#frostburn au

[kursed-curtain]

Who says early spring has to be all cold and dreary?

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:)) fridge lad fridge lad

@goddessoftechnology's Frostburn AU was the first thing that came to mind when wanting to do valentine's day cards! Heem heehee

[geekinclara]

The Frostburn Princess Ch. 2: Family Reunion

Katara returns to the South Pole and Aang gets captured.

Second chapter is out! Once again huge thanks to @quintessentialclara for beta reading!

[dustedrosedraws]

Working on some stuff for my Fire/Ice AHiT AU. Frost Queen Vanesaa (yes I'm spelling her name like that) alternate form. Still a work in progress.

[geekordavatar]

THE FROSTBURN PRINCESS Chp. 1

Water. Earth. Fire. Air.

Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. But all of this changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar master of all four elements could stop them, but when the world needed him most, he vanished. Almost a hundred years have passed since then.

Nine years ago, my mom was killed and my sister kidnapped by the Fire Nation. Ever since, I had to help my dad and Gran Gran in the village, together with my friend, Atka.

Two years ago, my father left our village with the rest of the men to help in the fight against the Fire Nation, and to look for my sister. And I still hope, and believe somehow, that I'll be able to see her again one day.

Nine years ago, I was saved by the Fire Nation, and adopted by the royal family. Ever since, I've been trained and raised by Fire Lord Ozai.

Two years ago, my brother was banished, our uncle going with him.

Now, my father's sent me on a mission to make sure that their loyalties haven't strayed away. I hope that I can help him in his pursuit of capturing the Avatar, and finally bring him back home.

The first chapter of "The Frostburn Princess" is out!!!

Basically, a 'what if Katara was kidnapped by the Fire Nation as a 5 year old, and adopted by Ozai.'

A million thanks to @quintessentialclara for beta reading it!

[larz-barz]

I FINISHED YAAAAAY🥰🥰🥰 Yuto belongs to @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira and this is an au where he’s a demon slayer and Miki is a demon (it’s an au where Miki and Yuto are like Tanjiro and Nezuko:3)

tagging: @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @kimetsu-chan @shycroissanti @slayfics @night-mince10000000000000000001 @frostburn-shoto @floofgryph @aceofstars0 @pulim-v @muichirolover14 @muichirosboba @kiyokatokito

[liloinkoink]

First Sign of a House Fire

skelew - 1805 words - complete

"Today Thorn's ability was just super strength. That’s, like, no issue at all.”

"No issue— didn't he throw a food stand at you?" Martyn asks.

Or, hero duo Frostburn and Rose discuss the emergence of a new villain with a peculiar gimmick: the ability to change powers. Ren misses some subtext.

TREEBARK WEEK DAY 5: WANDERER/PROSPERITY/GROUND IS (Franky One Piece voice) SUUUUPERRR!!!!!

this time it's a hero/villain au! another combo effort w @cherrifire !!! this au has us in a chokehold fun fact. theres so much bullshit here. i hope you enjoy getting a fun look at the premise, and happy treebark week!

[ta-ni-ya]

Introduction~

(It’s about time I finally do this)

Name: Taniya

Nickname: Niya

Age: 16+

Birthday: 28 April

Fav colour: pink >:3

Pronouns: she/her

If you’ve seen my posts, you can already tell I’m an artist and I do original character designs and sometimes use references- I also draw my mutuals :D

I’m Indian idk if that was necessary to know but still anyways lol-

Also I haven’t revealed this but I’m still in school ;-; I never really got a reason to tell but this kinda explains my break right?

I love cats. That’s it.

I love sleeping so much but my schedule is messed up because of it that’s why I don’t have any fixed time to post because I be sleeping during the day and being awake at night sometimes 😭🤡 (I’m not sure if I got insomnia bro-)

I also have this habit of adding emojis everywhere so don’t mind me- I just like expressing myself with emojis

Also- I have a habit of saying ‘lol’ a lot ;~;

I also might share some random stuff about me? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I also draw my own oc’s (so far I’ve made from demon slayer, Tokyo Revengers and, mha and one piece)

I originally made an account on tumblr just to read stuff but I eventually decided why not post my own stuff? And I’ve made a lot of friends now :)

My lovely mutuals 🥰:

@silliestsakura

@theyslaydemons

@kiyokatokito

@snowmist-hashira

@kurumi-igarashi

@cloudymistedskies

@axolotl321

@kakajuri-fics

@aeolia18

@strawberrycuwu

@colourstreakgryffin

@ahashiraswife

@tokito-dulya20

@theyluvsmilo

@yuichiroleftarm

@unofficialmuilover

@demonslayeranimex

@muichinno

@frostburn-shoto

@nimmie-nugget

@muitsuri

@vexinghearts

@leahdulya

@cartoonist1004

@rion-isnot-an-ai

@kimetsu-chan

@ayunakatsukiwolfhashira

@saffron0v0

@shycroissanti

@boo-simplified

@naramaiz

@call-me-copycat

@pinkwisteria

@decentgarbage

@broken-spirit101

@dreamcorechild

@1derica

@cascadingleaves

@bugzheadquarter

@creamsoda-cat

There’s more but I’ve reached the tag limit 💀

Appreciation post

(Please lemme know if I missed someone ;-;)

Some of my moot’s ocs that I’m a huge simp for:

Kansatoki Hikari 🙈💚

@persuasionhero / @slayfics

Catilina alexandrovich 🥹🫶🏻

And

Hiroyuki kajiwara 👀🩵

@tokito-dulya20

Takahiro shinkirou 🤭🥰

@shycroissanti

Anywaysss here’s my oc:

Demon slayer oc (shipped with Sanemi shinazugawa)- ♡

Her backstory- ☆

More about her appearance- ♥︎ •

More info- ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

Facts- ♤

Her animation!- ♧

Katana design- ○

Sanekiri- *

Modern au- <3

Voice claim- ●

A series with @kiyokatokito’s oc

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Demon slayer oc 2 (shipped with takahiro shinkirou) - ♡

Voice claim- ●

Tokyo revengers oc (shipped with Shinichiro sano)- ♡

More about her appearance- ♥︎ •

One piece oc (shipped with no one)- ♡

More about her appearance- ♥︎ • °

Her backstory- ☆

Facts- ♤

My hero academia oc(s) (shipped with each other)- ♡ ♡

Ship name- Haruki

Voice claim- ●

Voice claim- ●

A random oc (shipped with @tokito-dulya20’s oc catilina alexandrovich and @muitsuri’s oc katarina)- ♡

Ship name- catrinelle

Them all together

I also have 3 rp blogs:

@yukitorakiyomi

@haru-aikawa

@kirikashimizu

Lol I think that’s all for now? I might update later if I have more to add ig ^^

Thank you for reading this-

Here have head pats:

[driflew]

Idk if this one was just a one-shot for TBW, but any first sign of a house fire?

i do! hero/villain has like. 7? other branches i can think of on top of classic hero/villain, there are SOOO many one shots and full really long scenes cherri and i have written together. there were over 100k words in that doc MONTHS ago and we've only gotten worse

this was the only one from classic branch that i wrote alone (a lot of our work from this au is collaborative) that wasn't. non-canonical romance.

amyway. did you know that the one shot title was foreshadowing

By design, the Red Army building isn’t particularly noteworthy. It’s actually mostly underground, though it does have about two floors above the surface. 

The ground floor is a book shop, the cover for their operation, staffed by the five of them during the day. The second is an apartment, though it’s more a hang-out and storage space than anything, considering no one actually lives in it. It’s the lower floors where the action happens, not that anyone but a select few know. 

Mostly it’s been shared with other heroes, a spot to hang out and recover after long battles. It’s also been seen by a handful of villains, though none conscious to know the exact location of its cells. 

So it’s… not entirely unheard of to have someone banging on the shop door late at night. Unusual, sure, but not unthinkable. 

Impulse is in the process of closing down the shop when he hears it. Someone hits the glass like it owes them money, forceful enough to rattle the frame. 

“We’re closed!” Impulse yells, and whoever is on the other side takes that as a reason to bang their fist even louder. 

Impulse groans, and then he walks off to the door. He puts on a polite smile, expecting to be met with a demanding customer, and throws the door open. 

It’s… it’s not a customer. It’s a hero. 

Impulse has met Frostburn a handful of times. He’s one of (if not the) most powerful heroes in the entire city, known for his insane temperature control abilities. He’s always been cheerful and friendly, and he’s helped the Red Army out a handful of times. 

He’s not smiling now. Frostburn is covered in soot, one arm wrapped tight around himself and his stomach. Impulse thinks he might be nursing a wound, but he doesn’t see it—instead, he sees Frostburn’s ears are flat against the sides of his head, and ice has formed down his face in the path of what should be tears. 

“H-Hi,” says Frostburn. He wipes the ice away from the corner of his eyes, turning it to steam with the heel of his hand. “Please help me.” 

“Oh, jeez,” Impulse says, and then he’s stepping aside to let Frostburn in. “Are you hurt?” 

“No, I-I just—” Frostburn says, and he shudders, “I need a place to stay.”

“I’m… going to call for the others,” Impulse says, “You just— Are you running from someone?” 

“No!” Frostburn rushes to say, “No, I wouldn’t lead— I wouldn’t put you in danger,” He shudders, “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to.”

“I believe you,” Impulse says, because he doesn’t think Frostburn is quite talking to him, and then he’s pulling Frostburn’s arm over his shoulder. “C’mon, buddy, let’s get you down stairs.” 

Frostburn just nods, letting Impulse help him. 

This close to his face, Impulse can see ice beginning to reform in the corners of his eyes. 

— — —

Moving Frostburn downstairs isn’t very difficult. Once he’s there, Impulse calls for the rest of his team—he isn’t exactly sure why the hero is here, but in case whatever’s upset him comes knocking, he thinks they’ll be best off in a group. 

Joel and Etho are upstairs in the apartment, and so they come down to join, equally uncertain of what to do with the vulnerable hero. BigB and Skizz are a few blocks away each, but promise to come as soon as they can. 

Frostburn doesn’t say anything as the other heroes plan around him. He picks up a pillow off the couch Impulse has set him on, then clutches it to his chest with both hands. 

In a moment, the air smells faintly of burnt fabric. Impulse looks over at him, frowning, though no one breaks the silence beyond the sound of Frostburn’s sniffling. 

“I’m going to finish up what I was doing upstairs and let Skizz and BigB in. You two stay here,” Impulse tells Joel, and then he’s gone. 

Etho sits down at the opposite chair, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. Joel hovers, though he’s the first to break the silence.

“Frostburn? Why are you here?” Joel asks, “Not that we aren’t happy to help and all, but why didn’t you call your, uh… you had that friend who did hero stuff with you, yeah?”

Frostburn’s face screws up, and then he’s sobbing in earnest. Joel looks at Etho, who is still on his phone, though now with a significantly more pointed focus on the screen. 

“Hey, uh, it’s okay?” Joel says, walking over to sit near Frostburn. His tail curls around his leg, and he shakes his head. 

“He’d dead,” Frostburn says, “He’s— so-someone set our home on f-fire, and I couldn’t get back because, because of a villain fight, a-a-and he was home and I couldn’t find him…” 

“That doesn’t mean he’s dead!” Joel says, entirely without confidence. 

“He could’ve gone out,” Etho offers, despite the fact it’s nearly two in the morning. Frostburn buries his face further into the pillow, and Joel hears the fabric tear in his hands. 

Joel looks to Etho, who is very engrossed in his phone, and then places a hesitant hand on Frostburn’s shoulder. He’s spared from having to do much more than that, though—there’s footsteps on the stairs, and then BigB, Skizz, and Impulse are back.

It had been BigB who had given Frostburn their base’s location, so it’s BigB who sits down next to him. He opens his arms, and Frostburn abandons the pillow entirely to throw himself into BigB’s hold. 

“I heard what happened,” BigB says, “Is your place totally gone?” 

Frostburn nods. 

“I looked as hard as I could,” he says, “It’s all… I was looking for M-Martyn, but he’s— there’s nothing left at all.” 

“Is Martyn your partner’s name? He lives with you?” BigB asks. Frostburn nods, then pulls back. 

“No— no point in secrets, huh?” Frostburn asks, and then he’s pulling off his glasses. “My name— my name is Ren. Martyn and I have been friends since I was— was ten. He’s my closest friend, I… I need him to be okay. More than anything.” 

“You said everything was destroyed, right?” Impulse asks. Frostburn—Ren—flinches, but he nods. 

“What about Martyn’s suit?” Impulse asks. Ren blinks. “The— he fought alongside you, right? And he didn’t have powers. So he must’ve had some kind of temperature control, surely. He could have worn that and escaped the fire.” 

Ren stares, and then his eyes widen, light flooding back into him. He gasps, jumping to his feet. 

“It was—… No, I didn’t— I didn’t see it! I looked through the whole apartment and I didn’t see it at all! He must’ve— he must have used it!” Ren says, and his tail is already wagging, “It’s— Martyn is the smartest person I know, there’s no way he didn’t think of that. He must be fine!” 

“See? You don’t have to cry,” BigB says, and Ren is nodding, already latching onto the idea. 

“Yeah, he’s— he has to be fine. He must’ve left his phone in the fire, but— but it’s fine. We’ll meet back up soon, I’m sure. He might even come here!” Ren laughs. 

“I’ll watch the door for him,” Joel says, and then he’s running up the stairs. Ren laughs again, sitting back down. 

“He’s— he has to be fine,” Ren says, “He has to.”

[imaginesofeverykind]

Witches Brew ~ Chapter 4

Summary: To practice magic is to slight God with the devil's embrace. It is evil, sin, consuming and the price one pays is never worth what one seeks. Yet people, in times of desperation often turn to desperate measures, in Aegon’s case, medicinal remedy is not an option. No healer can undo what has been done. But the Hag tucked away behind reeds, water topped with algae and the voracious bog may be able to. For a price.

Warnings: Blood and Gore, Character Death, catholic-centric monotheism demonised

Tags: DnD Fusion AU, Targaryens are noblefolk, Aegon is a werewolf.

Word Count: 6.1k

Chapter Song: ‘O’Death’ Theme (Until Dawn Soundtrack) - Jeff Grace, Amy Van Roekel

SORRY THIS IS TWO WEEKS LATE !!! I literally got slammed at work two weeks in a row, i did so much OT and im SORRY but here she is yall :’(((((

Series Masterlist

You’re Back. The void bringing a sense of unnerving, and much like it had been the previous time — overstimulated the senses tenfold like a barrage of everything all at once. You move, but there is no feeling of your legs carrying you, just that you have moved from point to point with no memory of getting there. It was a more disorienting form of how you materialize from one place to the other, except in the prime realm you knew where you were going.

Here, there was nothing to determine a position or place other than the faint sense of knowing you weren’t in the same place. A droning of magical song ebbs and flows, louder or softer depending on whichever direction you appear to be going. Perhaps spirits are reaching out or even the Gods, faintly you recall Auntie speaking in hushed whispers whenever she reached out to Syrrelio, God of Blood, and think for a moment that this may be his domain.

Though you wait, there is no voice calling from the great beyond, no divine message flowing through you or even a presence to indicate a greater celestial presence. There was something, however. A beacon of warmth beckoning you in the void, barely detectable but the heat was like being in close proximity of a large fire during a winter blizzard.

Finally, the small glimmer of light sparkles like a flare against the abyssal backdrop of pitch black darkness. At first you think your eyes are playing tricks on you, but it flickers again and there is an instant and urgent pull to go to whatever has your attention. An exit from this madness? Maybe so, but it was an answer you would not get this visit.

A violent and abrupt flash of light from the sun’s spotty beams cutting through the trees of the kitchen window jerk you back to the prime realm. There is a moment of utter confusion as you take in the surroundings with care, the hut remains in tact and in normal shabby condition, but the cause of confusion is that you are standing over the table with a sprig of dried Goodberry clutched in your hands hovering over the Mortar and Pestle.

Strange.

These… episodes… weren’t something brought on by sleeping it seemed. They were involuntary, like someone - or better yet - something was trying to send a message. It was only slightly unnerving to say the least, but shakily you continued on creating the healing brew like you weren’t just psychically accosted by an unseen force or entity.

The days were short but slowly dragged on a little later each day, now that Dead Winter’s Day had been to pass. Snow was still falling in excess, marking a relatively relentless bitter winter as the trees of the swamp withered and the bottle brush shrubs discoloured from frostburn. It wasn’t just the cold that swept through the dreary feeling across the swamp, you could sense that despite restoring Ornmirs shrine it had not settled the spirit.

Her unstable energy seemed to entice more malevolent creatures to the area, Stirges were now the least of your problems.

Your current problem required more attention — this evenings full moon was a mere few hours away judging by the soft sweeping darkness encasing the swamp and Aegon was yet to arrive. Since he started coming to see you he had been relatively punctual, often arriving midday at the earliest or mid-afternoon at the latest but never this close to dark.

It deeply concerned you, more than expected and it only slightly embarrassed you. The deep inner voices within your mind were at a battle, one half expressing urgent distress and beckoning to go and investigate, the other half was trying its best to reason and that there was nothing to worry about.

Today, it seemed, anxiety was much louder than reason. That paired with the unpleasant feeling that twisted inside your gut was reason enough for you to throw on your cloak and disappear into nothing, appearing back in reality inside the Fortress that overlooked Oldtown. He’d be beside himself if he hurt anyone, is what you tell yourself to not feel flustered and to justify why you’re going to him. Deep down you know he cared little for those inside the stony fort, only his siblings had the privilege.

Your hood concealed a great deal of your face and the cloak hid the rest of your attire, aware that you didn’t exactly look like the typical local roaming. It was disturbingly quiet which was odd enough considering it was renowned for housing belligerently loud swordsmen and knights.

And yet, as you cross the courtyard with a purpose it was as quiet as a chapel. Your eyes scanned the few people, some were holy men, some were servants and others were simple folk or traders but not a single notable individual in sight. Time was not on your side, as you give the darkening sky a despondent look before quickly making haste to the West Wing of the building.

Living quarters were located within the West Wing and if Aegon had any sense, he’d have locked himself in his room lest he be set loose to attack any ignorant wanderer. The lack of people around may have been a blessing in disguise, making things easier to lurk around without fear of being caught.

Most of the holy men were headed to the East Wing, where you had to assume the inbuilt chapel was since for the last three corridors you only passed servants who looked at you with curious glances but said nothing or alerted anyone. This corridor in particular inlaid carved stone, a garish green rug trailed from end to end with golden accents and the holy symbol of their false god reminded you how much you despised their religion.

The thought had barely registered in your head, softly stepping on the carpet and past a door that was half open.

”— and what of Aegon?”

Hearing his name pricked your ears and forced you to come to a stop, the voice was raspy, struggling to speak and airy. Viserys, was the first thought that came to your head, shocked slightly at how quickly he sounded to be deteriorating. You lean against the carvings that lined the door, not caring to look up and inspect whatever lavish artistry has been wasted on accenting what amounted to a door hole.

“If I may speak plainly, my Lord… Aegon… he is a sinner.” Another voice, older but more confident. A priest. You think, a holy devoted man. “He has been unfit to take over long before you became ill, you must know this, your Lady wife knows this.”

Your eyes flicker to the window, the sky darkening with each moment, you have little time to waste but find it difficult to step off from the wall you leant against, wanting to hear what was being said while Aegon was absent. From the stories he has vaguely revealed, you piece together that this can’t be very pleasant —.

”—Devil work is at play, are we to ignore what Ser Criston reported back… The hag of the swamp may be gone but she has left a younger in her stead. A younger, might I add that Aegon has been seen visiting every month.” A stern female voice snapped imperiously, ah, you stop to focus, Alicent.

“There is no charge, no proof, we can’t simply abscond the witchling or trial her.” The priest grew weary by the sounds of things. This discussion had been happening for a long while before you happened to stop by and eavesdrop. “Though… we may still be able to help Aegon. A procedure a higher devout can perform, through the word of God, to banish any and all devils that possess a human.”

The silence was thick, almost as though there was a fourth person speaking amongst the three until it was broken, “send one of the stablemen to Durrenden, I want Aegon back here tonight for the procedure. I also want Ser Criston sent to the swamp bitches abode and have her apprehended for maleficium, devil craft, seduction and heresy. She has poisoned my son long enough, I want her burnt in the square.”

A threat against your very being didn’t seem to spark fear within you like it should have, it had quite distinctly the opposite effect, a giddy smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. You’d never been a part of a witch hunt before and it sounded rather exhilarating.

“She is right, I will not have another of my children marr this house with shame. Do what must be done,” Viserys weary and tired seemed to want to put an end to the conversation - or arguing - you weren’t entirely sure.

You make a face, once again feeling that you should be fearful or somewhat scared but instead find the ordeal quite amusing. Mayhaps the confidence in Lady Alicents imperious tone about your persecution was what tickled at your humour. Auntie was sure to have cackled if she were present, but the nagging feeling stirring within drew your smirk down to a thin line.

Aegon could not be taken tonight, that was of utmost importance — The nebulous ‘procedure’ the holy man spoke of did well to cause unease within, if anything about this religion was clear is that many of this belief did horrendous acts to justify and uplift their false idol.

Durrenden. The small village southwest of Oldtown, bordering the edge of the swamp was all you seemed to know of it, not being the one you occasionally pass through for fresh produce. But Alicent’s comment on sending their Holy Knight there gave answer to why the Fortress was so barren of life, as to why Aegon and the swordsmen were down there, remained a mystery.

With little time left you close into yourself, disappearing within a blink and reappearing on the outer edges of the swamp. Durrenden a short walk, silhouetted by the sun that had begun descending behind it, haloing golden edges around the small huts and buildings. Temporary battlements had been set up, tents scattered close to the town's walls and many swordsmen wearing the insignia of their God.

One might think they were ready for war, though you had no time to ask or answer hypotheticals inside your head. Time was running low if the colour of the sky was any indication. Hurried in stride and purposeful with your steps, Durrenden surrounded you quickly with its townsfolk sneering and occasional swordsman wearily casting gazes. None of the strangers blurring past you had violet eyes nor silver locks of hair which caused unsteady panic to brew within, there was a small voice in the back of your mind that cast doubt. What if he was already at the hut? Perhaps he snuck away without anyone seeing him, but the surplus of men and eyes around indicated that the task may be unfeasible.

The steady stream of armored men flowing to and from the village tavern served as a good starting point, remembering Aegon mentioning that he’d sneak into the Howling Keep (a poor mans tavern) in Oldtown. The naming convention humoured you greatly at the time, though Aegon grimaced and looked at you with a deadpan expression.

You push open the Oak doors, not caring for the two patrons you cut off by doing so causing a slight commotion. Everyone within turned their heads and fell silent once their gaze fell on you — from head to toe not a single thing about the attire you adorned or markings drawn into your skin indicated you were a commoner or local.

Scanning the room, your eyes fell on a pair of violet ones, familiar but not Aegon’s. They were deeper violet, one slightly off colour and colder, narrowed down to a cautious glare. Aemond. Dressed in dark leathers, chain mail glinting from beneath the studded black vest with a different insignia. Not a symbol of their God but a house crest. A Three-Headed Dragon.

“Where is he?” You demand, disregarding all others in the tavern, speaking to him as though you were the only two in the room.

He is still for a moment, though you aren’t able to decipher if he’s wanting to argue back or is merely conflicted in aiding you. As far as you were aware he had at least a vague idea of what occurred on full moons, and must know that was the reason for your intrusion. Yet, he hesitates.

Two swordsmen step forward before he holds a hand out and dismisses them, there is a soft grumble in displeasure while he strides toward you. He brushes past you, heading back out the way you came, and you follow quietly behind him. Many of the locals and swordsmen watch with attentiveness, judgment passing through their cold glares as if you were on your way to lead Aemond to eternal damnation right before their eyes.

Neither of you exchange discussion as there was little need to do so, yet the question of why Lord Targaryen’s men were out in Durrenden as though an invasion was due hung at the tip of your tongue. It never passes your lips, even as he leads you to one of the larger tents, the same house crest embroidered on the tent door.

Inside, unlike sleeping quarters like you anticipated to see, there sat a large cage manned by a single guard. Within it, Aegon sat slumped against one of the bars in some type of drunken stupor though his pained groans carried to your ears instantly. The cage is far too large for something like a lycanthrope, your first thought followed by, they’re going after Ornmir.

Your question was finally answered but there was much too little time to reprimand Aemond and the men of the battalion. In a quick sweep, you fade from beside the younger brother and appear beside Aegon who hadn’t quite processed your arrival just yet. “Apologies, we must make haste — I don’t have time to explain,” your voice is softer than you expected, voice cradling him as though he were an injured animal.

He looks up at you, eyes half lidded but attentive when they search your face. Sweat beaded down his forehead, down past his flushed cheeks, “bumble,” he whispers in a drunken slur and it takes you a moment to realize he is addressing you.

“I’ve nothing to give for the pain,” you fumble with the pouch on your belt before gently placing a hand at the base of his neck to cradle his head and the other to grip his arm tightly. You cast a pointed look at Aemond before your surroundings fade away, no longer encaged and inside a tent but now surrounded by dozens of trees on an old faded trail. The furthest south of the Swamp, knowing it was too risky to return to the hut.

It seemed as though you had mere minutes to spare, the sky no longer streaked with orange and yellow, completely covered in darkness with the moon rising over the horizon.

***

Faint mildew and damp earth fill your nostrils as you awaken, there is initial panic when your eyes fly open to surroundings that weren’t the decrepit interior of your abode. Condensation dripping from rocky walls subtly glimmering in the flickering light of a waning lantern, you are reminded where you have taken temporary refuge.

Everywhere ached, the muscles around your shoulders and neck yearned for some tension release while your legs felt stiff from a night of keeping the wolf entertained. Surprisingly, Aegon being inebriated hadn’t done much to effect the transformation or behaviour from your observations aside from a comment he made after dawn broke and he laid on the swamp ground, chest rising and falling after shakily becoming normal again.

“My fucking head,” was all he groaned before promptly passing out. A massacred hand resting atop his forehead as though that would do much to alleviate his pain.

Now, his breaths were simple and consistent like any other noise within the deep cave you chose as sanctuary. His head rested on your lap for lack of a proper bed for him to rest and gain some strength back — at least that's what you tell yourself. Nevermind you are aimlessly combing fingers through his hair, detangling the ends riddled with sweat and blood.

It must have been mid afternoon when he stirred awake, eyes fluttering open to take in the surroundings. You had half expected him to sleep for the entire day and well into the night, looking down on him you offer a smile in the dimly lit cave. A flourish of one hand and murmur an incantation, materialising four orbs of light that float nearby to brighten the area.

“You came for me,” He croaks, voice crackly no doubt from straining it the night prior, turning his head in your lap to look up at you. The first thing he says is not to question where you had taken him, he trusted you without question and this statement wasn’t lost on you whatsoever.

There was something very innocent in the moment and perhaps it had been the fact you were still raking fingers through his hair despite it had long been detangled.

Casting your gaze downward it was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore the feelings that stirred within, no matter how hard you tried to reason that it was something else entirely. You cared for him. The revelation should not be one that is shocking, half a year in tending to him would indicate this truth and yet it still shook you to the core.

Loneliness was a bitter thing, you had plenty of loneliness over the course of your life that it seem only fair to rid yourself of it.

”An unfortunate twist in fate has me caring for you, it seems,” you admit dryly, feeling lighter and less wound up upon saying the words aloud. “A most ill-fated outcome considering it is I who put this burden on you.” A sardonic smile mocking your own misfortune, of course it would be fated that the cure to loneliness would be in the form of a man you had inflicted a most painful blight upon.

He is silent for a moment, so still that you'd have thought he fell back asleep if it weren’t for his attentive violet eyes looking up at you, he finally says, “I tried to leave them at the road before Durrenden — They wouldn’t let me.”

”So they encaged you?”

“No,” he smiles meekly, “that was after I stole two carafes of wine from our reserve.” A flash of something must have passed through him causing the corners of his lips drop, eyes suddenly dimming with resignation as he looks away for the first time, “I thought if I was too drunk to feel anything I wouldn’t be in pain.”

Stupid. You admonish silently, but your chest tugs at the words of a man who simply wishes for the pain to fade. It was the first time you considered that he isn’t just talking about the pain of transformation. Without jostling him around too much, you reach into the small pouch off to the side and pull out a small phial, the best you can offer considering you weren’t in the hut.

After passing it over to him wordlessly you sigh and look around the cave, “your family’s Knight was sent to fetch you, the holy man mentioned to your mother a procedure to ‘purge you of sin’.”

”You went to the castle?” He asks, sitting up as though he were startled by the notion. Wincing at the sudden movement, he steadied himself on the wall beside you. At some point between your fated first meeting and now, he stopped complaining or questioning whenever you handed him things to consume. Since there was little resistance when you handed him a small bottle of sanguine liquid.

”To look for you,” a simple answer and yet it still caused your stomach to flutter, “your mother seems to be of the belief I have corrupted you with devil work… I wasn’t aware she was so… pious.” As amusing as a witch hunt sounded to you yesterday, it felt more cumbersome in reality and you had only really been forced into hiding for a mere day.

Your words struck him as amusing, a dry laugh falling from his cracked lips and you curse yourself for not thinking to get water amongst the hubbub of yesterday. “In the bigger picture, you have done little to push me into the devil’s clutches, my lady.” He addresses you, as if a highborn and not a witch of the woods or at the very least; a Commoner. The phrase catches you by surprise, so much so there is a physical reaction akin to a slight recoil. It sounded foreign to hear it, but you didn’t hate it.

A connection in your head seems to click, instantaneously dismissing what you were going to say about what he called you and in comes a flood of thoughts so incredibly obvious that you are almost ashamed to say anything about it now. But, your mouth moves much quicker than your mind and a sharp, “oh gods,” falls from your lips.

He stares at you, looking embarrassed as if you were lambasting his choice of words but that couldn’t be further from the truth. “I might — well it is possible to relieve you of this curse but the chances may not be in our favour.” It wasn’t some magical cure out of nowhere and it wasn’t without risks involved but if done right it could be done.

There’s confusion etched into his facial features, for that you couldn’t blame him, “but this is a blood curse —,”

”It is not a cure, per se…” Trying to find the words seemed difficult, especially ones that wouldn’t be insensitive, “if you recall this ailment was imparted onto Aemond and I moved the curse. Blood curses attach themselves to the essence of a person which is why they can be moved to family members — which is why I could rid him of it.”

”Be that I dislike my brother, I do not wish for him to suffer monthly —“

“Sibling blood is closer entwined than other familial relatives but much like I restored Aemonds eye, I could attempt to move the curse to someone else… someone who is already on the cusp of death.” It would be all too easy to say his name aloud, but there was a part within your aware conscience that felt it rather evil for suggesting second hand patricide.

Though you needn’t say his name, Aegon understood wholeheartedly, “Viserys.” Not ‘Father’, not a hint of endearing or love in his tone. The relationship between father and son had long severed before you had waylaid the noble family with magic interference all those months ago. It may have not been your intent to send the Lord to an early grave, the fates seemed to have planned for it anyway.

You just hoped they planned for him to suffer one last time.

There was an already inherent distaste for the man, one that was imparted to you from Aunties bias but it only increased tenfold when Aegon would regale you with stories of how absent and horrible of a man Viserys seemed despite the public opinion being otherwise. How does a man have five children and only care for one? Even for that one child, the care presents as thinly veiled kindness at best from what you’ve heard.

He mulls over the idea, you can sense his hesitancy to answer and it is something you don’t hold over him considering what you are suggesting could be coercive murder in the eyes of the church.

“Forgive me, if I spoke out of turn.” You say softly, smiling at him as if silently understanding the conflict within him. If anyone had been present to hear such blasphemy you were most definitely not avoiding the accusations of being a harbinger of chaos and devil whisperer.

”No,” he shook his head, there was uncertainty in whether he was denying your suggestion or if he disagreed that you’d stepped over a line. Even you were self aware enough of how bad it sounded, but over the course of half a year the two of you seemed to slowly understand the inner machinations of one another enough to know when something was laced with malicious intent or not. While he understood to a degree your distrust and ire toward the head of his family, he has never had reason to believe that you worked with an ulterior motive. Initially, perhaps, but now? No.

”I want to say yes,” he begins, a pained look within his eyes laden with guilt, “but what option remains for me? I am his eldest son. He is destined to pass, sure. But my path lay already ahead of me. To become Lord of the city regardless of if I’m afflicted by a curse or not. This —,” he gestures to himself, riddled with grime and filth, “— this is physical pain but no matter my options I will suffer.”

The strain in his voice gave quite a clear indication that he was hesitant to be so vulnerable, not for a lack of trust, it seemed as though the cause for his trepidation simply grew from a lack of someone around to listen to his complaints. You tactfully reach over and clasp his hand. Entwined it was easy to see how the dirt and muck complimented one another on each hand with wayward splatters and streaks like paintings on parchment.

He seldom spoke of duty, opting to spit in the face of it whenever the topic broached but you knew what lay ahead of him when the inevitable arrival of death comes to consume Viserys. A strange custom, you noted. Many families had long abandoned succession through eldest offspring, a handful of Lords (Targaryens included) seemed to keep the tradition, whether it be in honour of tradition or it aligned religiously though you were unsure of.

To be a Lord and be ailed with something as unforgiving as Lycanthropy would become harder to hide, a bigger burden, one that would turn the devout folk on him in an instant. Public opinion on the man beside you, already sat lower than the other siblings, in a cruel string of fate it almost feels as though he were destined to fail.

“But you are second to oldest, what of your sister?” You ask.

“Rhaenyra?” His voice was laced with surprise, he spoke very little of her and though you never prodded further there was uncertainty of if he held disdain toward her and that had been the reason for his little mention of her or if there was something else. “He may love her more than the rest of us but she will never inherit after what she’s done to the family.”

I will not have another of my children marr this family with shame. Viserys had said this the previous day, now with context it seemed to make sense. You were in no position to question further and you didn’t, though little pieces of information you’d gathered over the months fell into place, albeit disjointed but nonetheless sensical.

The oldest of the siblings, born to a different mother was free-spirited and rather outspoken, if the rumours of the common folk were to be believed then she ran off with Viserys’ brother and her Uncle for love. You’d initially taken the slighted gossip with a pinch of salt but could think of no other reason Rhaenyra could bring shame to such a proud and religious family.

You spare Aegon a look, not pitiful or full of sorrow and despair but one that was at least hopeful.

“If you ever wish to disappear, far from here, say the words and I will make it happen.” A grim solution, but it was the only thing you could think about that would keep Aegon’s conscience intact with the least amount of bodies in the process.

“Threat of death? After all this time? Here I was beginning to think you tolerated me,” he found it within himself to jest, a smile on his lips that etched into your mind long after he turned away sullenly, “I couldn’t… I can’t leave them.”

The unspoken burden of the oldest remaining sibling weighs heavy on him, you have come to learn many things about Helaena and Daeron in passing comments or quips. Aemond fiercely sits in the peripheral of your thoughts often when you think of Aegon and wonder how different things may have been if you didn’t help Aemond.

“I tolerate you no more than a crocodile tolerates a drowning wildebeest in his river,” you jest, suppressing a coy smile. You squeeze his hand reassuringly and as if responding to a question, he squeezed yours in return. “Threat of death is not so awful, death is not the end we believe it to be,” you muse, eyes cast down the expansive cave mouth, a very characteristically cryptic moment from you.

Down the cave, a seemingly tiny dot in the distance was your only indicator of an exit, a light that specified the sun's bright rays was what awaited you when it was time to leave the soggy cavernous hole.

Deep rumbling shudders through the cave, a great force rippling through the ground no different to how an earthquake unmistakingly rips through the earth indiscriminately. Though it is a force of nature, it is not what one might think as queit relief washes over you. Aegon looks to you in search of an answer or reaction, you remain unbothered and look to him with a sincere smile, “you’re a good man, Aegon… I only wish for others to see you the way I do.”

He is stunned a moment, possibly wondering where that came from as you were thinking the same but he looks past you and back nervously, “this isn’t the moment where you leave me at the mercy of whatever thing has crawled in here?”

You laugh and shake your head, a sound so foreign to even you it was a wonder how you managed to share a space with Auntie who was decidedly humourless for so many years. “This cave may be Ornmir’s own domicile but she won’t hurt you, and I won’t leave you here either… I believe it isn’t safe to return to the hut. Your holy knight might still be on the lookout for you and I’d prefer you rest before I release you back to those den of wild dragons.”

What you wanted to say more than anything was, stay, stay here with me and never go back to the wretches who seek to ruin you. But it was hard, hard to even admit that first and foremost and hard to be so vulnerable with someone. Auntie kept you at arms length always as if preparing you for the inevitable time she left you, feeling attached to someone always seemed forbidden.

But with Aegon, it was easy. So easy it was terrifying.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks quietly, when you turn to him his eyes are already trained on your face as if trying to pry into your very thoughts.

The words can’t form in your mouth, the admission that perhaps loneliness wasn’t what fulfilled you any longer refused to leave your mouth so you search for another answer quickly. Despite not finding a way to express your inner thoughts you find your body leaning in toward him, hands cupping the sides of his face and pressing your forehead against his in a manner that was more intimate than expected.

Noses brushing against one another, your eyes look down at the curve of his cheeks from the smoothest point to where his stubble had started to break through.

“Let me make this right,” you promise, thumbs brushing softly over his cheeks, “the least I can do is try and take away the curse I put on you. I cannot cure the ailments of the future but I can undo my own wretched infliction.”

“Okay,” he breathes out in a voice so small you wouldn’t hear it if it weren’t for his breath lightly fanning your face. “What about you?” He asks almost painfully, and you selfishly think it’s at the thought of the monthly visits coming to a stop.

”You are no stranger, I wish for you to visit on your own terms, not because you’re forced too.”

“Okay.” He says again, hands coming up to sit atop yours over his face.

The two of you remain there for an uncertain amount of time, you don’t fully recall disengaging from the embrace but you do. Quietly going over the plan for the evening, you stated many times throughout that the likelihood of success was slim and the results wouldn’t bear its fruit until a month away, but you’d be damned if you were going to at least try.

Aegon assured you he was well rested and in fact argued he should accompany you. Him joining was not the problem, it was the prospect of his mother or holy knight finding him before you could finish the ritual. There was little else you could do to convince him otherwise as he held onto your hand firmly when you whisk the both of you away through darkness and into the Fortress.

Night had fallen a couple of hours prior, the sun no longer commanding the skies but the moon. Her rays of silver cascaded through stained glass and created prismatic shapes of colour on the carpet below your feet as they quietly roamed the West Wing corridor together. Aegon still held onto your hand.

Much like it had been the day prior, it was desolate bar from the occasional servant who eyed the two of you but made no comment or haste to alert anyone.

“Aransmore wrote to us about their cattle getting eaten and the farmers being terrorized by a great beast in the swamp… that is why we set for Durrenden.” Aegon whispered cautiously, you had guessed he felt as though he owed you some degree of explanation for why the castle was bare and Durrenden had so many swordsmen.

”Yes.. Ornmir… She’s — She’s still angry and I am unsure what the cause is. Her shrine has been repaired yet there is an ire that remains present. I shall visit her again in time…once this has been settled,” you nod at him, quietly responding.

Once outside a large set of oak doors, gilded gold edging and embellishments, there was little mystery left at who lay in the chambers beyond them. Neither of you make the first move, both merely staring at the door as if it would open on its own accord.

You look over at Aegon, “we need not go through this, if you wish it so.”

“No,” he says softly, looking down, then back up to the door, “no I want to.” His voice is hardened, more determined and you wish more than anything you could read his thoughts but you turn away and nod.

He surprises you more, taking the first step forward but you are the one who opens the door. Both of you have an unspoken kinship bred from months of understanding each other slowly.

The room is dark, save for the silver light of the moon cascading through the open window. Despite the cool breeze flowing through, the room stank distinctly of mold and must, as though the windows had been sealed shut for years. Your eyes settle on Viserys, the first time you’ve seen him since ailing him with his son's mangled eye. He was less man than he was rot, you decided, the cause of the smell being him.

Half of his face blackened with necrosis, the infection taking a rather nasty turn. The leeches on his face had no more incentive to keep eating away at the flesh, not when it had shrunk down to the bone and exposed part of his skull. It was grotesque, really, but your face remained unmoved as you stood beside the bed and looked down at him. Only then did your face twist into something unpleasant.

You turn to Aegon, face pulled to a frown that half indicated disgust, nostrils slightly flared and eyebrows crossed together into a sullen expression. “He’s dead.” You say, defeatedly.

You were too late.

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Hello!^^ I’m Mikitama and this blog is for rping!

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srsly go follow them.

if you don’t, I’ll steal your toes while you sleep.

Mod talking: I have multiple aus for Mikitama so keep that in mind when rping, pls specify which au you want!

1. Regular

2. Human

3. Mikitama Tsugikuni

4. Demon Mikitama

5. Spider family Mkitama

6. Streak hashira Mikitama

7. Fantasy/magic Mikitama

8. Mikitama Kocho

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16. Gamer Mikitama

17. Actor Mikitama

18. Singer Mikitama

19. Male Mikitama (Mikitamo)

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Rp rules

No nsfw, Mikitama is a minor and I want minors to feel safe on this blog.

Flirting is ok, within reason.

If you’re wanting to do romance with Mikitama please let me know.

Don’t be creepy or anything like that.

Mikitama has a lot of trauma. If you’re going to ask her about it, be kind and careful cause she’s very sensitive about it.

Tell me your triggers before hand so I don’t accidentally trigger you or something.

Don’t be hateful towards people who interact on here. We’re all here to have fun!

I’m open to aging Mikitama up if your oc is 18+ and you wanna ship her with him but as stated earlier no nsfw is allowed regardless.

Please don’t dm me if you can help it. I have no issue with spontaneous rping, you don’t have to ask!

She’s a hashira (unless you want to talk to an au) so be respectful, she won’t bite your head off but be nice to her. She’s been through enough already:)

No magic anons pls:)

My main is @larz-barz, you can find info about Mikitama in a post linked on my master list:D

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[fiberturkey89]

So I have no idea why this came to mind, but this is what I had in mind if I wanted to tackle Zane post s11 and during s12 if I rewrote Prime Empire- my AU n shit ig?? Dunno, im rambling.

Imagine a Zane post Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitzu where he was struggling to really figure out his identity after his time spent as the Ice Emporer.. before the events of Prime Empire and during..

It begins with him being unable to sleep; of him being hyper aware of how the temperature drops slightly below the normal and the sun departs to allow the moon to take its place above Ninjago with its pale blue/white light. He gets flashbacks to the blizzards every time he sees a night cloud cover the orb of light.

His breathing quickens, and he feels alone again. Even with his family nearby sleeping soundly. Of his other half who's silently standing behind him with concern in her gaze because she can't understand.

He gets flashbacks to the screams, the roars and shrieks he created when he attacked the Yeti's at the peaks every time he's taken to Jamanakai for a quick shopping trip. The crunch of snow below his feet causes him to flinch as if he's been struck. His hands clench, and because of him being upset, the temperature drops, which causes him to spiral without Pixal to reign him in.

He can't visit Jamanaki anymore.

He can't look at Lloyd longer than a minute before hurting inside at how there's frostburn imprints on his brothers throat, shoulders, and chest. Lloyd tries every day to approach him and explain that it wasn't his fault - trying to tell him that it wasn't his fault, but Zane shuts him out because of how Vex would coercer him into comitting unspeakable thanks against the peoples of the Never Realm. Whispering, offering reassurances, and pointing out possible threats to the Ice Emporer- HIM.

He can't train at all, with his brothers or his sisters. He can't bear to train with Pixal either. Worried that he'll get lost in the violence that was himself in the Never Realm.

Not even Wu can break through to him.

Snow has remained dormant within, every time he considers summoning his companion - his familiar.. he can't help but see the ghost of Boreal whenever his spirit flies. The other animals belonging to the Ninja miss their winged friend, too, but can't do anything to help.

Zane's just stuck in this constant loop of uncertainty of what to trust, WHO to trust. Because he doesn't trust himself, and Pixal can only do so much to provide comfort.

So imagine his sheer panic of if Unagami had reached out somehow - someway and had dragged Zane into Prime Empire?

Imagine the fear of seeing Mr. E- his BROTHER. Echo Zane, part of the group assigned to hunt him down as an avatar of the real thing because Unagami can access his memories. His deepest fears. His worst enemies. His younger brother being one of them because Echo Zane, too, had been built to protect.. yet turned his back on it because of fate and Dr. Juliens deteriorating memory, and because.. of Zane himself unintentionally.

Zane was afraid of his younger brother. He followed orders to a T- he fought with the intent to kill. He was friends with Harumi.

Zane was afraid of becoming like the violent side of Echo Zane.

On the other side of the spectrum- he would encounter avatar! Cryptor, a Nindroid, just like himself, but in every way his opposite, too. Whereas Zane was human, Cryptor accepted that he was a machine. He taunted Zane for his age, for his ability to sympathize with beings that could die. His inability to be WEAK. Perfect in comparison to Zane's broken state. In his view- Zane saw Cryptor as somebody who knew what they were.

A souless monster.

[aceofstars0]

✨️💙Project: Connect💙✨️

Hello my mutuals (and people i dont follow but still apply to this)! I've had this idea in my mind for a while where we connect all if our ocs in one universe, making whatever changes so they're all alive at the same time.

I ask for you all to make this easier on me by providing information about your oc(s). Like what rank they are, what breathing style they use, how old they are, when they were born, etc. If your oc is only a hashira in an au, please use that au! You can reply/reblog/ask/DM me with a link or list.

Muichiro is gonna get ALL the bitches in this au 💀

Also we can keep any of the canon characters alive for this

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Anyone else who wasn't listed but has an oc they'd like me to add can join!

[hmshermitcraft]

Pffff this might out me some day out of my anon spot but idc, Dissy if you see this hi!!! Anyway

My mutual and I are working on a ethubs deity au!!! And we've already established some things but the base premise is that Nature (mossss) deity etho finds his way into the icelands/coldlands and gets lost, and snow spirit/deity bdubs finds him there and nurses him back to health from his frostburns and cold body temperatures (its basically moss etho arctic bdubs hehe) but theyre both so silly and cool and i love them

And the story continues down a path of them trying to stay together and needing to find out a way to do that cause etho cant stay in the coldlands and bdubs cant stay in the warmlands </3 its just tragic for them but i love them so much <3333

-21Anon

Their situation will never be perfect, but they can find a way to make it work. It might take time, but thankfully that is something they have a lot of. After all, flora can still thrive in arctic conditions, and animals can live in the heat and freezing cold of the deserts.

It's just a matter of adaptation. It might take centuries, maybe even millennia, but each day brings them closer to each other. After all, wouldn't they be stronger working together?

[dustedrosedraws]

🔥 Scorcher 🔥

The Snatcher form of my fire Prince design, this is what I've got so far. Still a work in progress.

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The Queens/Leaders (+Royals) of CoL Part 1!

In part 1, we will be discussing about the current queens in CoL.. Now what is CoL? Well CoL is a AU of mine but also it's own lil story taking place 100-150 years after WoF's Main series. However the series' lore isn't compete as it's u known if WoF will be Complete so for now CoL (the series) will remain a WiP. The AU on the other hand just changes up the designs for the Canon tribes & some lore points as well. However... Both CoL (series) & CoL (AU) are actually apart of the same universe & should treated like such.

This part will be talking about Icewings. Specifically it's queen/leaders, the royals that exist in CoL's Series. (Also btw the term Lady & Lord in CoL has been adopted from the Hivewings bcs why not but at the same time the term Lady in CoL terms is more like... A grusted individualrelated to the queen) (Also in CoL, Queens can have multiple mates but only one of these mates can be chosen as the King)

Here they are:

Queen Apex

King Larimar

Lord Cryo

Lady Gelato

Lord Chrysophobia

Legen AbsoluteZero

Princess Icebird

Princess Pelter

Prince Frostburn

Prince Alabaster

Prince Hiems

Princus Oxytrope

These guys are all descendants of Snowfall. That's it. But in the CoL times, they aren't as super strict but still pretty noble like they used to be. Certain gifts still exist (primarily the helpful ones) but news ones have been created with a strange new magic called Runic... (Which no one knows where is came from other than is gonna be the replacement for Animus since Animus magic has now been "weakened"/"stopped" since the 2nd Arc of WoF (aka no one can't make new Animus spells).)

Plz don't get mad at me for doing this. I just wanna have fun + NAMES FOR DRAGONS ARE HARD TO MAKE UP MAN!

(Also lil dum fact: In CoL, they are referred to as "Arctic-Dwellers". This is a pattern that will exist for quite awhile. (Yes, that will include my Fantribes I created for my WoF Universe)

[larz-barz]

singer miki au!!:D<33 (used ai hoshino from oshi no ko as my reference:3)

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