IDEA IF YOU DID A CHECK ABOUT IT

imogen and keyleth... kiki saying imogen reminds her of a younger her... saying she's gonna need to convince the rest of vm to do this malleus key mission... oh i am sick

matthew.......... why the random d20 roll

oh if we're going back to nana morri does that mean SOMEONE will FINALLY ask orym about his not new anymore magic and how/why/where it came from. or if there's a conversation between orym and nana morri about the state of his deal since fcg died.

chetney you dumbass. that was NEVER gonna happen. HER CALLING HIM A YOUNGIN. amazing.

the BQILF lmao

y'all simply HAVE to be more careful with ashton and the worshippers of the luxon. this is how people get kidnapped and experimented on in underground layers.

oh the tragedy of ashton only getting to be okay and not in pain when he's in the titan form. ugh that makes me so sad.

god i love callowmoore so much!!!

ASHTON BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CAAAAAAAAAAAAAREEEEEEEEEEFUL

chetney is so excited about having a fan. i love this for travis so much LMAO.

NOT WHISPERS ABOUT WAYLOND

"he made me a beautiful toy boat! i gave it to a street urchin." LMAO

THANK YOU MARISHA FOR CALLING OUT DEALS MADE WITH NANA MORRI

this is truly so funny. i relate to this man so much.

"this is the room you're gonna die in." // "i'm okay with that."

[legitalicat]

Get to know Appalachian Sihtric

Collection Masterlist here!

Appalachian Sihtric is getting interviewed for a local newspaper. He has become a pillar in his community, and the people want to know more. These are his real, unedited answers.

If you have any questions you want to ask Appalachian Sihtric, feel free to drop them below or send them in.

Q: You come home after a long day at work. Name three things you're doing first.

Sihtric: Kissing my woman. That is the number one thing. She opens my truck door for me when I get home just for that. And then, I'm probably gonna hop in the shower. It's dirty work I do. And my woman, YN darlin' I love you, she cooks while I'm showerin' so then I get to just relax and eat dinner with her.

Q: What is your favorite meal?

Sihtric: Aw shit, that's hard. I'm a big breakfast person. Love me a good plate of biscuits and gravy. I think otherwise, gotta say chicken and waffles, or French toast if we go to Cracker Barrel, or pot roast. YN's mom makes the best pot roast, especially her Sunday deer pot roast.

Q: What sort of activities do you like to do in your free time?

Sihtric: Keeping YN away from animal auctions, hahahaha. But seriously, I love to go fishin'. I used to go huntin', but YN worries if I go alone and Finan and Osferth can't shut up long enough to get a deer, and Uhtred has enough kids he can't come out.

Q: What would you say is your favorite childhood memory?

Sihtric: Aww man. My favorite thing ever was when my grandparents used to take me to flea markets and yard sales. I'd find so much cool shit, I was like a dragon and would hoard all the little things. It was so much fun, and I still have a couple things. Like a guitar, I got it hanging up in our bedroom, and I made my grandpa sign it for me. He was crazy talented musically and to this day, that thing is my favorite thing I've ever owned.

Q: Last one for now. Where is your favorite place to go with your wife, YN?

Sihtric: This may be the hardest question ever, hahaha. There are no bad places with her. I think the most beautiful times we have together are like, the really mundane stuff. Going to the grocery store and the like. Something that reminds me, shows me, we're working together and building a life and a future together. She gets really happy when I take her to buy video games, too, so anything that gives her that level of joy is always amazing. As far as like, date spots go? Probably Cracker Barrel. It's probably the simplest place I could take her, I know, but gods above. She loves the food, loves the atmosphere. She loves wandering the gift shop, especially around the holidays and they get a bunch of really neat stuff.

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[blorbologist]

Just gotta gush here;

I'm DMing my first oneshot next Friday and I am SO excited and SO scared! It's for my fellow grad students in the lab, including one newbie who has never played any TTRPG before, so I'm. Very Nervous about that. But she requested a Christmas theme, so even though I don't care for the holiday I had Ideas and I'm just.

Having SO much fun trying to balance encounters around a low-level, inexperienced party, and making battlemaps, and instead of minis we have candy instead (I've got a surprise Big Chocolate Santa to destroy if they decided to go for a boss fight), and loot tables for Santa's Workshop (with cheeky references like a Ring of Invisibility addressed to one Frodo), and integrating backstories into this as best I can, and figuring out how I'll vaguely keep things on track, and preparing some music (including old favorite Wrath of the Lich King and Narnia tracks) and JUST!!!

WOW this is so much fun but so nerve-wracking!

Santa's elves unionized, so he sacked them and replaced them with gingerbread men constructs... which attracted mimics.

Seeing the cookie-carnage, Santa fled with his bare-minimum number of reindeer, abandoning the workshop a week-ish before Fantasy Christmas.

A dragon, finding this wealth of gold and toys unclaimed, decided to move in with her goblin entourage, and obviously everyone thinks she ate Santa. The dragon, meanwhile, is quite happy descending into her deep winter slumber knowing her hatchling has a toy-hoard to keep it occupied. And as for the goblins, they have gotten in touch with their artistic side and are throwing themselves into making toys.

Also the mimics are all very small toys and keep eating goblins that are out of sight. And really want to eat that baby dragon.

So that's what three adventurers are going to walk into after braving the blizzard to 'save Christmas'. What happens next? Up to them!

[ishouldbedoinghw]

You Can't Erase Me

One Piece fanfic, part 9: Tavern Wench

Previous parts are in my pinned masterlist.

A woman enslaved by the celestial dragons is found by a man with red hair. Angst and comedy ensues.

A/N: Y'all know the drill. This and some future chapters of this story have been inspired by music I love listening to while writing or planning out scenes in my head. I highly recommend the Derina Harvey Band for some rock-inspired sea shanties, and I also really like Karilene's album inspired by the story of Anne Bonney.

TW: Some self deprecating language, alcohol consumption, Shanks

I might make a playlist of the specific songs that inspired this chapter, and I'll also link the songs used for specific moments because they really helped shape this chapter and the sort of energy I want to portray.

As we neared the town once again, the sun had sunk low in the sky, throwing its last rays over the sea in hues of orange and a slight pink. I held onto Shanks's arm, as he had insisted he had to be the one escorting "the lady" inside since he was the captain. Despite evidently wanting to look "manly", he still sported a hideous pair of shorts and dirty sandals.

How in the hell is he expecting to go dancing in those anyway?

Our party consisted of the wretched ginger, Yasopp, Benn, Roux, and myself, the former two having burst into some out-of-tune melody about their son John and how he'd lost his limbs to cannonballs or something. I had to admit the song was pretty funny, but I refused to give Shanks the satisfaction of a laugh, so I bit my tongue to keep a straight face.

The "tavern" as Benn had described it, was huge, and nothing like the little bars I had pictured. A massive name of lights almost covered one side of the building, and hoards of people were crowded around double doors, yelling and laughing at each other.

DELILAH'S JOINT

In truth, the place wasn't all that fancy, just a large, almost circular building that looked like it may have been a barn in a former life. The lights looked like the newest installment, as the white paint covering the walls was peeling in many places. I tried to focus my hearing to catch any music leaking through the doors, but all I could make out was the chattering of the crowd.

"Move, you're stepping on my foot!"

"Why couldn't I just stay home, there's too many people here."

"It's too bad Loreley left this place, I loved being able to hear her sing."

"What's your favorite on her new album, mine has to be the one about Delilah."

"That's everyone's favorite, mine is Merry, the one about the Straw Hats."

"That's because you're a freak for the cyborg."

"Franky is hot and you know it, and at least I don't keep Roronoa's wanted poster in my room."

"Shut up-"

"Oh my God, is that Hawkeyes?"

The warlord? I tried to peek over the heads of the crowd, but even my new glasses couldn't help see through people.

"Oi, Mihawk's here!" Shanks piped up cheerfully, also scanning the crowd, "We've gotta get him to join us for drinks-"

A sweet, almost sultry voice silenced everyone. I couldn't even hear the hum of bugs or twittering of the birds.

"It's Emily-"

A thunderous roar swept through the crowd, cheering and chanting Emily's name.

"-and you know what time it is."

No, I did not know what time it was, and I certainly didn't appreciate the way people started pushing and shoving each other to get through the doors. It took one look from the crew to get people to skirt around us, but the feeling of so many strangers looking at us was still overwhelming.

Shanks' arm moved to curl around my shoulders as he herded me and the crew inside and to a large table near the back wall. The inside of the tavern was smaller than I assumed it would be, but it was densely packed with people adorned with jewels and heavily perfumed. The sweet smells mixing in the air all but stung my nose, my eyes burning as I fought to adjust. The light was dimmed, but glowing blues and purples illuminated the floor and walls.

"Emily" as I'd heard before, was a tall, lithe woman with waist length white hair and breezy, iridescent blue silk draped around her. She was the spitting image of a siren in folk tales, with bright beckoning eyes and a slight quirk at the corner of her mouth. It only took one glance around the screaming crowd to understand that she knew the effect she had on people. I didn't even know I was capable of blushing until she glanced in the direction of the crew.

Although, I had a hunch her gaze was directed at Shanks.

I sat there for a minute, watching the lights ebb and flow, and as my attention became focused on the way the patterns of the lights hitched over the uneven floor, the roar of the the crowd became a dull buzz. It was Benn that had to nudge me, his eyes shining with delight, after the show started.

The sound of the first note seemed to explode from the stage,' jolting me in my seat. Yasopp seemed to find that funny, slapping Roux on the arm as he cackled.

The actual song, however, was light and eerie, like some haunted lullaby. Emily's hips swayed with the rhythm, and long strings of beads hung around her waist, following just behind her movements.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth-

Back and forth

Back and

forth

Back

and

forth.

Where had I heard that song before?

I was swaying back

and

forth.

I was singing slowly, I couldn't wake the baby.

Why won't the cage stop swinging? Who is making all the noise? Didn't they know the baby was sleeping? Didn't they know the father would be angry? I wanted to eat, I wanted to live-

I was scared. Why was I back here? I'm not supposed to be here.

One

two

three-

A hand. On my arm. I was supposed to be alone up here.

A murmur. A squeeze. A shake.

A loud, crisp slap. I came to life, chest heaving, with a burning left cheek.

"What- What the hell?" I spluttered, grabbing my face.

"Welcome back, Pipsqueak."

Pipsqueak? No one on the crew calls me that-

"Oi, up here," the voice said again, this time with fingers snapping in my face.

"Stop that-"

"You're in no place to be givin' demands, 'Squeak."

The voice belonged to a large-statured woman who was currently looming over me with a scowl. Her hair was gray and a little coarse, and her right eye was covered with a black patch. As old as she looked, the woman was all lean and tough, with weathered skin that reminded me of Benn's. A pirate, perhaps? She left the impression she'd spent a lot of time in sun and salt water.

"Did you- slap me?" I blurted, unable to think of anything else that sounded more intelligent.

She barked out a laugh, deep and throaty.

"Real funny joke, girl. What I'd like to know, Loreley, is why you're starved-looking and shacking up with Red-Hair." She leaned in closer, squinting at me. "And also why your eyes are fuckin' yellow."

Loreley? I'd heard someone mention the name Loreley outside, it had sounded like a musician or something.

"My name isn't Loreley, what the hell are you talking about."

She snarled and pushed me back over. "Bull-fuckin'-" She stopped, gazing at my face. "Shit."

She backed off of me then, tilting her head as she continued to stare. Then she just shrugged and turned away, saying, "My bad, kid, thought you were someone else."

What the hell? "Wait-" But she'd already disappeared, leaving me alone.

Shakily standing up, I did my best to gather my surroundings. The walls around me were significantly more weathered than the hall I had just been in, and were covered in brightly-lit mirrors. Everywhere I turned was my own reflection surrounded in light bulbs. The place was also a mess, with chairs, fabric, and- makeup?

I was in some kind of dressing room.

Where the hell am I, and where is my crew? Panic seized my chest, and I struggled to breathe. Stumbling a bit, I tried to find a door, a window, sunlight, sound, or anything that could lead me out.

The woman hadn't seemed interested in me after I had turned out not to be Loreley, but would she be angry if I escaped? Was I a prisoner?

A door to my right burst open, and a hoard of blue-clad girls chattering excitedly scurried in, each claiming a mirror. I quickly turned away, face burning, after some of them started to undress.

I could see the last two girls coming through the door in my peripheral, and before I could look away, they made a beeline for me.

"I told you it wasn't her, dumbass." The shorter girl said. She resembled Emily a bit with her long blonde hair thin frame, or perhaps it was just the gauzy blue fabric she was dressed in. It seemed she was playing on the siren aspect of the singer as well, with fake pearls and seashells scattered on her hair and around her neck.

"Shut up, at least I didn't miss an entire line because I forgot the most popular song in this fucking hemisphere." The other girl shot back in a bit of a deep voice. She was nearly twice the height of the blonde, with pastel pink hair tied loosely behind her neck.

"Oh that's rich coming from you," She put on a dramatic forlorn expression, holding her head in her hands. "Quickly! is this the blue dress song or the white dress one!"

She earned a light shove for that, the pink-haired girl's face a bright red at her comment.

"Where am I?" I blurted, gaining back their full attention.

"Um- backstage? The dressing room?" The pink-haired girl looked confused. "Aren't you here to replace Bernadette during the shanties?"

"What?"

The blonde shrugged, starting to pull shells out of her hair. "Listen, maybe the newbie's still out in the hall-"

"Wait a damn minute-" And the pink haired girl pulled her friend closer and whispered hurriedly, glancing at me every so often. The only thing I could make out was a "fucking Delilah" and a few light snickers. My heart was pounding too loudly in my chest to really eavesdrop.

After finishing their private discussion, the taller one turned and clasped her hands together. "Okay, girlie, our boss you met earlier? The old grouchy one?"

I nodded, unsure where this was going.

"Well, she seems to be convinced you can dance after meeting you exactly once, so we are gonna dress your ass up and test that theory."

"What the fuck-"

"Yeah, I'm not sure what's happening either, but I don't get paid to ask those questions."

"You bitch and moan plenty on the clock, so-" The blonde started before being muffled by her friend's hand over her mouth.

"I'm not on for another hour, so I'm the one who gets to watch this shit fail."

I wasn't sure whether I should be offended or not.

----

In the next few minutes, I had been stripped of my clothing, and laced up in some off-white, ruffled dress and a pearlescent corset.

'Tavern wench' was what the pink-haired girl, whose name I learned was Maria, called it.

While I wasn't a fan of how my shoulders and scarred neck were exposed, I couldn't deny I looked damn good in that corset. The laughter I'd received at the market today was almost forgotten as I studied how my figure looked.

It was amazing how much feeling pretty could matter to a person.

I studied Maria as she bustled around me, picking up various bottles or brushes. Her face was brightly colored in dramatic stage makeup, her lips and cheeks shades of pink similar to her hair. It looked lovely on her, and I couldn't help myself from saying-

"I like your hair, it's really pretty."

I should've known something was up when she got a devious glint in her eye as she politely thanked me. After a beat, she reached up and ripped the hair straight from her scalp, making me jump back in horror. I wanted to scream when the wad of hair landed in my lap-

It was a wig.

Maria was cackling her ass off, holding her stomach and slapping the table, knocking a couple of bottles over.

"I will never get tired of pulling that shit." She said, trying to gather herself. Her real hair was cropped close to the scalp, similar to mine, and a deep brown.

I shakily set the wig down on the table in front of me, not loving the idea of the residue of someone's scalp resting in my hands.

What I did love was how at ease I felt around Maria. I hadn't interacted with anyone but the crew or a doctor since I washed up. After making sure I knew the crew was fine and that they knew where I was, Maria had been very considerate of my personal space without coddling me. I felt like a woman getting ready with another woman, not a little girl acting as a doll. It was nice not being treated like glass.

"Here." She was in front of me now, holding a brush dipped in red. "For your cheeks and lips. Rouge is old-fashioned, but I think it'll flatter you," she said, dabbing at my face. "It's more historically accurate too."

After painting my face, she stood back and studied me, heavy brows pinched. Turning and rummaging through a cabinet above me, she said, "So, how'd you end up on a crew with the Red-Hair Pirates, if you don't mind me asking."

I chewed on my lip, unsure of what to say. Both Benn and Hongo had warned me plenty of how the mark on my back couldn't be discussed with people, although they wouldn't tell me why.

I decided on "They found me at sea." followed up with, "I don't have any family around."

She hummed, pulling a couple of wigs out. One was a red shade close to the color of my own hair, and the other was long, black and curly. She held the red one up close to me, then let out a tsk and laid it next to her pink one.

"You know who Loreley is, Jett?" She asks, running her fingers through the black wig.

I was happy to have a question I could answer truthfully. "I've heard her name; she's a musician, right?"

"Yep, she's more of a local legend at the moment, but everyone I know that listens to her stuff is hardcore into it." She squints, and adjusts one of the straps on my dress. "Honestly, you look a lot like her. A little taller maybe, and the eyes are a different color, but I'm surprised more people here haven't trampled over each other trying to get your autograph or something."

"It seems like you know her personally."

"I do," Maria said, holding the black wig up to me now. "She got her big start right here in this building, we all know her. It's why the boss made such a big deal about thinking you were her, she's practically her daughter."

I had wondered about that, why Delilah has seemed so insistent on interrogating me. I still wasn't sure why she'd insisted on me dancing tonight, but at least she wasn't still standing over me.

"Loreley is the whole reason the rest of us are even here. She's the one who got Delilah to open up her place to let other performers get in front of a big crowd." She was pulling the wig over my head now.

"There," she said, securing it. "Your hair color is sick, but it looks too much like hers, you might confuse people and get some unwanted attention."

"Plus," she added, pulling her own wig back on, "Now no one can tell you're Red-Hair's girl, makes it a little safer."

"Oh- I'm not-" I stammered, shaking my head.

"Oh? No? Just your captain, got it." She paused, thinking. "Is he, you know, with anyone?"

"Not that I'm aware of? What-"

"I always thought Beckmann was more handsome, but he's old enough for it to be a little weird-"

"Please stop talking about the guys I live with that way," I groan, "I'm sorry, it's just weird for me."

"Understandable," she quips, leaning into the mirror and adjusting her hair. "You have no clue how many people come here begging to see Emily, or ask us what her favorite food is or some shit."

I giggled a little, remembering how many people had gone feral watching the white-haired girl.

"Emily's the next one to go big, I think. Delilah's picky about who opens for her most nights, so she shows a lot of faith in her."

I hum, nodding my head.

A voice calls through the door in the corner. "Delilah's first set is starting, the newbie better her head into what she's doing here."

"Don't be rude, Goldfish, she didn't faint of thirst over your girlfriend or something."

The voice spluttered, and the door slammed. I could still hear muttering as they stomped away.

"Alright girlie, time to figure out how high the boss is," Maria says, ushering me to the door. "Even if you don't know what you're doing, you'll look great, so no one will really care-"

"Maria!" A different voice this time, it sounded like the girl Maria had been with. "Hey, Maria!" She sounded more panicked this time. "Bernadette was supposed to do Calico Jack, and Delilah won't let either of us do it."

Supposed to do what?

Maria groaned, looking extremely agitated. "Well, shit."

She turned and jogged away, returning with a rum bottle, a similar kind to the ones all over the Red Force. After taking a large swig, and grimacing as she swallowed, she handed it to me. "Drink up, and good fucking luck, babe."

[rayshippouuchiha]

Void Empress, I got myself into a very nice objectively, but fun trouble that is right now bringing me a headache instead of delight. (I will enjoy it later, I just gotta whine a bit)

I'm getting into a habit of writing a little bit every day: minimum of 500 words, or about so of an idea for a fanfic/headcanon/you get it.

And generally I write these 500-words exercises on a prompt/short outline that I collect (my autistic dragon hoard, I have about 5000 now 😅).

I read an amazing small fic in Naruto, where in Uchiha clan there was tradition of: if the eye with Sharingan was passed not to direct relative, it could be both a marriage proposal and a wedding vow if accepted.

Kakashi got accosted by Mikoto after Obito "died", and after a breakdown in which he spilled what happened, Mikoto told him he is now a widower and to come with her, to change family register.

Today's prompt was: I was wed and widowed in one day.

And I started an outline for a fanfic, in a notebook. I planned for it to include this headcanon about the eyes of Uchiha. Maybe 10k words at max, after I write it.

A page of this notebook fits 500 or so words in my little beady writing, so how. How. HOW did I end up with 5 page outline, that right now:

It is looking to be AT LEAST 50k in writing

Includes Kakashi taking in Sasuke after the Uchiha slaughter. Kakashi spit it to the elders' faces that since he conceded Naruto, gave up on interacting with him as his big brother in all but name, then no way these old bags are stopping him from taking Sasuke, because Kakashi refuses to let another orphan by the village's negligence to wander around the home full of blood of the dead.

Includes Family feels because ain't my baby sunshine staying in his run-down flat on ramenand stale bread, when there's a whole house and a kitchen with stocked pantry.

Includes now SasuNaru, who are first friends and only later on are becoming a couple (I'm on the fence about making it SasuShikaNaru)

Uchiha lore and Uzushio feels, because clans have LEGACY

Survivor guilt of the last member of a great legacy VS What it feels like to find yourself an heir to a legacy bigger than life

Some Chakra headcanons, because every clan has a more-less developed affinity for a type of it, and how they learned Chakra control and jutsus before villages (only like 100-150 years before, they have those manuals still, or I'll eat my shoes)

Kakashi and Kushina feels, because she was his mother in all but blood, and I'll die on this hill. That's why Kakashi knows sealing, that's why Kakashi has Uzumaki history burned into his brain's core, because this knowledge is what he has of her.

Kakashi and Mikoto feels, because she is this aunt/uncle who you really want to impress because their praise and affirmation are actually desired and treasured. Since Obito died, and while Kakashi is a widower, he is still a spouse of an Uchiha, someone needed to teach him the traditions, tell him the legends and teach him the ways and educate on the clan's history. That person was Mikoto: I headcanon that Fugaku belonged to the main line of the clan, and she did not, and it was her family fostering Obito since he was small (he doesn't know his parents in manga, as my wiki check says). By the time Kakashi gets the eye, her parents are too old and ill, and are in elderly care (my headcanon), so it falls on her to do this.

Somehow it went from being centered on Kakashi (who IS the one wed and widowed), to SasuNaru feels and intimacy on entrusting someone with the whole history, culture and Chakra related stuff of your clan (all three are considered the last survivors of their clan, Itachi non-withstanding for being a nukenin) because those two dumbasses dumped their entire clan's lore onto each other and clutched onto it like their lifeline, because this is trust and love and they both are dysfunctional enough to understand it and the meaning of it.

And then I got Shikamaru who noticed that something's going on fast, and while his initial fascination included Naruto only, now it's both of them because Sasuke isn't an onion, he's a damn cabbage with the amount of layers that I'm sad about because I want to write him, and being a cabbage he makes it difficult.

Hilariously, Sakura is dear of mine, and I wanted her to have a role here early on, and she is a friend of Shika's now and a fellow strategist, because she has brain, she just did not know how to fully appreciate its many uses up until Shippuden. And he would be thankful for someone who can be strategic, and thoughtful, and knows what common sense and normality are, because Team 7 is the same, and as such they will need a person like that. The fact that she starts training early on and has Tsunade visiting sometimes to oversee her progress during Academy is a spoil of mine to a character I would love to see treated better by many, starting with the author

Kakashi, much like in your AU about shrieking for help into the window, decided, fuck it, Imma bend the rules as much as I personally can, and then some, and Imma get everyone in on this, so Konoha 12 grow up in Academy and training fields and green yards and cozy tatami: together, squabbling and hissing, but still close, still a generation who connected early, who hold each other dearly.

Jounins and clan heads are SO getting some dirt (straight dirt, no figuratively speaking), because kids are running around mostly together, and train together, and tackle anyone ready to be of use to their progress together. When about 20 kids accost you, and drag into the field, sometimes even the best can't escape the dust.

Which leaves with an amazing concept.

But right now I have two jobs and uni, and finals are coming up, and summer is going to be so busy with work and family time, but I'm now in love with this.

So yeah. This is me whining. Sorry to take your time.

This sounds magnificent and I hope you'll link up all whenever you have something posted.

That being said don't worry about it. It's your idea, your fic, write on it when you can/want to. There's no guilt or shame in being busy and having responsibilities. So even if it's 500 words at a time all that matters is that you're having a good time