#dragon's head nebula

[astronomypolls]

[ldragoat]

ANIMATIC

who broke it - mfb edition (ft. the dark nebula gang)

audio from parks and recreation

[your-pal-nebula]

Eldritch dragon god incomprehensible nightmare and it's frens, normal red fox, normal crow, human, human, human, and bf, human boy who does magic

[nebulaahh]

the true horror of academia is that I’m expected to focus on reading ethnographic research methodologies while “I like playing hard to get.” “And now?” “I’m gotten.” is looping through my brain like a toy car on a hot wheels track.

[justaballoffluff]

my brain has been almost entirely consumed by knitting and crochet the past few weeks and I don't really know what to do about it. plus I've been working on my term paper for Ancient Egypt, which has taken up a lot of my brain space as of late

went to the Museum of Natural History today and I got a mammoth plush!

her name's Lana since it means "down, soft fleece, wool". plus it follows Tullia the Leopard Shark that I got last year for my birthday

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 36

(Ortho made the shell casing for his limbs to match the Knight of Roses outfit given to him. He is very proud that he got it done so quickly and he loves that it stands out for him. Unlike Idia, he doesn't have to have an intense emotion to change his hair color, but the magenta does have little hearts burning in his hair as well.)

Warnings; yandere jealousy, yandere characters, platonic and romantic yanderes, fem pronouned and bodied reader, what is to come next for our intrepid Human, plans for research, plans for culinary classes, harpy, pegasus, unicorn, merman, dragon, drider, shinigami, alicorn, nemean lion, hellcat, selkie,

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The inky blue sky swirled pleasantly above the dour prince, his attention on this cosmic dance of beauty and wonder. Even as he observed the rolling nebula and swirling stars, his mind was elsewhere. What he wouldn't give to hold the one he loved and embrace her beneath these stars of untold beauty. To peel away that bothersome clothing and worship what lay beneath.

The prince was not the only one- or even the only prince- interested in such a treasure. Countless eyes trailed after such a soft and lovely creature that could be found nowhere else in the land. Someone who could see the darkness in others and purify that shadowed and tainted blot of emotion.

Were dreams not meant to be pleasant? If they were supposed to be pleasant, where then was his treasure? The most soothing and comforting presence remained out of reach, even in his swirling thoughts and desperate dreaming.

He could not stop himself from searching, even as the cosmos continued the ever enchanting dance. Once his eyes began to look in earnest, however, he noticed how painfully alone he was. She wasn't here.

Where was she?

~•§•~

Malleus' eyes snapped open, the darkness of the evening still shrouding this temporary room in the gentle embrace of shadows. An embrace he was familiar with.

The Dragon prince slowly rose from the bed, glancing to the web on the far side of the room where the Drider slept peacefully. They were still in the Queendom of Roses and Malleus was not pleased to have to share with anyone other than his adored treasure (Y/n) and her kit. Not even the Drider proved to be equal or comparable company to the great beast.

Instead of lamenting in morose displeasure, Malleus chose to seek out his treasure. She was only in the room next to this one, so he was sure to find comfort in the continued affirmation of her sleeping form. It was true, he would have to be careful to not disturb the three occupants of the room, but it would calm him more than anything to see that resting expression.

The Dragon slowly slid out of the room, using magic to quiet the doors as he slid into the room of his most prized treasure. Laying in the bed with both adopted young was Malleus' Human. She seemed lost in deep sleep, one hand laying over the Hellcat Grim and the other arm loosely wrapped around the smaller form of the Shinigami Ortho. Both young beasts were clearly peaceful and lay close to the soft Human so many adored.

Ortho's head was resting on (Y/n)'s shoulder, his oxygen mask still covering his face as it fogged with his breath. Grim was laying halfway on top of her stomach, his little paws tucked beneath his chin as his whiskers twitched happily from a gentle dream. Both were given a gift Malleus craved almost violently but the Dragon couldn't bring himself to be angry over the affectionate display.

If anything, he only saw how wonderful a mother the soft Human would make for his Hatchlings. Such a warm heart that cared for others in a way no one else seemed to. Everything he could find to adore about her was filed away in his mind as reasons she was his favorite treasure.

There was a certain fondness in the Dragon for her Kit as well, having first seen him as an unfortunate add-on he needed to protect for the sake of (Y/n). Now, he couldn't help but imagine the young kit acting as an elder sibling to the future Hatchlings, teaching them to stalk and climb. A kind of affection warmed the beast's chest as he realized the Human and her kit were already family in his eyes. He just needed the kit to see him as a father and then things would be perfect.

While the night carried on, Malleus found himself unable to return to sleep, instead he summoned a chair to sit at the bedside until dawn. He would disappear before that soft Human awoke to find the beast in her room, not wanting to cause undue stress. Until then, the beast would be a watchful guardian that protected his dearest from all harm.

~•§•~

The slight disturbance of sunlight against your eyelids roused you from sleep, slowly coming to in the comfortable bed you shared. Ortho was still fast asleep, but Grim was slowly rousing as you began to move. You slid out of the bed, gently moving Grim and Ortho to cuddle so they could keep sleeping while you took some time for yourself.

Your limbs popped and cracked from use as you stretched, getting dressed and vaguely wondering what the next week would bring. You were to be headed back to Night Raven today and wondered how those still at the school were faring in your absence. Though you felt no obligation to the many who were obsessed with you, you also didn't want to return to the school to find it in shambles.

As you emerged from the room, you noticed several others were also already awake. Divus and Crowley stood talking to one another in hushed voices, the Selkie seeming less than pleased with whatever the Crow was telling him. Crowley did not seem happy either, but it was clear he was saying something to soothe the Selkie before he noticed you.

"Good morning, my little bird. Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, still somewhat disoriented from sleep as you approached the pair. Divus was thrilled to see you awake and gave you a gentle smile as you walked over. It was hard to resist the temptation to cuddle into the Selkie's fur and he clearly did not mind as he let you lean into his side. The one who seemed the most upset about the affectionate and domestic gesture was one clearly jealous Harpy who ruffled his feathers.

Somewhere in your sleepy brain, you laughed at the way the teachers all seemed to fight over your affection and attention. All of them wanting to be the one you went to for comfort, angry when they were not chosen.

Thus far, you actually had a preference for Divus given the fact the Selkie seemed most attuned to your emotions. Crowley was still last as your favorite given his prior disregard for your wishes and the fact that he collared you like a dog. Though he was improving and seemed to actually be able to understand your hesitance, he was still not your favorite.

Hell, Papa Hades was higher ranked than Crowley in your eyes despite the limited interaction you had with him. He was higher ranked than a lot of the others you were dealing with.

"Puppy," Divus started, "we need to discuss what your next week will look like and what will happen."

"Is it more traveling?"

"No. But you will have more than a few visitors this week. Perhaps even the whole month."

You frowned at this, looking up at the patient seal-man who cooed gently upon seeing your pouting expression. He had been the most gentle of the staff towards you, closely followed by Trein, so you didn't feel belittled by the sweet behavior.

"Why?"

"Your ability to absorb blot is nothing short of astounding, Puppy. Blot kills. Those who become Feral rarely ever recover, yet here you have successfully gotten three to recover, and one of them you actually absorbed the blot from directly. The fact you survived, didn't Overblot, and have burned away the blot in your own body has drawn attention. Lord Hades will be returning to Night Raven to study this behavior and to do that we need your cooperation and two of the three Overblotters."

It made sense to you, of course. You had been told about the awful effects of blot and even saw how Alistair and Riddle were impacted by their own blot. A kind of happiness wormed inside of you at the idea of seeing Papa Hades again, but you worried somewhat about which Overblotters Divus was talking about.

"I refuse to allow that slimy fish Erikír anywhere near you, so he will not be permitted to return to Sage Island until his trial. That means Riddle and Alistair will be the primary test subjects, as they both are still impacted by their Overblot. Queen Helena has requested that Alistair be allowed to attend Night Raven College for now as you directly aided in his recovery and stopped him from falling to blot. Given Riddle is Housewarden of Heartslabyul, we have decided that Heartslabyul should be in charge of guarding you."

It made sense, especially if Riddle was supposed to be around you more due to the research Papa Hades wanted done. The close proximity of the Shinigami also had you wondering if he could work on fixing Grim's wings. You also wondered if Idia would be staying over at Ramshackle, given it was his ancestor who would be conducting these tests.

Beyond just that, you also worried about how the ever possessive Dragon would handle this news. He had stipulated that Riddle would have to forfeit his turn as guard to Diasomnia, but that wouldn't help you or them seeing as Riddle was needed for the research.

"I'll have to tell Tsuno myself. He won't be happy, especially since he banned Riddle from being a guard until he is forgiven for what he did during his Overblot," your hand rest against your scar left by the axe, "but Riddle and Alistair are needed if Papa Hades is going to do his research."

"Lord Hades is not the only Shroud who will be arriving. I hear Idia's parents are keen to aid Lord Hades in his research as well, so Idia will likely do the same."

You nodded to this, having figured as much yourself when first hearing about the plan for the next week. Where you were somewhat miffed at the idea of being told- yet again- that things were already planned out for you, you still figured that this new blot oriented development was significant. Hopefully Malleus wouldn't take it too hard.

~•§•~

"... Me?"

"Lord Hades has requested both you and prince Alistair be present for these tests. As you both are recovering from Overblotting, it would make sense the two of you are the ideal subjects to test blot accumulation and absorption."

Riddle thought about these words, knowing that he was actually getting the chance to guard this blessed Human because of his Overblot. Part of him wondered what would have happened had he not Overblotted. He would still have his full horn, but be trapped under his mother's control. He gained more from his Overblot than he lost.

"I am inclined to agree regardless. Lord Hades has taken over payment for my schooling and continued education after... After my Mother's refusal. It would be foolish to bite the hand that keeps me comfortable and fed."

Malleus was pouting, as was Floyd, and Rook. Malleus didn't want the Unicorn or Alicorn near his most valued and precious treasure. Floyd had been convinced that Octavinelle would be next to be chosen, given their assistance at the Spelldrive Tournament against Erikír. Rook knew Vil would have increasingly intense and drastic meltdowns over not being selected yet again.

"You have already agreed to forfeit your turns until you are deemed no longer a threat."

You sighed at this and frowned at Malleus who was clearly still pouting over the decision. Though he had agreed when you told him, it was clear he was not going to let this go without yet another scolding from you.

"Malleus, stop."

"He isn't safe around you. Neither of them are!"

"Malleus!"

The Dragon went quiet when he realized he was testing your temper, now refusing to look at you to maintain his own annoyance. You knew he would act this way, you just had to make sure that he wasn't going to actually fight the decision. This meant you had to give something of value to the Dragon to soothe his almost childish behavior.

"Papa Hades needs Riddle and Alistair for his research. I want to know why blot doesn't affect me as much- if not more- than he wants to know. I know you have your reservations and they are formed from educated experiences. However, it is still ideal that Heartslabyul guards me this next week, though I know that idea displeases you. If it makes you feel better, you can stay in Ramshackle for the week, just as the Shrouds and the Heartslabyul students can. Yes, that also means we can share a nest so you don't worry in the night. Is that amenable?"

"... Yes."

"Good. I don't want to hear you fight against this decision again. There is far too much that still needs to be looked into and understood. It will be easier to do all of the above if you aren't fighting every step of the way, okay?"

The Dragon didn't respond, but he also seemed less angered than he had been prior, instead he just nodded and went along with the idea. At least with Malleus calm, you could focus on more than tiptoeing around the sensitive feelings of the Dragon.

Crowley was exceptionally pleased at this agreement, looking over to Queen Helena and Alistair who were also present for the conversation. Queen Helena was thrilled Alistair would be able to be seen by the leading minds of Twisted Wonderland, hopefully able to aid her son in his healing journey. Alistair just seemed thrilled that he was going to get to spend more time with you.

"Headmage-"

"You can call me Crowley, little bird."

"... Headmage, I was thinking about that cooking class suggestion you made a while back. Maybe I could actually get that started- with a small test group, of course- but perhaps next week or even the week after? Especially if this research will take more than a week, a quick start up of the class may be beneficial."

"Perhaps... We will need to iron out logistics, though I am aware Azul has voiced his interest in hosting the culinary class in the Mostro Lounge. I will see what can be done come next week."

"I appreciate it."

"For now- because I am so kind as to host a student from Royal Sword Academy- we should all return to Night Raven College soon and get young Mr. Heartsqueen set up in a room in Ramshackle. Though this week did not go as expected, it was still yet another learning experience that we can take lessons from going forward. Hopefully this has been an educational experience for you all!"

[viridescentelf]

Yandere Bard x Reader - Elphael Introduction

Introducing: Elphael, a yandere bard drow

Universe: Baldur's Gate 3 or DnD

(heavily inspired by Aaravos from The Dragon Prince hehe)

Summary: your childhood, musical friend is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his

Warning: 18+ content, general nsfw, toxic, obsessive behavior

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The way your shoulder grazed his as you sat beside him. He wanted to pin you against the floor with his bodyweight, stuffing his dripping, black tongue in your throat to smother your voice. His lavender chest pressing against your soft skin, the nebula tattoos adorning his arms and abdomen alight with greed. His long, grey hair would fall and pool next to your head, intertwining with your soft tresses, as your velvet hands explore his arched, scarred back.

“Elph, did you hear me?”, you asked, blinking at him.

The drow, Elphael, twitched at the sound of your voice. He had been staring at you, holding his black violin up to his face.

“Uh, what? Sorry, I was … somewhere else,” he gruffed in his raspy voice. In his mind, he was frantically waving the dirty images away in order to concentrate.

“Can we change the tempo in this section? It feels a bit stagnate.” You were pointing at a part of the notes sheet displayed in front of you. Your voice was so enchanting. Why couldn’t he have one like yours? So sweet, like the soft sound of rain outside.

His grey eyes tore themselves away from your lips, to follow where your finger was hovering.

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. We can halve these notes right here.” He placed his calloused finger where yours was, just for the chance to feel your skin once again.

Elphael had longed for you, ever since you had met. He adored that face of yours. The second he saw you; he felt his heart drop into his stomach. The way your hair fell so effortlessly, it was so plump and alluring. He always wanted to entangle his long fingers in it. Pulling it, while his other hand held your hips.

But you were friends. Long time friends, too. You saw him more as a sibling. When you called him his brother, he wanted to prove you wrong. To hold your arms pinned together with one hand, drinking in your scent as his lips and tongue trailed down your neck, to your chest, biting. Feasting on that irresistable flesh.

Gods, if only.

“Let’s try that!” Your words yanked him back into the present.

You repositioned yourself, holding the guitar in your hands, strumming the beginning of the song you had been practicing, humming tenderly. As you swayed to the tune, your arm brushed his again. It drove him crazy.

Elphael spasmed and held his instrument firmer in his hand, joining in the melody at his part a bit frantically.

You would see reason one day and realize how perfect you two were together. The intensity of his desire for you terrified even him, he didn’t want to scare you away.

He needed to be patient. The moment would come.

And if it didn’t…well, maybe if you experienced how good it was to be with him. How delicious the pungent smell of your skin writhing under his could be. He would show you what a good lover he was. Persuade you with his caress. Convince you with his touch.

Maybe you’d understand then.

[kittenintheden]

Silver Swords & Dragonfire

It's been fifteen years since the Battle of Baldur's Gate and the fall of the Absolute. Lae'zel joined forces with Orpheus and has been plotting Vlaakith's downfall. They will travel to the githyanki city of Tu'narath in the Astral Sea and they will slay a lich. But Lae'zel's story does not end there. She will have her red dragon. She will have what she is owed.

She will ascend.

This piece was originally written for @bg3womenswrongs, which will be available for free in March 2025. I highly recommend checking it out -- the art and the written work is an incredible tribute to the ladies of Baldur's Gate 3, who get far from their due. Let them be a little evil, as a treat. Enjoy <3

Rating: M Characters: Lae'zel, Ascended Astarion, God Gale, Orpheus, Tav, Vlaakith Word Count: 1,960 Content: Canon-typical violence, regicide, everyone being sort of terrible (but also kickass), post-canon

AO3 Link

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The atmosphere around Créche K’liir is cold. Full of silver-white moonlight and crisp as night sky in midwinter. There’s always warmth to be found in the inner chambers of the asteroid, but the starsong beckons the githyanki to the surface to search for what is lost. To answer a call.

As Lae’zel steps foot onto the extraterrestrial surface of Tu'narath, The City of Death, she feels that way again. It’s been fifteen years since the Battle of Baldur’s Gate, fifteen years since she walked on the shores of the Astral Sea.

The nebulae whisper of history immemorial. A promise of eternity. Her birthright.

Vlaakith’s tomb.

Castle Susurrus towers high overhead, dark spires shrouded in fog, unchanged for millenia. Sharp, blackened edges cut across a sky otherwise filled with the gentle light of creation. Lae’zel stands with a stance straight as the silver sword she holds in one hand, fingers wrapped round the hilt with the care of a protective lover. Dark blood runs rivulets down the shining metal of the blade.

A drop shivers at the point and falls, floating lightly in midair before it descends to splash against the rock.

Lae’zel’s other hand is slick with gore of a different sort. There, she grips one tentacled mandible of a ghaik head, its eyes vacant and lifeless, its mind whispering no more. The purple flesh has gone gray and dull with unlife, the black blood long since crusted over.

A moment, not long past, rises in her mind’s eye.

The illithid to whom this head belonged stands at a war table, discussing strategy. It is a position her foolhardy younger self would never have occupied, but she is no longer young, nor blindly devoted to a queen on a stolen throne. The rightful heir, Orpheus, walks a circle around the table, reviewing their plans.

“A clever assault,” he says. “Albeit more subject to the whims of istek than I’d prefer.”

“We agree, my liege,” Lae’zel says with a deferential nod. “But my allies, while flighty, are nevertheless bound by their oaths to me.”

Orpheus searches his First Commander’s face and finds her truthful. “As you say. The plan is set, then.”

Lae’zel waits until the prince leaves the room before she dares look to their sole ghaik ally. On cue, they wince and close their eyes, putting two fingers to their temple.

“It pains you?” she asks.

After a moment, the illithid drops their fingers and glances her direction. In her mind, she hears them respond, “It does. Every day, I lose more of myself. That is why you must end me before it is too late. I will make a fine offering.”

Lae’zel leans heavily onto the table, hands balled into tight fists. When she looks to her friend, it is with bitter sorrow in her eyes. “I cannot,” she whispers.

The companion she once called Tav replies, “You will. You must.” They put a hand over hers. “It has always been your destiny.”

What good, this heart of stone, for it to be shattered? Good enough to take up the shards and shred Vlaakith’s regime. A new monarch will rise.

And so she stands with a sword in one hand and her dear friend’s skull in the other, waiting for the allies who promised their aid. Every guard that met their end on her blade lies slaughtered at her feet. At last, a portal glows violet and two men step through. The first gleams with the silvered skin and brilliant eyes of a newly-minted god. Lae’zel stops herself from curling her lip.

The second is all angular features and oppressive finery, peering down his nose at her with ruby eyes as he wipes blood from his hands with a handkerchief. Lae’zel stops herself from sneering a second time.

The God of Ambition and the Vampire Ascendent make powerful allies and unbearable conversationalists. Strange, that she once thought of their weaker forms as friends. That moment is past. That was a time before life went hard and unforgiving for them all.

“I’ve cleared the entry hall for you,” Lord Ancunín says, voice distant and disinterested. “Do keep in touch if you manage to stay alive. We’ll have much to discuss about the future of our respective realms.”

As if she would share her eternal glory over the immortal plane with this coward-turned-little-lord of Baldur’s Gate. Her sights are much higher.

Lae’zel nods nonetheless.

The god once called Gale of Waterdeep gives her a condescending bow. “May you achieve the outcome you seek,” he says, words echoing. “And recall who blessed you on this day of your rebirth.”

Astarion tosses his stained handkerchief to the ground with a scoff. “Years ago, I promised you a favor in return for your assistance in helping me become…” He inhales deeply through his nose and gestures down the length of his body. “... this. That favor has been called in. Do not darken my door again unless you bear gifts. Enjoy your own… ascendence.”

Lae’zel tightens her grip on the tentacle and waves her sword in Gale’s direction, jerking her head toward the palace.

“Your favor remains unfulfilled, my friend with a foot in the divine,” she says. If he notes the underscore of disdain in her tone, he doesn’t acknowledge it.

With a wave of his hand, he opens a second portal. For a moment, his expression goes almost sad. “Arrogance makes enemies of us all,” he says. “For both our sakes, may we never meet again.”

“My thanks for honoring your bargain,” she replies, tucking her chin and glaring. “Now go. This victory is mine.”

He laughs, bitterly. “Vlaakith gha'g shkath zai.”

Then he is gone.

In the distance above, red dragons lock claws and battle in midair. One bears Orpheus as a rider, his war cry lost to the stars. The atmosphere around Lae’zel is calm. Quiet.

She tears her eyes from her prince and enters the portal left for her, never looking back.

True to his word, the Ascendent left the hall decorated with corpses, their blood going tacky beneath her boots as she strides toward a barred door many times her height. Black obsidian, chipped and carved over years to depict githyanki knights crushing their ghaik tormentors underfoot. In the center, a vermillion dragon roars, mouth open wide.

Lae’zel pauses and reaches out, marveling at the smooth glass beneath her fingertips. A scene older than she can comprehend. A promise, ready to be fulfilled.

She hoists the illithid head into the dragon’s mouth and lets the ancient magic take hold. Once, in the days of Orpheus’ mother, the gith earned their knighthood by offering a ghaik’s head. A final test of mettle. Through all Vlaakith’s misbegotten lifetimes, the lich queen could never unravel it completely.

The dragon’s eyes glow, the skull withers and becomes dust, and blessed strength flows through Lae’zel’s veins. She puts her hands to the massive bar keeping her from her quarry and throws it aside as if it weighs nothing more than a harpy feather.

As the door swings open wide, she locks eyes with a usurper, a thief, a charlatan.

Vlaakith stands from her throne, her sharpened crown rising high over her brow and her expression filled with hate.

“Impossible,” the false queen hisses.

Liquid gold flows beneath Lae’zel’s yellow-green skin, lighting her up from the inside out. She broadens her stance, wrapping both hands around her sword and holding it steady at her shoulder.

“The only impossibility here is that you live longer than I will it,” Lae’zel calls. “Die as you lived – wicked and alone. Mha stil'na forjun inyeri.”

Her once-queen hisses and enters a battle stance, her movement rusted over with time and disuse. Far from the gith she rules so stringently, her deathless form has become hollow, weak. It takes no time at all to get a blade to her throat.

Vlaakith’s mouth twists with hate as she glares into Lae’zel’s unwavering eyes, the flesh of her palm cut to the bone as she holds the silver sword by the blade.

“Your suffering will be unending,” Vlaakith snarls. “I shall keep you shivering on the edge of death for an eternity, your body and spirit broken, your tongue a shredded ruin behind your shattered teeth.”

When the lich begins an incantation, Lae’zel lashes quick as lightning and forces two fingers into the queen’s mouth all the way to her gullet, pinning her tongue and causing her to gag and cough, the spell lost. Lae’zel gives a miniscule shake of her head.

“None of your witchery,” Lae’zel whispers. “You will fight as githyanki are intended, or you will not fight at all.”

A resounding crash fills the space as a hulking form crushes its way through the stone wall. A dragon with glittering scarlet scales towers taller than any Lae’zel has ever seen, its throat glowing from within with deadly fire. Its teeth are opal daggers, a shining threat. Below Lae’zel, Vlaakith is brought to her knees, frantically gripping the warrior’s forearms and biting down on the fingers holding her tongue. Lae’zel does not yield.

In the ancient language of dragons, the one she was never taught until she taught herself, Lae’zel says, “Stay your claws, King of Flame, and you will be beholden to Vlaakith’s madness no longer.”

It is a long, tense moment, during which the dragon’s golden eyes search between the blessed newcomer and his longtime queen. At last, he inclines his head and waits. Strength is a ruler he knows.

An unholy, garbled wail rises from the lich’s throat as Lae’zel’s attention returns to her.

“Perish without honor, hshar'lak,” Lae’zel says.

Githyanki silver sings as Lae’zel withdraws her hand and ends it at last. The head of Vlaakith, Last of Her Name, rolls across the finely tiled floor, her face forever in torment, soul long destroyed. Lae’zel drags the tip of her blade behind her, letting it shriek across the stone until she can kneel and pluck the crown of twisted black glass from the rapidly disintegrating skull.

The room fills with the sound of claws scraping and victory cries. Her prince calls an ancient victory cry, his cohort responding in kind.

Lae’zel does not turn, not even when she senses Orpheus near.

“Well done, Baht D’Orpheus,” he says. “We are free. Your victory will be forever written in the stars.”

“Yes,” Lae’zel whispers, her face upturned to the millions-strong starlight filtering through the red-stained windows above the dark throne. “It shall be.”

In one swift movement, she whirls, blade flashing, and runs Orpheus through with her silver. She holds his eye as his expression turns from surprise to betrayal to fury, hands scrabbling uselessly at the sword he himself bestowed upon her. She does not look away.

Profound silence fills the air.

“I will not ask for forgiveness,” Lae’zel says softly, pushing the blade still deeper. “But you will understand that there is no force on this plane or any other that will ever bend my knee again.”

She withdraws her blade, a line of lifeblood painting a slash across the tile. Orpheus, once the Prince of the Comet, falls to the floor with a gurgle.

Lae’zel raises her head to the gathered warriors and their mounts, her face defiant, victorious. When one soldier makes to stand against her, Vlaakith’s former steed produces a burst of flame in their direction.

She sheathes her blade and lifts the bloodied crown over her head. When she lowers it to her brow, a drop of blood courses down her temple and she hears the myriad echoes of the githyanki. All who ever were, and all who will ever be. She moves to the dais and lowers herself to the throne, looking out over the beginnings of her kingdom.

All kneel before Queen Lae’zel, First of Her Name.

[llamaisllama777]

LAES,TSAMS,EAPS WEEKLY*/*DAILY REVIEW SHOW!!!!!

Okay, we had a lot of really good episodes today, so let's hurry up and talk about them!

First up, FAMILY MOMENTS! I love this thumbnail so much, especially Moon's face.. I .. I just love it!

I love how we get to learn about everyone's movie preferences. It's interesting learning these little random tidbits about them. It's fun. Also Sun...

SPY KIDS 3 IS GREAT, AND I WILL NOT HEAR OTHERWISE!!! 😡

Also, Prince of Egypt is a really good movie. You all should go watch it. Even if you aren't religious, it's really good and has some awesome animation and music. Seriously, if you haven't watched, please do. I think it's on YouTube for free???

This episode was cute.... ONTO THE TRAUMA!

Bout time, I was wondering when Nexus would try to kidnap Sun. Took longer than I expected... I wonder why? 🤔

This episode I think confirmed a theory I had...

New Moon/Nexus never cared.

I had this thought in the back of my head that Nexus never really cared about them. He never thought of them as family. He just saw them as people he was told to call family. They were NEVER his family. He never really cared. He just cared about Solar, but Solar never saw him as a brother. OOOFFFFF!

That hurts!

But I'm glad we know because DANG! The angst there!

Also, Sun is stronger than Nexus' chain ability (That ability where he forces people to the floor. I like to imagine purple chains form around the person when he uses that move)

Nexus was so close to kidnapping Sun....

BUT MONTY CAME IN STINKIN' CLUTCH!!!!!!

Monty FINALLY got to use the shotgun! He nearly killed Nexus there! Thank you, Nebula, for the starshells! The Astrals are starting to grow on me.

(Okay... maybe a was a little rash on the whole "Down with the Astrals" "Viva la revolution" thing!) Sorry, Astrals. Still don't really trust Taurus or Leo tho.

Things are getting serious! October is in like two weeks! The creator is still out there! Rez and Cetus are out there! And Dark Sun still has a stinkin' dragon! This is gonna be an exciting October! I'm so excited!

Also, thank you, Davis and Reed, for this picture of Monty with a shotty.

And lastly...

Okay, Eclipse looks like that one guy from the office that conspiracy theory guy. And Puppet just looks depressed.

Puppet really wants to catch the killer. It's really affecting her. It's the MCI incident all over again. And she clearly doesn't want anyone or herself to go through that again. Eclipse still won't watch movies with anyone. It's only a matter of time, though. The moment he says yes and joins them is the moment his redemption arc is complete for me!

So, Eclipse and Puppet have narrowed down the killer to 4 suspects. All employees of Fazbear.

1. Vincent

2. Some lady named Margo

3. A teenage intern who works in the daycare named Josh

4. And the repair man whose name I forget.

I don't think it's any of these guys. But I have a few theories on who the killer could be..

1. Michael Afton of this world. Eclipse did mention in one of the early episodes of the EAPS that the Michael of this world was/still is an employee of Fazbears.

2. Henry Emily. Just cause the angst that it would cause Puppet.

3. The Charlie of this world. Just cause again the angst it would cause Puppet being the killer of this world!

There is no way it's Wanda(the William of this world)

And I highly doubt it's Vincent or some rando employee.

It has to be someone important.

These episodes were amazing!

Davis, Reed, Kat, Valentine, you guys did amazing on these episodes again!

12/10!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Extra point cause WOW!

Also shout out to this commentor for having the funniest comment on there.

Nebula, you are starting to become my favorite Astral!

Also, Patchnotes is a ship I really hope happens now!

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Filling the Gaps

Author's Note: the story ended around a year ago, but oddly enough there are certain parts of the internet where it hasn't died. Wattpad keeps things alive, and every time someone comments I get a notification. Often this results in me reading my old writing, and I have recently noticed this very annoying gap hat I completely glossed over.

The first time Adam admits his feelings for Sunny we never see the aftermath, and it ticked me off. He admits his feelings and then later they are dating, and a lot of stuff just goes missing in between. I know it was because I wasn't ready or comfortable enough with the subject to write it at the time, but tonight when I got all annoyed, I realized that it's still mine, and I can write whatever and whenever I want.

A lot of you have moved on, but if some of you found this annoying then I hope this helps fix it.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“If we waited for you to be ready, we might never talk. I don’t want to grow old waiting for you to figure it out, Adam.” 

Adam turned towards Sunny, away from the viewscreen, but paused halfway between. His head was down, and from the corner of his eye he could see a part of her body, blue carapace glittering like starlight in the late evening. 

He couldn’t see her face.

“Okay, but not here, not where people could walk in.”

He was stalling. His heart hammered in his head. His stomach twisted into knots like his guts had become snakes. 

He turned away from her and headed towards the door. He could hear her walking behind him glad that she couldn’t see his face. Had he ever felt worse? 

Yes.

That was an unfair question. He had felt worse, but he had never felt like this. There was some special kind of torture in social vulnerability — in confrontation. Adam knew what was coming, ever since their duel in the cargo hold, this inevitability had hung over his head like a sword suspended on a wire.

He had admitted to his feelings for her, admitted them to himself.

And then he ran away.

But even the universe, and a space dragon, could not patch up the cracks in this leaking dam, could not shove the words back in his mouth.

The walk to his rooms were too short despite the size of the ship, and before he knew it he was stepping into a familiar, safe darkness. As the door slid open, soft blue light bloomed from the strip lighting on the floor bathing his personal effects in cool ambience. As the door hissed shut behind him; he immediately regretted coming here.

He had brought her back to his space, to where he slept.

It felt intimate, too intimate.

Unsafe.

As if he was opening the walls of his mind and letting her peer inside.

They were alone now.

He heard her move behind him, and chose to walk over to the window, hands clasped behind his back as he stared out into the nebulae. Nothing could be heard here but for the distant thrumming of the engines.

He didn’t want her to see how nervous he was, how sick he felt, but he knew she could.

His hands trembled.

It felt like embarrassment but somehow much worse. There was anticipation there too, the kind he didn’t want to admit to. 

A part of him was excited for this, hoped that something would happen, hoped that this would go the exact place the rest of him hoped it wouldn’t. Even as he stared into the star field, he could feel his own walls dissolving. Thoughts and feelings he had carefully packed away were now impossible to ignore. Hiding behind the appearance of the space dragon was only a temporary fix and now there would be a reckoning.

“Adam.”

Her voice was low and smooth. He had picked that voice for her, a long time ago when she had first been granted the translation equipment, but he could still feel her real voice underneath: a gentle hum that sent vibrations through his ears, morphing to a shiver that traveled down the sides of his neck. He closed his eyes feeling as his body broke out into a nervous sweat despite the ideal temperature of the room.

“Are you feeling okay?”

He laughed, and even to him it sounded nervous, lurching upwards from his throat in awkward sputters, “No.”

He heard her take a seat on the edge of the bed, listened to the blankets shifting as they brushed over each other.

In his mind he could see her poised at its edge. He could imagine the light as it fell over her body. The entire image was penned into his head in such exquisite detail he didn’t need to look at her.

“So, are we going to talk about this?” She said, She sounded so calm, and  he wondered how she was doing it. He felt so small all of a sudden, a child compared to her and he didn’t know how to take the sensation back.

“Then talk.” His voice felt tight.

“I’m not the one who needs convincing.”

He closed his eyes. “What do you want me to say?”

“I want us to talk about what is going to happen moving forward. I need to know where this goes.”

His hands continued to shake. “I don’t know. . .I’ve never. . . I don’t know if I can.” 

“Why don’t you start with telling the truth. I think we both need to hear it.”

He paced two steps to the right and then two steps to the left, “Why, you already know.”

“You’re not exactly convincing.”

He laughed again, another nervous laugh and turned away from the window, still refusing to look at her. His feet carried him back and forth over the floor in short, quick steps. The walls spun past him. Every time he turned he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye and his heart picked up in pace.

“Maybe I don’t want to be convincing.” It felt like a hand around his throat.

“Why not?”

He threw up his hands. “Because!” His voice cracked. No, not now, not like this.

His eyes stung and his face grew hot and he turned his head to the ceiling.

“Adam. . .” 

He squeezed his eyes shut. Every time she said his name it was like being branded, each time a new wave of heat washing through his body.

“Why can’t you say it?” 

“Because I’m not supposed to feel like this!” He couldn't stop it, the words tumbled from his lips, and even he could hear his voice shaking. He kept his face pointed up and away.. He wished he could sink through the floor. He wished the window would open up and suck him into space.

He looked at the door.

Could he run again?

He heard her shift behind him, knew she could tell what he was thinking. She always knew.

His cheeks flamed with heat.

“I don’t understand, why can’t you feel like this?”

His hands dropped from behind his back and he turned down to look at them, anything to avoid looking at her. Suddenly he felt distant, detached from his body as he stared at his hands. He never expected this would happen, but now here it was, and somehow he was having trouble comprehending that fact.

“You’ve always supported LFIL, so I don’t understand. Do you find them disgusting? Is that why?”

He took another deep, shaky breath and turned his eyes back to the ceiling, “No! I didn’t say that. Of course I support them , but that. . . for other  people, not for me.”

“I don’t get it.” her voice was calm, but he knew her enough to know the undertone of frustration there. Not at him but at his words for not making sense.

He breathed in, but it wasn’t smooth, it stuttered and stammered like his voice, “I know it doesn’t make sense, I know it’s stupid, I know, but it's okay for other people to do it, I support them in what they are doing, but when it comes to me. “I” can’t do it. They are allowed to do it but I am not because if I do it, it would be wrong.”

His voice choked.

His heart clenched.

How must this make her feel? It's okay for other people, but my feelings about you make me feel disgusted. Is that what she would hear? 

Would he drive her away, insult her?

Is that what he wanted?

To his surprise, she laughed and he could feel goosebumps erupt over his body at the noise.

“It’s not stupid. Nothing you think is stupid, not to me.”

He felt the emotion then, prickling behind his eyes and nose. He valiantly struggled to keep himself in check, and kept his face turned away from her.

He took a deep breath. “Admitting to this feels like. . . feels like admitting they’re right.”

“Who?”

He flung out a hand in an angry arching gesture trying to make up for the emotion with aggression, “Everyone, everyone since I was young. All of the people on the news who accuse me of it, all the people I grew up with calling me a freak, certain members of my family. If I admit to this they win and I prove them right and I. . .” He dashed a hand across his teeth, teeth gritted in frustration and embarrassment.

“So, let me get this straight. You don’t get to be happy because people you don’t care about would be right?” 

He was pacing in circles now, so fast he was making himself dizzy, like he could replace one feeling with another.

“Adam.” 

He walked past her.

“Adam.”

He went to go past her again, but that’s when her hand struck out, catching him by the wrist.

“Look at me.”

He didn’t want to. He kept his head turned to the side, but then she reached up a hand touching his cheek and turning him to face her. His skin felt hot, and her hand cool. His heart hammered in his chest. He met her eyes for the first time in days.

“How are you so calm. . .” 

Her hand slid down his wrist, catching his hand. “Adam, All of my life I have been a disappointment and a freak and an embarrassment. I have been rejected time and time again, the object of hatred and mockery. I am an expert in handling how you feel right now.”

His chest ached, his tongue caught on itself. “I feel like I’ve missed my window for that. Everyone figured it out early and I. . . I thought I was supposed to be alone.”

“Oh no, it seems I get you all to myself. What a tragedy.”

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered.

She tilted her head. ‘Well, neither do I, but it can’t be that hard. Idiots figure it out all the time.” her fingers slid between his, four fingers slotting perfectly into place. His hand felt numb. With another hand she pulled him closer.

He couldn’t ignore it now: the feeling rising in his stomach, the way his eyes were drawn to the curve of her cheek, the turn of her neck into her shoulder, the curve of her leg.

Her eyes.

“You know what we Drev do, instead of kissing?” 

He shook his head afraid to speak. She pulled him even closer the outside of his leg brushing against the inside of hers. She leaned up and he bent his head down. Then their foreheads brushed against each other. Static erupted through his face and down his cheek. She pulled him to sit next to her, mattress sinking so his leg was pressed into hers. She turned her head, the corner of her mouth and face brushing against his cheek, and then his ear. 

The static sensation rushed down the back of his neck and into his shoulder before stopping at his lower back.

His hands fluttered uselessly unsure of where to go and what to do. 

His stomach writhed.

Her head dipped and she briefly brushed up against his jaw sending the static into his face and chin.

And then she let him go, pulling away.

He was left, unsteady body buzzing.

Sunny chuckled, “Hmm, interesting.”

“What?” He managed.

“You aren’t dead, didn’t dissolve into a puddle, the ship didn’t explode.”  They weren’t touching anymore but he now wished they were. It was getting easier to admit that. “So, is this something you would like to move forward?” 

He couldn’t find the words. His tongue still felt thick, whatever part of him which had been holding back still clinging to the tatters. 

But where his tongue was tied his body was not.

He nodded.

It was only then did he see the tension leave her shoulders. She took a deep breath.

Had she been nervous too?

How had he missed it?

“Good. I had hoped you would say that."

[astronomypolls]

[juniemunie]

SO, MY HIGH QUALITY HTTYD MOVIE ANALYSIS IS HERE

so as ive said before in old posts, i have been watching httyd over and over religiously for so long to the point ive memorized all the lines right

u see the quality of that movie on my old childhood laptop was not perfect. suitable for a simple viewing yes, but not analysis

i never thought about it until a couple of days ago, where i had the opportunity to... acquire... a really high quality version of the movie

took me nearly a whole day to get it to download but i got it and watched it last night

....and wow. it really felt like i got my glasses again and i noticed so many more things. and there were a lot of cool characterizations and animations i missed

if ur interested in listening to me ramble, feel free kdfsgjsl

Literally just a few seconds in and im surprised by how beautiful the night sky is (THERE WERE NEBULAE???) i knew toothless was there but it caught me off guard how pretty and numerous the stars were

SO FIRST SCENE THE RAID

being able to visibly see with such detail that i could see the hair strands of the vikings was wowie, and STOICK'S WRINKLESSS

BUT THE ONE I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT WAS WHEN HICCUP WAS SHOOTING DOWN TOOTHLESS

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SEE HIS SILHOUETTE BLOCKING OUT THE STARS HERE THATS SO DAMN COOL

the thing i noticed the most in this viewing is Stoick's microexpressions, he has A LOT that i missed simply because the quality wasn't high enough for me to spot them because typically hes not the focus of the camera

for example, here when Gobber and Stoick talk

he makes gestures (when he says his father told him to bang his head he lightly hits the pillar to emphasize it) as well as moves his hands almost very similarly to Hiccup and thats so endearing (Gobber seeing all the similarities but still has to mediate between the two of em HAHAAHAH)

HIS EYES....

His spots are super visible in this version too its such a treat to see everytime Toothless is there

also this composition! I just noticed how nicely placed the stairs are, it gives a natural divide between the two of them

this one here, he has a split second microexpression where he's thinking about what to say next, i think he realized he has to at least encourage him, not scold him

he's less confident as he walks out too, its blurry but he keeps shifting his eyes back to hiccup. if he isn't asserting authority on hiccup they're just both awkward around each other kjfdbglskk

my favorite thing about the dragons are their eyes, toothless' eyes does a wonderful job conveying his emotions even if its just to dilate when he's happy or narrow when he's assessing or feels in danger, its one of the traits i rlly loved watching in the first

look how he mimics the way humans are sitting ksdjfbglsdk

the series of exchanges these to have rlly is just them expressing civility that they think the other would approve of, (Hiccup spares him, Toothless spares him in return. Hiccup merely observes, he observes back. Hiccup drops his weapons, Toothless drops his guard. Hiccup gives him fish, Toothless having not much to offer, decides to share it with him.) It shows how Toothless is quite considerate and honorable.

and i like how in the first movie when he's aggressive he shows off his teeth and especially his gums more. i dont think i see his gums as prominently in the,,, sequels which is a shame because the light colors of his mouth contrasts super well with his dark scales

I CAN SEE HIS FACIAL MUSCLES MOVE HERE WOW. (its like he's really taking in the touch of hiccup's hand here, anticipating smth bad but nothing happening)

oh the way hiccup's face falls when stoick says "all those years of the worst viking berk has ever seen!

stoick isnt good with emotional talking, but this is the most open and we've seen him with hiccup so far

he's a hard ass, but the moment he finds that hiccup has done something great, he goes to him because he thinks he finally has a thread, something in common that they COULD BOND WITH

he literally goes "we finally have something to talk about" HE JUST WANTS A FATHER-SON BOND IM GONNA CRY

and you can see how toothless processes in a millisecond that astrid hurt hiccup

typically the "steed" falls head over heels for the male's love interest, which is why i rlly do like how toothless doesnt like astrid at all when he firsts meet him

HE RLLY DOESNT LIKE HER AT ALL HAHAHA

also take note how the first thing Hookfang does is to attempt to climb or get out, and when he cant, addresses the only one in the ring. im pretty sure he's intelligent enough to know the situation (ive been planning a fic of his perspective of the movie honestly)

OH THE WAY HES DRAGGED BACK TO HIS CAGE OH IM SO SORRY

this scene. i have no other words. it is vital to me that this split second expression existed. he rlly processed what he just said here to his own son

THIS MICROEXPRESSION I COMPLETELY MISSED

I never knew how uncertain his expression looked as he looked away from Hiccup, like he was hesitating, but then the anger comes back and his fists clench

AND OH MAN TOOTHLESS' EXPRESSION!!! I DID NOT MEAN TO CATCH THAT BUT IM SO GLAD I DID

and no thats not him noticing stoick, after the expression in the previous pic, he blinks, and THEN he notices stoick nearing and glaring at him, which he returns back

ITS LIKE TOOTHLESS IS HAVING HIS OWN INTERNAL THOUGHTS AT THAT MOMENT AND THATS SO?????

THEY TREAT TOOTHLESS LIKE A THINKING FEELING CHARACTER, AND ITS PERFECTION

final one, i love his expression here, he usually lifts his lips when he's angry, scared or ticked off but in this context its obvious he still doesn't like stoick, but he saved him and hiccup. so its only right to toothless that he returns the favor.

AND THATS ALL IVE GOT FOR NOW THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME RAMBLE HAHAHA

[komickrazi]

Dragon #100!

I've finally done it, I've made 100 dragon fursuits!!! Just in time for the Year of the dragon!

To celebrate the #100 I made a GOLD dragon.

He is built on a fiberglass base with moving jaw and zipper closure in the back of the head and adjustable head mount.  He features a beautiful scale fabric accented with handpainted gold edging.  The gold fabric on the underside of the tail, throat and inner ears was entirely hand smocked.

He also features tongue, spikes and claws from Dream vision creations, Horns from Red nebula cosplay and eyebrow ridges from Weasels on Easels.

This Dragon is available for sale! Please send me a note if you would like to make an offer

[admrlthundrbolt]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

Straight Through The Heart (Eddie Munson x Chubby Reader)

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure

The Most Beautiful Girl In The World (Okuyasu x Chubby Reader)

One Way Or Another (Selkie N'Doul x Chubby Reader

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

How Did You Love (Polnareff x Chubby Reader)

Heal The Pain (Dragon Wamuu x Chubby Reader)

Black Magic Woman (Werewolf Santana x Chubby Reader)

Evil Walks (Poltergeist Esidisi x Chubby Reader)

Just What I Needed (Gorgon Kars x Chubby Reader)

Believer (Gargoyle Risotto x Chubby Reader)

Out Of My Mind (Giorno x Chubby Reader x Mista)

Resident Alien

Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

One-Punch Man

Love is a Battlefield (Garou x Chubby Reader)

Holding Out For A Hero (Mumen Rider x Chubby Reader)

Elevate (King x Chubby Reader)

Bullet Train

Apple Blossom (Lemon x Chubby Reader x Tangerine)

Stayin' Alive (Ladybug x Chubby Reader

Resident Evil

Your Love Could Start a War (Lady Dimitrescu x Cubby Reader)

New Future Weapon (Mutant Wesker x Chubby Reader)

Encanto

Dance Macabre (Bruno x Chubby Reader)

Harley Quinn

Have Faith In Me (Bane x Chubby Reader)

Overwatch

You Dropped A Bomb On Me (Junkrat x Chubby Reader)

The Road to El Dorado

I Put A Spell On You (Tzekel-Kan x Chubby Reader)

Camp Camp

Perfect World (David x Cubby Reader)

Spider-Man

Ashes (Norman Osborn x Chubby Reader)

Emperor's New Clothes (Doc Ock x Chubby Reader)

Firefly

Wait A Minute My Girl (Jayne x Chubby Reader)

Scream

You Spin Me Round (Billy x Chubby Reader x Stu)

Naruto

Sweet Tooth (Iruka x Chubby Reader)

Batman

Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

Friday the 13th

Die To Live (Jason Vorhees x Chubby Reader)

Hunter X Hunter

Do It All The Time (Hisoka x Chubby Reader x Illumi)

Drag Me Down(Minotaur Uvogin x Chubby Reader)

Guardians of the Galaxy

Edge Of Midnight (Nebula x Chubby Reader)

What We Do in the Shadows

Under The Graveyard (Petyr x Chubby Reader)

Alone Together (Nandor the Relentless x Chubby Reader)

Inglorious Bastards

Some Nights (Hugo Stiglitz x Chubby Reader)

Halloween

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

Pokemon

Electric Love (Guzma x Chubby Reader)

Arcane

Reckless Paradise (Silco x Chubby Reader)

Still Not Dead (Sevika x Chubby Reader)

Terminator

One Of Those Days (Sarah Conner x Chubby Reader)

Mad Max

Radioactive (Furiosa x Chubby Reader)

Mario Bros

Love From The Other Side (Bowser x Chubby Reader)

Jeepers Creepers

Centuries (Jeepers Creepers x Chubby Reader)

Halloweentown

Tongue Tied (Luke x Chubby Reader)

Venom

Run Run Run (Eddie x Chubby Reader x Venom)

Stardew Valley

Therapy (Harvey x Chubby Reader)

Blue Eye Samurai

Prisoner (Mizu x Chubby Reader)

Red One

Danger To Myself (Krampus x Chubby Easter Bunny Reader)

Black Clover

Somebody Told Me (Magna x Chubby Reader x Luck)

Borderlands

Take Me Out (Claptrap x Chubby Reader)

[kirby-souljourney-au]

Meta time!!!!

No, I didn’t forget he had a cape until I was almost finished, I knew the entire time I swear. (I definitely forgot.)

Once again, this man takes up too much canvas space for me to put his scar map in the same one as his full ref, so he needs a separate image as well.

All his information and hex codes are under the cut, as usual!

I still can’t draw abs. And I’m sorry this took kinda long, I got distracted… the Taboo rewrite & the planning for the fic itself has a vice grip on my soul.

Full name: Ione Argon

Aliases: Meta Knight, ‘Nene’ (don’t call him that unless you’re his friend)

Species: Earthling Dragon (Fire/Ground) x Dream-Dark-Matter Astral Hybrid

Planet of Origination: Popstar

Age: 231

Height: 6’10”

Gender: Intersex; identifies as non-binary

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Multi-spec lesbian, asexual

S/O: Galacta Iriam (fiancée) (and Ophanim/Morpho EX (girlfriend), in the future)

Family: Hano Agron (biological mother), Ekia Argon (older sister), Vaga Argon (older sister), Sirv Argon (younger brother), Kirby Argon (adopted son) (as well as Athena Iriam (daughter), in the future)

The famous Meta Knight of the Galaxy Soldier Army, well-known for his title and sacred blade, Galaxia.

Engaged to Galacta Iriam — currently has no biological children with him, but adopted 14-year-old Kirby as their son when he was aged 6.

Works as a Knight under Dreamland’s King Dedede, and is head of Castle Dedede’s Royal Guard.

Quiet and seemingly apathetic, though kind-hearted and meaning nothing but well, he finds general difficulty in befriending others due to his somewhat off-putting demeanour. He is very kind, though, just ultimately socially awkward and nervous as an individual.

He joined the GSA the second he turned 19, believing himself to be responsible for the safety of the Galaxy due to his Astral heritage, as well as to get as far away from his mother as possible. He worked with them for the majority of his life since he joined, until an attack by Nightmare wiped out nearly all the GSA’s forces and scattered those that remained. He’s worked for King Dedede as his Knight for about 30 years, and finds genuine enjoyment in his current job.

His weapon of choice is the sacred Master Sword, a sentient enchanted blade named Galaxia. He also uses his natural Fire magic, and on rare occasion, Dream Magic, when necessary. Very well-trained in swordplay, and certainly no easy opponent.

Hex codes

Both:

4F3224 — Scars / Palms

311A0F — Skin

101010 — Socks / Gloves

120E1C — Fuzz fade / Cape back

1D1D47 — Hair / Fuzz base

E0BEFF — Inner ears / Wing webbing

FCC66F — Iris 1

FFFFFF — Wing talons

BFBFBF — Ring / Thigh guards (or whatever they’re called) / Arm guards

Armoured:

18122B — Chestplate & Pauldrons 1

2C2240 — Battle shirt (?)

32353E — Pants

6B5B86 — Straps

CCCFFD — ‘M’ symbol

472A77 — Sabatons

E4C69A — Chestplate & Pauldrons 2

000000 — Inner cape (plus multicoloured Nebulae)

Unarmoured:

1A1A1B — Shirt

343434 — Face mask / Dress pants

D2CDC4 — Iris 2

FFFBF4 — Eye whites

Tail-tip:

08003D — Base / Fade 1 (using Nebula brush)

00113D — Fade 2 (using Nebula brush)

0046FF — ‘Star’ patterning (using Glimmer brush on Hard Light, with base & fade colours overlaid on top using a clipping-mask Colour layer)

[gethoce]

I saw a thing on Discord about OC kill counts and Valfrey was somehow discounted for being a reaper in my absence, but let's try to take ALL of her lore into account!

Valfrey cares about nothing more than their purpose and the first purpose they saw in their life was to reap souls, that is true. The souls that were unwilling to come with them I would count as a kill, personally, but maybe you people don't.

They eventually found a new purpose after their wife died and began to send demon beasts to kill every living being, which was to kill all the demons. After all, they had killed a lot of her children! About half of them were wiped out. It really depends on whether killing demons counts to you I suppose but they were intelligent beings, if perhaps not innocent beings. Most of them that is. Not that it mattered to Valfrey, demon is demon.

After Valfrey sealed away their wife and its brother they assumed their negatively charged form upon… dying the honourable death of a samurai. In this form they are known as Yamata No Orochi, an eight-headed dragon large enough to swallow planets and swallow planets they did! Their hunger for souls was unparalleled. They ate 7 out of 8 forks of a galaxy until the legendary heroes Susanoo, Amaterasu and Kushinadahime defeated them, causing Valfrey to return to their positively charged form.

Then, after Twinkle Popopo had perished, Valfrey found their third purpose, which was to exterminate all dark matter. They went on a crusade, killing all dark matterborn they came across and everything that contained dark matter to a degree such as NZs, Scarfies and those who were infected. Valfrey pulled Demon Star (or Dämmerstern) into Yomi which killed everyone who was on that planet. They wiped out the Demon Tribe, caused the Dark Rooms to spread and cause massive destruction on a galactic level and continued their crusade for many decades erasing lineages and traumatising survivors until they attacked the wrong person and the Dark Nebula incident occurred.

Since their return they've been looking for a new sense of purpose. No notable killings occurred, though some probably died by their hand here and there. Conclusion… Out of every character in my AU they probably have the second highest kill counts after Baal Hadad.