#he has a very small amount of black scales

[hasturstoad]

quick WoF! Vitimir (hivewing)

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

analyzing some images (for fun)

so i found this pair of promotion images for good omens season 1 on the good omens reference library server and it’s hooked me so so bad im having feelings about it. we’re analyzing them now. not really for meta purposes just fun to see the parallels and differences :)

everything under the cut !

unique traits

aziraphale:

1) his plank background. its older, its crisp, it smells like wood from the screen. mmmm

2) the pencil shavings at the bottom. he does a lot of writing honestly, so i like this. also adds a messy and cozy vibe he always seems to have in that shop…. i like that blessed shop fr

3) his SUSHI. little soy sauce drops near it too—just the right amount of deliberate mess. our first formal introduction to aziraphale in the present day and beginning the Tomfoolery just happens to have sushi... i watch that scene and i go “yeah, that sums up aziraphale i suppose” very nicely. (they dont have sushi Up There) (im literally never gonna forget that)

4) the ray of light shining on the scene. tiny thing, but a bit of the heaven is peeking through..it also sort of blurs the whole image but i think thats just me.

5) and we’ve saved the best for last: the big whopper. the nice and accurate prophecies of agnes nutter, witch. I LOVE THAT BOOK!!!!!!! i cant remember if that ring stain was there but if it isnt in the show on the actual book i’d assume thats to add that ‘thy cocoa doth grow cold’ thing. ALSO. you know what’s being used as a bookmark in the pages?? a check for the ritz. he bookmarked their one chance for living . with a ritz check . MMMMMM. my GOD. that means so much to me even if i cant convey it in words. he KEEPS THE CHECKS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

crowley:

1) let me get my favorite out of the way. crowley’s glasses have fire in their reflection. we’ll talk about the glasses themselves later but the REFLECTION IN THEM. fucking FIRE, BOOKSHOP fire, PAIN, SRIVING THROUGH THE M-25, HELL, I DONT KNOWIM HAVING FEELINGS!!! i do believe this is a bookshop fire reference though, the flames feel too Familiar. the lengths people will go to to attack others 🤧

2) the leather seat background!!!!!!! probably meant to look similar to the bentley’s seats but i cant recall their texture, exactly. maybe just meant to convey modernness—unsure. still, its there <3

3) the tiny little crisp plant </3 its trying his damned best to stay perfect. it might a specific plant that means something, but i cant tell at thsi angle, so i’ll assume its a mini version of the ficus he keeps in the flat. its so SMALL and sitting in ANOTHER POT i CANT

4) the snake slithering!! black and red (in this image it looks orange lol) bellied scales!!!! slithering there, chilling, being crowley, showing hints. love it

5) QUEEN RECORD!!!!! TRYING TO OVERRIDE IT WITH TCHAIKOVSKY!!!!!! the tape over it does a reminisence to crowley’s handwriting, but in a clean ‘this made made to be a font’ way. not exactly just yet. ive become a fan of tchaikovsky recently. amazing darling wonderful crowley, trying to push the rock up the hill for eternity 😞

6) HIS LITTLE DEMON KEY THING. HOLDING A TINY LITTLE BENTLEY CAR KEY OHHH. thats how he doesnt lose the tiny key despite probably not needing one of those. and he CHOSE that intentionally probably. little wings and red circle….URGHHHHHHH

similarities

mmmmm now here’s the good shit. similarities! i’ll bullet point most of them but ohhhhh. ohhhh these. i’ll go from top to bottom as best i can….

1) one of their shoes, obviously. crowley has them iconic snakeskin shoes while aziraphale has his old loafers like the old loafer he is /pos

2) chateauneuf de pape wine bottle labels! (crowley’s is under his glasses, aziraphale’s is next to his shoe). oh my fucking god theyre MATCHING. the labels are old, battered, of course labeling the drink’s age, but mmmmm its these tiny details that get me going….

3) their respective drinks in their mugs—crowley’s a black mug coffee (or what looks to be coffee) and aziraphale’s angel mug tea (or what looks to be tea). i think about that mug sometimes. where did he get that from?? mystery for the ages….

4) their glasses, of course. crowley’s iconic sunglasses and aziraphale’s reading spectacles. i cant really tell the reflections in this pair, but if its supposed to be fucking fire, im done with this. im giving up forever

5) their own watches! aziraphale’s is visibily older while crowley’s is visibly modern, but they function just the same. also, crowley’s is set to 2:56:59 (presumably PM), which is around the time we see when crowley starts checking his watch at warlock’s birthday party. its almost time for disaster to strike!! 😃

6) and finally….their ties!! they have their own ties!!! or more accurately, neck accessories, but i digress. i mesn i assume its crowley’s neck tie, because the fabric looks… different. either way, crowley’s neck thingie is very whispy and aziraphale has his funky little bowtie i love so much,,,

okay thats it. there’s no canonical implications, any fantheories, none of the sort. just saw a pair of images and my mind went GOD DAMN!!!!!! theyre very important to me. i need to look at more promo material 😔

[folksaga-if]

“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit.  Listen."

- Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

You are a human. A totally normal one.

Honestly.

You’re a human. You’re a bartender, which is a very normal job for a human to have, and when you walk down the winding streets of Akureyri you can blend seamlessly into any crowd of people which is, without question, only something that a human could do.

The fact that you came here two years ago with nothing but the clothing on your back doesn’t mean anything; you’re hardly northern Iceland’s first wayfaring soul. That you had no money to your name, no friends or family to speak of — that’s a fairly average human thing, too. And that little craving you have, that quiet urge to dig your teeth into any passing stranger’s throat? It's completely, entirely mundane.

It’s manageable. You’re managing.

Or you were, until someone — someone who's decidedly notas good at this human thing as you are — begins leaving a trail of dead bodies at your doorstep, and a trio of god-like siblings take a seat at your bar.

MAGNI THORSON .

No doubt the mightiest of his siblings, the eldest child of Thor is exactly the sort of person you would expect him to be: a giant (half-giant, in fact) asshole with a smoulder and a knife-sharp jawline to match. He’ll match your every word with a cocky grin and a joke that’s nowhere near as funny as he thinks, and he’ll look every inch the prince that he is all the while.

(Well, the prince that he was. Just don’t let him hear you say that.)

MODI THORSON .

For the supposed embodiment of his father’s wrath, the God of Thunder’s second son is surprisingly…not that. He’s no picnic, mind you — he’s broody, he’s secretive, and he's fucking intense, but that hardly equates to fury incarnate. You’re sure there’s something hiding under that moody surface; whether or not you want to uncover it is a different story entirely.

(Looks like even gods aren’t immune to middle-child syndrome. Who knew?)

THRÚD THORSDÓTTIR .

Valkyrie, seidhr,paragon of strength — with all of her mother’s best traits (and a few of her father’s worst), is it any wonder that Thor’s youngest child was also his favourite? Smarter than her half-brothers and more likeable by a longshot, you might find yourself forgetting how easily the fortune-telling goddess could break you in two. You might, but she’ll be happy to remind you if you do.

(Maybe a little too happy, in fact.)

KATLA B̶͍̏L̸̝͑O̵̟͠M̴̳̓Q̴̯̔V̵̺͆I̷̗͛S̵̠͒T̸̬̒ .

A fellow nomad and your coworker at Black Thunder, the first friend you made in Akureyri has remained your closest. Mischevious, magnetic, and often up to no small amount of trouble, there are times when you think you might know Katla better than you know yourself. You even know about her…well, you know that she…sorry, what were you talking about again?

(It's just that it’s nice, being close to someone who’s so very human.)

THE MARE .

There’s a voice in your head and a shadow in your dreams, and they’re telling you to run. You probably shouldn’t trust them.

(…Right?)

Customize your monster character. New life, new you! Choose your gender identity, change your name, cut your hair, and remember: if you’re starting to grow tired of running from your past, try on a new outfit and start running faster.

Play as one of three runway creatures from Norse mythology — a cunning keeper of the forest, a charming warden of the lake, or a formidable guardian of the mountains. Each has its quirks (would you prefer a hollowed-out tree for a back, or webbed fingers and forearms covered in scales?), but they all have two key things in common: they’ll killto protect their homes, and you’redefinitely not one of them.

Choose your own fate, out of the countless that are presented to you. Had oatmeal instead of skyr with your breakfast this morning? You might have just brought about Ragnarök 2.0. Nice one, asshole.

Multiple romance options, with each available to pursue regardless of your gender or background. Ever wanted to kiss a god under a starry sky? Now's your chance! Or maybe you’re through with immortal beings and desperate to ask the pretty server on a date? Go for it! She’s definitelya human too. Totally. You’d be able to tell if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t you?

Save the world — or don’t.It's your choice, and isn't that what true freedom is all about?

Folksaga is inspired by The Edda, Norse mythology, andTwin Peaks, with a bit of tweaking to the myths as needed for the sake of plot. MC backgrounds have been adjusted to fit for all players regardless of gender identity, and creative liberty has been taken with some smaller points for a smoother storytelling experience. All changes will be explained in an FAQ post (too be added in the links below ASAP!)

AS OF AUGUST 21 UPDATE: The current demo consists of the prologue (introductory lore + character creation), + chapter 1, about 70k words total.

I expect it to be somewhere in the range of 600,000 to 700,000 words, but this is subject to change (and likely will due to my propensity for rambling text. oops.).

I’ve written  short and long-form original fiction as well as a lot of fanfic (say hello @ pentaghastly on AO3, and @kendallroynsfw on tumblr!), but this is my first IF! Bugs and coding issues may appear in the demo; please let me know if any issues arise during your playthroughs.

Folksaga is a work in progress. I would love constructive feedback when the demo is posted, as well as any bugs or grammar issues to be brought to my attention if I've missed them :) I would also love patience, because I'm a full time health care worker who gets sleepy lots xoxo

A Swedish farmer named Sven Andersson was executed in 1691 for having intercourse with a mountain nymph, or bergsrå. I will neither confirm or deny if his Wikipedia article was the inspiration for this IF, except I will confirm it and it definitely was.

MC ORIGINS | RO INTROS | DEMO!!!!! | COG FORUMS | PATREON

[alaskaartz]

MY AU PK'S COMPLETE LORE!! (I think)

I'm probably forgetting some stuff but HERE WE GO!! Also feel free to ask me anything about- any of this, im happy to answer!!

Wyrm Biology

Wyrms are a type of dragon, divided into two types, usually referred to as dawn and dusk wyrms. All wyrms share some common traits such as having horns ( the amount depends on the type of wyrm) and being able to change their form in a dire emergency, all wyrms are immortal meaning they will never get old or die of old age, all wyrms can use a plasma blast in self defense too, wyrms burrow underground to make dens for their families, young wyrms just burrow for fun making tunnels and such, occasionally making a small underground spot to hide what would become their hoard. All wyrms are protective of their hoards, and will usually only let their mates in to the hoard 

All wyrms mate for life, despite being absolutely massive (avenerge sized wyrm is 13500ft to 3 miles long) (longest wyrm ever recorded in history was 5.5 miles long / 29040ft / 8.8 kilometers) and territoryal, they are very caring and gentle creatures, especially when it comes to ones they hold dear.

Female wyrms only have one egg every 500 years, but usually end up having around 6-8 offspring 

Wyrms have pretty bad eyesight so they have heightened senses of smell and hearing to make up for the poor vision

Wyrms are omnivours, meaning they can and will eat both meat and vegetation. Though wyrms tend to prefer hunting for food then picking tiny berries off a bush they can hardly see

All wyrms have stripes or spots as well, even both at times, though there is a rare genetic mutation that some wyrms get that makes them entirely one color, scales, skin, fur, horns, all one color

Wyrms are very very intelligent and can learn a lot of things in a matter of days, they also can adapt to things fairly quickly as well. Wyrms also have an ability to open an use portals to teleport around.

Dawn wyrms

Dawn wyrms typically have lots of horns on their heads and fur, they also are pale in color (different shades of gray and white) they have fur tufts that extend down from the sides of their heads. When hunting dawn wyrms will lower their heads and wait perfectly still, until they feel vibrations from the ground in the fur tufts and when they have the chance they will strike, this has been proven very effective because dawn wyrms have a 98% success rate when it comes to hunting Dawn wyrms do not have wings at all, and prefer to stay in more dusty areas, but close to mountain bases, dawn wyrms have smaller eyes than dusk wyrms to block out sunlight and dust

Dusk wyrms

Dusk wyrms have fewer horns on their heads (at max 4-6) and no fur, Dusk wyrms can be found pretty much anywhere, they are typically darker shades as well. Dusk wyrms are typically shades of gray and black, it is very rare to find a dusk wyrm with any white on them. Dusk wyrms also hunt in darker areas, meaning they have bigger eyes to semi detect movement when hunting. Though Dusk wyrms have about a 70-80% success rate when it comes to hunting, they’re a lot more clumsy, which means they resort to vegetation when hunting is a bust. Dusk wyrms are also typically on the bigger side of the scale of wyrm size. Dusk wyrms can also summon wings made of soul, they naturally produce a lot of soul so they can summon their wings whenever they need to, most of them can summon 4-7 pairs of wings. 

PK lore

PK’s parents-birth

PKs mother Sam was a dawn wyrms looking for a different place to live, the place she had been staying her whole life was running low on food so she decided it’d be best if she left and went to find a mate elsewhere. Meanwhile PKs father Luci (Full name Lucifer) was struggling because his family saw him as bad luck, because he hatched all black and the biggest of his litter. His parents saw this as a threat to the rest of their children so they chased him away the second he no longer needed them to survive. The two wyrms were on the run from their home lands when they quite literally ran into each other. Sam was surprised but very excited because this big wyrm she just found seemed mate worthy, Luci on the other hand was weary this wyrm he just found would chase him away too, but she didn’t. For months they courted each other until finally becoming mates. 

They had their first egg in the year 24 (yes, year 24.) and they had their first son named Adam, they had their second egg in 524, and they had their son TJ, they had their third egg in 1024, august 30th  their son PK was born, just like Luci, PK had the solid color gene too, though PK was all white and the runt of the litter, making him the smallest of his siblings, after PK was born Luci and Sam their final egg in 1524, their daughter Enid. 

Early life

A lot of PKs early life (from being born to age of maturity) was spent being carried around by his parents. Because PK was so small his parents feared he’d get lost, hurt, or squished. Though PK did get along great with his siblings, PK was a little closer to his younger sister than his brothers, mainly because Adam and TJ were known to take full trees out of the ground and wack each other with them. Despite this, Adam and TJ were always gentle when interacting with PK. PK was a total mama's boy too, he followed his mother around everywhere, the only time Luci had to keep PK in the den so he wouldn’t follow Sam was when Sam would go out hunting, she always returned with more than enough food for her family. PK was very curious about everything around him, and just curious in general, once he wanted to try out flying without his parents around to supervise, because he was young and not used to flying yet, he crashed and got hurt, so Luci had to go find him and bring him home, he wasn’t allowed to leave the den for a month after that incident. Once PK got older and had reached the age of maturity, Sam and Luci let him go out hunting with them, despite being small PK was still a very good hunter, though all that didn’t last very long. 

For years wyrms were being hunted and killed because a clan of dragon hunters (the godseekers) believed that drinking their blood would grant immortality and make them all powerful. 

While Wyrm blood did not make mortals IMMORTAL- it did extend their lives a few years or so. The godseekers clan leader, Godseeker herself, took it upon herself to kill every single wyrm in existence. And of course Godseeker went after PKs family too. Godseeker went after Adam first, he was able to get home but unfortunately his wounds were fatal and he passed the second he made it back to his family, which meant godseeker went after Luci next. Sam saw all this happening and had to make a very difficult choice, would she let all her children die alongside her? Or risk it and take away one of her children in hopes they would live. Sam decided to risk it and take one of her children far far away, TJ was trying to assist Luci in fighting Godseeker, so Sam had to decide between Enid and PK. Enid was bigger than PK yes, but that made her an easier target, she was also still quite young so the chances of her surviving on her own were slim. PK was older, smaller, and had good survival skills, meaning his chances of surviving this were much much higher. Sam took PK and went as far as she could, she dropped him at the side of a mountain and screeched at him to run, while Sam rushed back to attempt to help fight off Godseeker. 

Post Godseeker

(year: 1908-1910)

PK ended up transforming, which only a full blooded wyrm can do ONCE in their life. He made himself smaller, gave himself limbs, and ran. He ran as fast as he could. For the following months he was still getting used to his new body, and how to use it, but he was getting on just fine. One day he was climbing down a mountain and stopped on the top of a hill, at the base he could see a village of some kind, perhaps a city? (he didn’t know all he could see were colored blotches or something) unfortunately since he wasn't used to his new body, he slipped and that sent him tumbling down the hill.  

In the city, a woman, White lady (WL) was stringing up her laundry when she saw something (PK) tumbling down the hill, she quickly rushed inside to grab some towels and ran over to help. When she found him at the base of the hill, he had been knocked out from hitting his head, which now had a crack all across his face, and he had a few cuts and scrapes here and there. 

After PK woke up, he was very confused, he didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know anything about anything around him. WL tried to calm him down but all he received was some growling and screeches from PK. Once PK realized WL wasn't going to hurt him, he softened up a bit, letting her help him, even though at times he nipped at her because rubbing alcohol on wounds is painful. 

WL quickly started asking PK who he was, where he was from, what he was. PK didn’t know any languages so he only stared at her. While frustrating, WL began to teach PK how to speak, write, and read. While WL was at work or the library, PK was home learning, and with his very high wyrm intelligence, he learned to speak fluently in a month or so, he started to read any book he could get his hands on. 

PK really liked WL, so he did anything he could to try to impress her, though obviously dragon courtship didn't work on WL, luckily she didn't know that's what he was trying to do, so PK went and learned how to properly impress her. Bringing her flowers, giving her gifts, ect, in time PK was able to win over WLs heart with ease and they began dating.

Soon enough PK started working. He ended up working with the police because he was able to figure out cases very quickly, and he wasn't afraid to go after anyone, despite being short. 

During PKs time working with the police, he began to gain a lot of popularity. He was smart, caring, charming. And while working with the police, PK was able to arrest most of and crack down on a mafia. He got super close to arresting the whole entire mafia, but they went radio silent and he lost any trace of the mafia higher ups. The police chief had PK retire at that point, so he could focus on his lover (WL) and their life. (Year: 1950)  meanwhile the radiance, the current ruler of the lands, was not happy with how popular this God was getting. She started going mad, attacking anyone who dared question her. PK knew if this continued, Radiance's wrath would destroy the lands. So PK took it upon himself to defeat the Radiance, to protect everyone. 

There's a God list, based on how powerful each God is, PK is the God above everyone else, he's the God of the universe and everything beyond. Radiance is the second most powerful God, followed by WL and Unn, then the nightmare king.

Because of this, PK was able to defeat, and actually kill Radiance. He got pretty injured from the battle, so of course WL took care of him. While PK was recovering, and probably as high as a kite because of 1950s pain meds, the people were very inspired by PK, and wanted to make him King, since there needed to be a new Ruler. 

In 1960, PK was made the King of what was now Hallownest. PK still lived in WLs home, and so while designing the palace they'd be living in, PK made sure to add anything WL wanted to be there too. 

(Year:1970) The palace was completed and PK and WL moved into it together, PK was establishing his advisors and his court, while his and WLs friends, immortal beings but not God's, became the five great knights. 

(Year:1984) after years of asking and nagging PK had finally proposed and him and WL were getting married. PK made sure it was the best wedding every, anything for his love. during the wedding PK made a small ceremony for WL being ‘crowned’ queen. For the next 15 years, PK and WL established their kingdom. Meeting with Queen Vespa, to discuss the Hive, in the end Vespa gave them her kingdom, because her and WL were already best friends, and Vespa knew her kingdom would be in good hands with PK and WL ruling it, plus Vespa wanted to focus on thinking of settling down with her lover. The mantis Lords agreed that their kingdom would be in good hands being ruled by PK and WL. Unn being the oldest god, was willing to give over her kingdom, Green Grotto, because she was old, and tired, and ready for someone else to rule. 

After establishing their kingdom, PK and WL began to relax a bit and do things for fun. They were contacted and PK was asked to play the doctor on Doctor Who, which he agreed, and for awhile WL was the doctors companion (doctor and donna) towards the end of PKs time on the show, WL asked if they could stop acting and start really talking about having a family.

The kids

Before PK and WL had kids, PK knew it'd be an insane danger to his children if godseeker was still out there, so without telling WL he tracked down godseeker and defeated her, sealing her away where NO ONE would find her.

in 2003 PK and WL were excitedly awaiting to become parents. Though the pure joy was short lived, PK ended hearing about the radiance trying to return to the waking world via a dream infection, and only a being of God and void could contain her, meaning one of his children. PK spent many sleepless nights trying to find an alternative, but he couldn't. In the end PK put his first child's egg in the abyss fountain. He took the egg out a few months later and he and WL waited for it to hatch, begging that maybe, because the egg was quite big, that there'd be twins inside, and they'd have one child to raise. 

Against all odds, they got what they wanted. One child was normal, the other, completely hollow, if you didn't look close you'd assume they were dead. The child PK and WL were so lucky to have, they named them Hollow, the completely void Child, they named Kin. 

PK and WL were pretty nervous first time parents but they were doing their best, and they did amazing.  PK was able to teach Hollow to summon their wings and fly by the time they were 5. But the other child, Kin, was still needed to be sealed away, as an extra protective measure, Monomon, Lurien, and Herrah all became dreamers. 

(year: 2010, crazy I know)

PK met with Herrah to try to compromise over her becoming a Dreamer, herrah didn't like that and hurt PK really badly, despite that he went back and still gave Herrah what she wanted, a child. 

A few months later Herrah became a dreamer. Along with Monomon and Lurien, and kin was sealed away. Losing a child was really hard on PK and WL, making them go into hiding for Awhile. 

 But on December 7th, 2010, Hornet was brought to the palace, she was only 3 days old. PK and WL immediately jumped into action, getting anything and everything they needed to take care of Hornet, and WL adopted her immediately. For the next 7 years PK and WL were very happy raising Hollow and Hornet. 

Though during that time an assassin had attempted to assassinate Hollow, cutting off their right arm, in self defense, Hollow threw the assassin out the window, sending them down a rocky hill, resulting in the assassin's death. Hollow was brought to the hospital and they were treated they were put physical therapy, so they could learn how to only use their left arm. 

Then PK and WL decided to have another child, after WL had her egg (those who can have eggs have the egg for 3 months then the egg is just, an egg, for 6 months) PK and WL were excitedly awaiting their final child to hatch.

Unfortunately again the pure excitement was short lived. 

Two weeks after WL had the egg, PK was stabbed by an assassin who had been pretending to be a royal guard. The assassin stabbed PK through the spine, vertically, it's a miracle PKs alive, (AND CAN WALK STILL- )

PK plasma blasted the assassin in the face to attempt to keep them from attacking his family. 

PK was rushed to the hospital and had emergency surgery to stitch his organs back together and screw his spine back together. 

PK spent months in the hospital recovering, one day, on Halloween, PK and WLs egg was hatching back at the palace. PK was able to open a portal to the closet stag station so his family could get home quickly, though cars exist, stags are faster. Once his family left and PK was there alone, he just made a portal home and went home to be there with his egg when it hatched. Naturally when WL got there she was freaked out seeing her husband laying there with the egg when he was supposed to be at the hospital.  PK insisted he stay and WL let him. Afterwards, PK made a portal for himself and hollow to go back to the hospital.

For the following months PK recovered and went through a lot of physical therapy. He now wears a back brace at all times because he has chronic pain I'm his back from being stabbed. 

(Year: 2024)

Now days PK has a mostly normal life all things considered.  He runs Hallownest alongside his wife and has an amazing family life. :)

Important but idk where to put it

My friends AU Grimm Troupe realm hopped into mine, still not sure how, but they're my royal family's found extended family now

WL has an older brother named Willow and he is a MASSIVE jerk. He married Emilitia and they have two kids (Oakley and Maple) and now they're all banned from the palace because Emilitia just, decided to punch PK and broke his nose. 

Wow didn't know it'd take me this long but this AU takes place above ground and everyone is people sized

PKs an artist and he taught Hollow how to draw, that's also kinda how PK designed the palace, he drew it

Because of PKs transformation, he has a pretty bad immune system, so the palace is always shiny because it's been cleaned and sterilized sometime in the past 2 or 3 hours.

PK and his kids still have dragon behaviors such as, rolling in grass, purring, tail wagging, hoarding, ect. 

2 years ago (so 2022) Nightmare King, the boss of the nightmare mafia, and the one who sent the assassins after PK and Hollow, broke into the Palace trying to go after Hornet, luckily Hollow woke up and stopped him but NMK ended up smacking hollow in the face with the crowbar he had leaving them with the crack on their face. Afterwards PK had multiple troops storm NMKs house and arrest him. 

Headcanons but imma add them anyway

When the seasons change PK has a solid week of his throat being scratchy and he can’t speak because of it, afterwards he’s fine so he assumes it’s dragon-like seasonal allergies.

PK and the kids eyes are two different shades of black, but only WL can tell the difference between their eyes and their pupils

Every few months PK and the kids tail scales shed, Hollow’s usually get stuck so PK helps them with getting the scales unstuck 

PK and WL don’t know how old they are but PKs 1,000 and WLs 995

Because of being dragons, PK will sometimes go flying with Hollow and Hornet because the palace is on the edge of the city of tears (they overlook it from the palace gardens) and PK, Hollow, and Hornet will sometimes race around the city, occasionally accidentally scaring people because when flying fast, all of them make the night fury dive bomb sound. 

[sonicasura]

Kaiju Cores and Relics

I decided to expand more on the Knack x Kaiju No.8 concept from my asks. I'm including some things from Knack 2 alongside a few Species Swap shenanigans. The latter can be found at the bottom! Let's get started!

A good chunk of Knack's new moveset like the Sunstone Shield stems from experimenting with Kafka. Both want to get a better handle on their powers so don't be surprised at the sometimes whacky shit they get into. Lucas and Reno may had to melt Kafka out of a ice block once.

Knack is the first 'kaiju' to be marked for alive capture by the Defense Force. It's pretty clear that someone had created the golem and the higher ups want to know who. Knack barely escaped Vice Captain Soshiro multiple times thanks to his size manipulation alongside usage of the environment.

Lucas often sends letters to Charlotte, Ryder and the Doctor. He does mention his new friends in them but nothing about Kafka's unique condition. Ryder finds out when an group camping trip goes wrong.

Kafka once terrorized a horde of goblins. He gotten separated during a trip in the woods and the goblinfolk thought he would be an easy target. Rumors of a skull faced demon disguising as a human quickly spreads afterwards.

Knack wears a cat costume to walk around in public. Thanks to his small size, people think he's an eccentric mute little kid. Kafka definitely lied that Knack was his son and Lucas being his nephew so the two could get visitor passes for 3rd Division base.

Story time goes a bit wrong when small golem mentions the times he got blown up or poisoned on his first big adventure. Kafka and Reno were definitely sweating to hear Knack had been on the end of a giant teleporting mech. Nevermind the massive doomsday prophecy almost wrought by a billionaire's greed.

Kaiju No.10 vs Vice Captain Soshiro and Knack. Also the time Lucas brought a mech suit to aid the 3rd Division after convincing Charlotte. The officers absolutely didn't expect some peculiar help but takes it.

"How To Keep Your Dad Friend From Killing An Idiotic Man" Or Knack tries to stop Riot No.8 before he kills Isao. High enough friendship with both sides of Kafka, sunstone barriers and the new Relic Stockpiler are his best tools here.

Kaiju No.8 terrorizes High Goblin City. Or how Kafka officially made himself Enemy #2 to Gundahar in a short amount of time. You can't exactly trap his friends in a super hostile environment and expect him to not bust down the gate.

Lucas' gadgets become very invaluable to Kafka's friend group. Especially when Reno and Iharu get attacked by Kaiju No. 9 during their first mission. Or how the Time Dilator plus Freeze Rounds are a perfect match to stall dangerous threats.

Kafka has a built in cult radar and it immediately goes off upon meeting Xander. His golems also seem to agitate Ai so that's another red flag right there. Kafka secretly requests Charlotte to do some spying just in case.

(Special Species Swap: Golem)

Kafka's Golem form is around 2'6 at his smallest size and 34'8 at his largest. Black relics serve as his hair/fur/scales with a teal claw shaped jewel on his chest orb. When increasing in size, Kafka's visage looks similar to his kaiju form but if it had a tail.

Himbo accidentally discovers an unknown artifact and is turned into a Relic Golem. Kafka freaks out for a good five minutes before running over to Lucas. Thankfully the transformation is more controllable like an Off/On Switch and doesn't have an alternate personality to it.

Guaranteed mirror moment between two golems. Knack feels less lonely despite his concern about Kafka dealing with new side effects. The image of his older friend sneezing and falling into relics pieces is the golem's most haunting thought.

Guaranteed freakout when Kafka accidentally combines with Knack. (Think Co-OP mode in Knack 2.) It was definitely weird since both can hear each other's thoughts amongst other things. Kafka and Knack tend to combine if the situation calls for it.

Apparently Ai can also control their new golem form. It definitely feels weirder than manipulating Kafka's human body but not by much. Should Ai be in control then the gem on his chest orb will glow green to signify the swap.

Kafka uses this new form to avoid Vice Captain Hoshina and defend himself against General Isao. The Defense Force definitely mistakes him for being Knack's creator after the former incident as he swaps before Soshiro finds him. Sunstone Barriers still sit at the top of Kafka's favorite list.

Element Powers Up go a bit awry. Or Kafka almost becomes a walking forest fire when he tries to do a Relic Tornado with Wood armor. Apparently relics are good firestarters than just sticks and friction.

That's all I have for now. Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

[layraket]

Day 7 - Only for Emergencies

Character(s): Hyrule (LU)

Words: 1096

Summary: Thunder is a powerful and expensive spell. Even with all that, will be enough?

Whump scale: 2 (see the full scale here)

Warnings: Injuries and burns

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In fights the ones that stay in front are Time, Sky and Warriors. Wild, Wind and Four play support. Twilight, Legend and Hyrule attack the ones that try to get away.

Usually this method works very well, until it doesn’t.

There were reports of an army of monsters going around the edge of the forest in Warriors’ era, and they needed to get rid of them.

It would be easy, if only these weren’t overpowered monsters. The locals weren’t lying when they called it a whole army.

Soon it was clear that their normal formation wouldn’t work here, Four being the first to be outnumbered and get a hit in the shoulder.

Hyrule wasn’t sure where to go. They didn’t discuss the tactic here with this number of enemies, so he ran to the first one that he saw.

“Wild!” When usually the champion was on top of a tree he was fighting with all the ferocity that gave away his title. There were at least 15 monsters around him trying to land a fatal hit.

The traveler made his way through the horde and took down a good amount of the enemies. More were coming, now trying to close any gap or chance for escape.

It was clear that in no time they will be again cornered. This seems to be the last ones at least, but that didn’t make it easier.

Then the roar was heard.

A lynel, maybe from Wild’s era, came running to aid the rest of the small army.

The fact that it had a golden fur with black spots didn’t give Hyrule any positive thoughts.

“Golden Lynel!” Wild shouted from behind him. “They’re fast, try to stay away from its way when running!”

He had zero plans of staying in front of it, don’t worry.

The first one to go for it was Wild, obviously for being the most familiar with these monsters, the rest of them kept the other enemies from going after him. The champion has fought bigger ones, he could handle this.

Hyrule was now with Legend, defending the corners where the fight with the lynel was taking place. They were the most coordinated when fighting, it came natural with their skills.

Another roar made him stop a second, maybe Wild landed a decent hit.

Then the world was on fire.

“BACK UP! NOW!!” The warning came a little late, fire was already too close to do almost anything.

He heard Wind’s scream, and looked around to find him with his arm burned. Warriors was already next to him with a potion, taking him temporally away from the fight.

Hyrule scanned the surroundings, Time seems to be okay with Four next to him, Sky was supporting Twilight who seemed that had gotten a decent 2nd grade burn on his arm and leg.

Legend was safe next to him, that were eight of them… And Wild?

His silent question was answered seconds later, the sound of a weapon breaking coming to his ears after the sound of things burning ceased.

The champion was throwing a lot of his arsenal to the lynel, blue light coming from his hip non-stop with the weapons appearing in his hands. If he continued with this he will not have any way to attack.

“That fucking idiot!” Legend hissed behind him, the false venom hiding that worry in his tone for the champion.

“We need to do something.” The monsters were still too many to move around without getting into a fight, at this rate they will get killed.

He needs to kill them all, now.

Plan made he ran, leaving his place next to the veteran, ignoring his yell of warning.

He needed to get to the center, from there he will get the most of them. And if he wants to really help, kill that lynel.

When he arrived to where was the main fight, Wild was just avoiding getting hit with only a simple sword on his hands. He was already out of weapons.

Ignoring how the champion looked alarmed with how he sprinted towards the lynel he used his magic to jump and get to its back. Grabbing with all the strength he had its mane he called.

Electricity ran through his fingers, exploding with a strong charge and burning anything that came in contact with it.

He concentrated in no hurting his brothers, only focusing on the cursed blood of the monsters to channel all the energy.

Screams and roars from the enemies didn’t came to his ears, silent by the sound of all the powerful energy coming from his hands.

The spell dissipated and colors aside from white and hints of blue came to his vision, together with the sound around him.

Most of the monsters were already dead, burned down by the lighting and only a few being taken care of by his brothers.

The lynel was still alive, though.

It tried to get free from the uninvited passenger on its back, jumping even with sudden spams came through its limbs.

This thing wasn’t dying easily. Hyrule wasn’t either.

He called again for his magic, he still had enough to cast lighting again. This time, he used a little more of energy.

The buzzing came again with the blinding light, now concentrating all that in one objective. The spell stopped and the damn thing was still alive.

He was about to just grab his sword and try to stab it multiple times, but now seeing how it was running towards Wild made him act on instinct.

Lighting hit again the beast, stopping it on its tracks and giving the champion time to move. It was still alive. What did this lynel eat when growing up?!

His magic was running low, he only had a little of his normal reserve and the one for emergencies.

It was running towards the wounded of the group, now not paying attention to who was on its back. This was an emergency.

The traveler, with all the strength he had left, grabbed big amounts of the lynel’s mane, filling his lungs with air, and then lighting exploded.

It was almost like a big boom around; the world being covered in a blinding white and the only noise that came to his ears was the buzzing of electricity.

It stopped, his magic maybe now completely empty and leaving his fingers. His hands couldn’t keep grabbing the mane and he let go.

Falling from its back he heard a distant call for his name, at least the lynel was falling together with him.

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This will have a continuation! (not on whumptober tho)

[sa2-astral]

HUMANIFIED DRAGON EGGS DESIGNS + Egg designs of the alive eggs :D

NOTES: I didn’t do the dead eggs egg designs, mainly cuz I forgot to / didn’t feel like it when I realized, and there wasn’t enough space unless I had them floating. I just added the egg designs for fun since I had lots of free space with the gegg design! They are also simple enough I thought it was fine to not do an egg design. Side note: the eggs would actually be about the same size as their human designs, their just very downsized to fit in the drawing ^^ (i imagine their about half as tall as the adults, or a bit taller, somewhere around there)

Headcanons below

HEADCANONS

they all have darker scales, and feathered bat wings. Sometimes the feather patterns or amount of feathers makes the wing shape appear different the triplets all have golden feathers dapper and Chayanne have white in their pupils, in my headcanons this signifies a connection to death (ie: angel of death (Phil), grim reaper (bad), being revived / undead, etc) all of the triplets have some black in their hair. Ramon’s black hair isn’t just for Spreen, but also for Bad, Leo and Dapper. His white hair streak is, though. Dapper and Trumpet have some diamond freckles / scales, even despite their small interactions with their respective parents who have a diamond theme. the triplets have matching checkerboard scarves / bandanas dapper and Ramon both have monocles richas has vitiligo Ramon has an apron he wears when messing with machinery, and there’s some redstone dust on it :D Each of the triplets also have brown hair, signifying their connections to eachother and also their respective parents i also yoinked that one headcanon that Chayanne put a black streak in his hair matching CellbitThere’s probably more but all else I can think of is: Tallulah has a necklace with a guitar pick on it. the pick has a flower design, and Wilbur made it for her! that’s all :D OH! Trumpet also has some blonde hair, for Sofia (even tho theyve never actually met.. but when i originally pictured his design i pictured blonde hair, and realized Sofia also had blonde hair, so i included that)

[aerkame]

I’m curious what the others finfolk forms look like, what kinda tails and colors do they have, markers, etc. I’m so excited for the au!

I am not feeling well enough to really draw so I will just give descriptions instead! I'll be sure to draw everyone at some point though, but if you want me to ping (or just message) you or anyone else just private message me or let me know in replies.

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For all neighbors minus Home:

Each and every neighbor will grow claws, teeth, increased height, increased strength, and webbed hands when fully transformed. As for clothes, they're designed to change with their form.

Wally Darling

Wally may still be the shortest of the neighbors, but he's still quite tall when compared to normal puppets (most finmen are huge regardless). When he comes off as a normal-looking puppet, he wears a blue glass colored (blue glass is a color, it is my favorite color-) clothing, or sometimes loose-fitting beach clothes if he feels like relaxing. He often keeps a red shell pendant around his neck area and a black single earring on his right ear.

When Wally is a finman however, his yellow felt turns to scales that range from yellows, purples, teals, and different shades of blue. His ears become thick and finned, each end going up into a small S-shaped curl. Underneath the clothing, his body is covered in soft red swirling and spiraling markings, something you can he on his cheeks. Unlike the finwomen, finmen don't turn into mermaids/mermen, so he does not have a tail at all and he instead grows various fins on his body, all very colorful. Oh, and don't forget the fangs and claws...those are pretty sharp.

Barnaby

Barnaby is one of the taller finmen, but not the tallest. You can usually find him wearing shorts, sandals, shell necklaces, and a sunhat. It's just so darn hot sometimes so don't expect to see him in a shirt really. If anything he'll probably be under a shady area or relaxing in some cool water.

While he does already have teeth and claws, they are pretty dull until he transforms, having his teeth become more shark-like and claws much sharper than anyone else's. However, Barnaby is the only one here who does not grow scales at all. Instead that blue felt skin will turn into something far more smoother and paler in color almost becoming grey but not quite grey. The spots all over his body stay of course, but they become darker and more larger, creating marbled patterns. Not only is Barnaby the only one without scales, but he is the only one to grow a tail and keep his legs. The once small fluffy tail turns into a strong shark-like one, being capable of causing someone a concussion or head trauma if he really swung hard enough with it.

Sometimes everyone suspects he isn't a finman, but even if Barnaby wasn't, everyone would still love the big guy.

Howdy

Being a fisherman has its perks. One being that it tends to be a good workout, another being that you can get all kinds of stuff from the ocean. That being said, Howdy is a giant when compared to the others. In his normal form, the fisherman has medium long blue hair that's often slicked back or just braided all under his hat. You'd think that running a shop and being a fisherman would leave little time for this man to tidy up his clothes but you'd be wrong. Everything remains completely clean no matter the weather, it's almost scary. Even the shell pendant he wears on his apron is constantly shining.

Obviously having double the legs and arms leaves him with double the amount of claws to tear someone up with. As a finman, Howdy's height becomes outright terrifying to anyone he meets. Forget the scary claws and fangs, his height alone is enough to scare the fear of God into anyone.

The colors of Howdy's scales match himself much like it does with Wally and the others. Green scales fade from blues to teals and tiger-like stripes decorate his body, leaving oval spirals on his cheeks.

Eddie

Probably the friendliest captain out there with the coat to match! Often times Eddie will be wearing his white captain's coat and hat, having a shell pendant pinned to the black suit he wears under. He always stays tidy, keeping his red hair slicked back under his hat.

As a finman, Eddie will also grow in size. This is when his usual friendly appearance turns more scary to some. Being large and having a giant captain's coat squaring your shoulders can look intimidating. Along that, Eddie's hair tends to get more rougher and slightly wavy, so he lets it down every once in a while.

Frank

Frank is the only one that wasn't a finman before moving in on the island, having been a normal puppet before. He still prefers to remain as his normal puppet self on most days unless it's rainy or stormy. Usually he is wearing vests, casual clothes, and colors that are muted in color, preferring to keep the shell pendant he has on a butterfly bow, keeping the bow as a reminder of his old life.

In the rare times that he decides to be more fin-like, the only things about Frank that change is that he grows teal, purple, and grey scales, square-ish finned ears, squared swirls, and fangs.

Julie

Being a finwoman (or mermaid) has it's perks.

Julie will on most days wear light colored fluffy dresses with thick high sandals, a large sunhat, and a shell necklace to match. If not a dress, then she'd be happy to wear anything good for the beach so she can go ahead and jump in the water at any time.

As a mermaid, Julie transforms her legs into a long and strong tail, being just as strong as finmen (no really, you do NOT want to get hit with her tail). Her scales often reflect the dresses she usually wears, which are deep shades of coral reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows. The fins at the end of her tail are wide and flowing, sometimes she'll even wrap herself up in them for fun.

The ears differ slightly from the others as they appear more softer and fluffy with light pink swirls and sparkles dusting her face.

Sally

Sally is sometimes nicknamed Sally Scarlet for several reasons. One reason being the clothing she wears. Everything is always extravagant or just screams passion, having everything in shades of red and black.

Sally is the only one who is almost always in her mermaid form. No really, she even has a part of her house with an indoor pool that leads to the ocean because she just doesn't feel like getting out of the water yet. Her tail is much longer than Julie's but more slim and much sharper, some scales being so sharp they can be flung or used as throwing knives. The weapon tail is made up of blood red scales with speckled black and gold scales scattered on her body.

She often wears a golden crown around her already existing crown (she's a star so duh) and dark makeup to compliment her scales. Of course, she painted her claws black to match. Dramatic...

Poppy

Poppy is probably the most colorful out of the neighbors, having literally every color in the rainbow on her. You can usually find her outside gardening with Julie, wearing nothing (because she has feathers) or just wearing a light colored shawl with a matching sunhat. She often carries her shell or clips it to a shawl.

However, Poppy is a little bit different like Barnaby when it comes to her original form, but no one questions it really. Like the other mermaids, Poppy will form a tail consisting of the rainbow, but the rest of her body becomes much larger and longer, resembling something closer to a serpent. The feathers soon turn into long spikes and sharp scales that could easily cut through steel. Her wings become giant fins and her beak grows a sharp curved end. She doesn't transform ever much like Frank due to her scaring herself and others sometimes.

Home

It is known that Home has a physical body, but no one other than Wally has talked to him. The only time anyone ever gets a glimpse of Home is when a shell is being given to a neighbor. Large clawed and black scaly hands reach out from the dark whirlpool to take the shell and imbued his magic into it before it's given back.

Sorry for any spelling errors, I'm a bit tired right now.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Tag Game: OC Picrew

Thanks to @illarian-rambling for the tag!

Rules: Use this picrew and show off your oc (s)

I'm gonna do this with the Trials of the Six crew (sans Krivyn because I've never found a good picrew to depict a suit of armor. Pretty sure the vision I have in my head wouldn't properly translate to a picrew anyway).

Gently tagging @fourwingedwriter @phoenixradiant @rivenantiqnerd @thethistlegirlwrites @theeccentricraven

@aalinaaaaaa and open tag! :D

Long post incoming:

Hiel Fillius

Mage from the Permafrost with the ability to control ice. Amnesiac. Bilingual. Good sense of direction. Quiet and reserved personality, but incredibly observant. His eyes turn blue while using his powers, and his body temperature drops.

Jarsali Fortus

Ilunian Mage with the ability to alter the weather and summon lightning. Generally has a sunny and light-hearted demeanor. Sibling relationship with Korfel. Multilingual. Fights with a quarterstaff, and would rather be hit with it than express negative emotions to another human being. Eldest daughter syndrome. Her hair flows in an invisible wind when she uses her powers, and it becomes difficult to breathe.

Korfel Domin

Mage from Tya with the ability to control earth and stone and sense vibrations. The responsible and stern leader of the group. Sibling relationship with Jarsali. Fights with a scimitar. Monolingual, but passable in some other languages. No perceptible change when he uses his powers, but he becomes lightheaded.

Raiann Ignis

Mage from Mareln who can control fire. Handy when she was a smithy, not so much in Tyan towns with thatched roofs. Exile. Friends with Aquilar and Elya. Bilingual, passable in a third. Fights with obsidian daggers. Her eyes glow orange when she uses her powers, and her body temperature rises.

Aquilar Puer-Maris

Mage from Tectuem with the ability to control water. Former helmsman on a privateer ship. Prefers to fight using his powers. Multilingual. Friends with Raiann and Elya. No perceptible change when using his powers, but he becomes thirsty.

Krivyn

No picrew, but I'll describe him anyway. He wears sleek armor composed of black metal with electric blue accents. Upon closer inspection, the armor appears to be made of hundreds of small scale-like pieces that fit together and move in a way that shouldn't be possible for any known metals on Rymn. His helmet is much the same, with dark tempered glass over the eyes, nearly indistinguishable from the rest of the face plate. The accents line the armor almost like uniform, geometric veins, and all lines meet at a circle in the center, which appears to be composed of colored glass set into the metal. The armor doesn't cover his elbows, knees or the palms of his hands. His elbows and knees have pads to protect them, and his hands are covered with a dark, thin material.

Never clarifies where he hails from. Claims that his ability is to create portals across short distances. Multilingual. Acquainted with Za'ret somehow, seems to harbor a unique hatred. Fights hand-to-hand, with his armor giving him a distinct advantage. Decisive and a planner. Very expressive. Never seen without his armor.

Elya

Alchemist who claims to be from Sala, a tiny country south of Mareln. Group healer and served as ship's doctor with Aquilar. Friends with Aquilar and Raiann. Multilingual. Faint greenish stripes on her skin, mostly hidden underneath her clothing. Never without her necklace. Skilled at deception.

General Za'ret

Esteemed general of the Tyan army, particularly interested in invading the Permafrost. Sadistic. Employs Enitan, and is acquainted with Elya and Krivyn somehow. His necklace is similar to Elya's but it is instead a greenish blue color, tucked under his shirt. Multilingual. Murderer. Seeks something on Rymn and is willing to do anything to gain it.

Enitan

Ilunian assassin employed by Za'ret. Bilingual. Never without the short dagger on her right hip. Potentially from the same fleet as Jarsali. Well-versed in the amount of punishment the human body can withstand. Familiar with drugs and poisons. Her hands are figuratively stained with blood. Prefers to fight hand-to-hand.

[oflostinfound]

@aonokumura replied to your post “"Grim- Eath? Gr...Greath... Remember when I told...”:

Rin kept his voice calm, as he could sense the distress from both of the two daemons. He drew his sword, flames appearing on himself and the blade. "I'm worried about Eath, so maybe you could try possessing Kurikara instead? It'll be temporary, and I trust you with it. That way I can take you to wherever you need to go. And Eath can take care of the other option."

That... makes both souls pause. Even accessing Grimbright's memories, this was the first time Eath was truly made aware that part of Rin's soul was in his sword...

Perhaps she should've realized sooner? It was... concerning, in a way, but now was not the time for questions.

This was as good a solution as any, Rin could take Grimbright back to his body, and Eath could run to check on Jewel. Though the only obstacle would be actually putting the soul back in him body once they got there- but Eath had the ability to summon portals. She could be fast, or almost in two places at once, with the right amount of focus.

Or maybe, if they were lucky, Grimbright's soul would simply hop back into his body if they got close enough.

|| 🔷🖤 ||: ❝ That... could work. But only if you're certain. ❞

The daemons seem to relax more, enough that Eath is able to sever the last few bonds between her being and Grimbright's soul. A small, flickering grey and black wisp settling in her hand. The scales(?) that had covered her face and limbs, and the bright yellow eyes fading into glowing white the moment they were separated.

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Take care of him, Rin. He is very fragile now.

And... thank you. From both of us. He has a hard time saying it. ❞

[grizzersmamma]

Beyond the Loch | Monster CoD AU | Chapter 2.

Summary: “With monsters now being used the world over to wage war, the military is desperate to encourage non-human citizens to join their ranks. A young kelpie, John ‘Soap’ MacTavish, is invited to join the infamous Task Force 141, the first task force in history to be headed up by a monster. Soon after joining, he encounters a black dog, an omen of death known only as Ghost. Determined to prove that not all black dogs are harbingers of disaster and misfortune, he decides to become Ghost’s field partner, becoming close to the spirit while everyone else flees from him terror. Only time can tell if he’ll come to regret it or not.”

Notes: Decided to create my own CoD Monster AU! I’ve seen loads of different AUs, but this will be my own personal take on what creatures the different characters would be. 

Pairing(s): Future Ghost/Soap. Other to be added.

Warnings: Unedited because I’m tired ;w;.

Series Masterlist

Previous: Chapter 1.

Next: Chapter 3.

After a quick meal, some fresh meat for the first time in months, and getting settled into the tiny room he’ll be calling home from now on, Soap decides to return to the lake Captain Price had shown him beforehand. Seeing as it’s the very first day on base, he isn’t required to perform any actual duties – those will begin first thing the next morning – so for now he has a small amount of free time.  

The cold water of the manmade lake is an absolute blessing for Soap’s skin, washing away the uncomfortably dry feeling that has been plaguing him for months. He dips his head under the water, letting out a content sigh through the gills that have formed along his neck. He hasn’t fully shifted yet, happy enough to simply laze about below the surface.  

Large fish dart around him in an excited dance, unused to visitors in their domain. It would be easy to catch one, but Soap isn’t yet hungry enough to expend that much energy on a hunt. Instead, he toys with them, wiggling his fingers to draw them closer before running a hand along their smooth scales when they’re close enough to touch. Some of them dart away the moment he makes contact with them, while others are curious enough to allow his gentle caress.  

Such friendly little animals. What a shame they also happen to taste so good.  

When he breaches the surface again, Soap can see a lone figure sitting at the edge of the small wooden dock, legs dangling just above the water. It’s a peaceful spot, with only the wind blowing through the reeds and the gentle calls of waterfowl to be heard as dragonflies flutter from lily pad to lily pad. There have been no other people coming to the lake, save for Soap himself, so the area feels almost untouched and creates the perfect place to hide away from the rest of the base.  

Pressing his legs together, Soap feels the familiar sensation of the muscles knitting together until he’s left with a lengthy tail in their place. He doesn’t bother with shifting his upper body, only requiring the tail to gently propel himself across the surface of the water and toward the dock. 

When he reaches the old, wooden structure, he uses his tail to push up off of the bed of the lake and out of the water. With how shallow the water is around the dock, he’s easily able to drag his upper body onto the wood, coming to rest just beside the other monster. He looks up into the white skull mask of Ghost, offering a bright grin.  

“Afternoon, L.T,” he chirps, smile becoming a little toothy as he decides to add, teasingly, “fine day fer a swim, water’s just right.” Soap hopes that the anxious twitch of his tail is the only tell of just how nervous he is to be pinned under Ghost’s calculating stare.  

“I’ll pass,” the man grunts, finally, blessedly, shifting his eyes from Soap and returning them to the book he was reading previously, “not particularly in the mood to be drowned by my own sergeant on only day one.”  

Soap lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching at imaginary pearls in feigned horror, “ye think so lowly of me, sir?” He sniffles, pretending to wipe away a tear in his heartbreak. “Well, ah dinnae ken if ye realise this, but ye cannae drown a ghost,” he says, as if imparting some great wisdom upon the other monster. 

“Perhaps, but you’d get my fur all wet, then I’d stink of bloody pond water,” Ghost grumbles, turning a page.  

It’s a battle to keep from outright snickering at the response, “tha big ol’ scary Ghost, scared o’ a wee bit of pond water.”  

He receives a foul squint for his efforts at humour. “That’ll do, MacTavish,” the monster growls, once more returning to his book.  

Soap snorts, but falls quiet, resting on his elbows as his tail slowly swishes back and forth. Unfortunately, the Scot has never been very good at keeping his mouth shut, and after only a short moment, is piping up again. “So, ye clearly ken a wee bit about kelpies, ye know much else?”  

Ghost hums in thought as he continues to browse the pages before him, “not much,” he says eventually, “you’re supposed to be some sort of horse monster that tends to drown people.”  

The kelpie slowly nods, scratching at the small layer of stubble attempting to grow over his jaw, “suppose tha’ just about sums it up, aye.” He pulls himself a little further out of the water, showing how his hips turn into a long tail rather than a pair of legs. He flexes the powerful appendage, letting droplets of water rolls off of it and back into the lake.  

Soap doesn’t look up from where he’s watching the water, but he can feel Ghost’s eyes slowly roving over his body, unconcerned by the other man’s rather stark nakedness. “Y’know, it’s also a well-known fact tha’ us kelpies only ever take a human form tha’s strikin’ly handsome,” he grins, playfully raising an eyebrow as he glances at the black dog again.  

The lieutenant’s eyes snap back up from where they had been observing Soap, brows immediately furrowing in annoyance, followed by a dramatic eyeroll. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, sergeant,” Ghost grunts.  

“Am tellin’ ye the truth, L.T!” he laughs, “how d’ ye think we get all those bonnie lasses te come into the water with us?” 

With a surprising amount of strength, Ghost lifts one of his legs up from where it’s hanging over the edge and uses it to shove Soap off of the dock and back into the water. “Clearly that trait skipped a generation,” he growls when the kelpie’s head pops back out of the water again before he cracks open his book again, evidently done with the conversation. 

Soap laughs to himself at the lieutenant’s response but knows better than to push much further. No doubt the other man has very little downtime, so he’s not going to force his way into Ghost’s personal time when he was very clearly here to unwind alone. 

Their brief conversation was enough to satiate Soap’s need for interaction anyway, so he’s more than happy to retreat back into deeper waters with a flick of his tail. He spends a good while stretching out muscles that haven’t been used in months, leaping from the water with the occasional dramatic twist, before diving back down again. Even after Ghost eventually leaves, he continues working, revelling in the pleasant way his body burns from exertion.  

By the time he’s dragging himself out of the water the sun has just finished setting and no doubt the mess hall will be serving dinner soon. His legs are a little all over the place when he attempts to use them for the first time since climbing back onto dry land again, but he’s able to stagger over to where he’d previously abandoned his clothes.  

The advantage of a base with a multitude of monsters is that there’s very little concern for nudity, considering the majority of them need to shed their clothes in order to change their form in any way. Any adjustments needed to someone’s fit have to be carried out by the wearer as the military would only supply the basics.  

Thankfully, Soap was fortunate enough that he could wear regular human clothes, so he grabs his shirt, jeans and finally his boots. He doesn’t have a towel to completely dry off, but it isn’t too cold just yet, so Soap elects to throw on his clothes and drip dry.  

After making himself somewhat presentable, Soap makes his way to the mess hall. It’s already bustling with a mixture of humans and monsters. It still feels so surreal to be seeing so many people comfortable with showing off their more inhuman traits around others and it gives him that warm, tingling sensation he always gets whenever he encounters a fellow monster.  

He selects a piece of raw steak, practically drooling over it despite knowing it’s likely been in the freezer for who-knows-how-long. Searching the room briefly, his eyes land on a familiar face and he’s quick to head in their direction, placing his tray down beside the other man before plopping down beside him.  

“Evening, Gaz,” he grins, grabbing his steak and taking a large chomp out of it.  

The other sergeant offers a hum of acknowledgement while he’s sipping from his mug. “Enjoying dinner?” the vampire asks, placing his drink down with a slight cringe.  

Soap visibly shivers at the sensation of raw meat between his teeth and the harsh metallic taste of blood flooding his tastebuds. “Mhm,” he hums, swallowing down the whole chunk of flesh, unbothered with chewing, “how’s breakfast?” 

Gaz grumbles, sliding his drink slightly away from him, “still not used to drinking this stuff instead of eating, it doesn’t exactly taste that great.”  

“Is it human, or...?” He’s always heard that vampires naturally enjoy the taste of human blood – some people tasting better than others – so it’s a little odd for Gaz to find it repulsive.  

Gaz shakes his head, grabbing the mug again and forcing down another mouthful of the crimson liquid, “no, pretty sure it’s pig blood or something.” He swirls the blood around in his mug, watching as it laps dangerously at the edges of the cup, “it’s easier to get a hold of and doesn’t take away from people that actually need it for a medical reason,” he continues.  

“Does animal blood work the same?” Soap is genuinely curious. He’s never really thought too much into how vampires work, but if he’s going to be working alongside Gaz then no doubt, he’ll need more than just a cursory knowledge.  

“To a degree, it gives me the energy I need, but I need to drink it more often than if it was fresh from a human.”  

Soap hums again at that, going back to tearing his own meal to pieces. He’s been a kelpie his entire life, so it’s difficult to wrap his mind around the concept of being new to the life of a monster. He imagines it must be like suddenly changing into a completely different kind of monster, with different needs, instincts and abilities.  

To have to unlearn a lifetime worth of behaviour and begin again almost completely from scratch must be a struggle to say the least. Like a kelpie foal, trying to run on wobbly legs they aren’t yet used to. Occasionally, they’ll lose their balance and fall, but their dam will always be there to help them back up to their feet again. He can’t help wondering if Gaz has anyone to help him.  

He’s younger than Soap, perhaps by a fair amount considering how slow kelpies age, and seeing him in the evening it’s clear the other monster is bright and friendly. His brown eyes are still soft and full of life despite him now technically being undead, the little flicker of scarlet across his irises whenever they shift being the only indication of his true nature.  

“It’s good to properly meet ye, Gaz,” he starts, drawing the man’s attention back to him again from where it had wandered during their brief silence, “I know ye weren’t exactly in the best state when we came to see ye earlier.” 

Gaz snorts at that, shaking his head slightly, “was my fault for falling asleep in the rec room rather than my actual bed. Cap keeps telling me not to just pass out wherever I happen to be when the sun comes up,” he chuckles, scratching at the back of his neck sheepishly. “But it’s good to meet you too, Soap,” he smiles, offering a hand which Soap is quick to take, shaking it firmly, “glad I didn’t scare you off with my grumpiness earlier.” 

Soap merely tsks, “Ah’m sure it’s won’t be the last time a pillow gets thrown at me face, certainly no’ the first time it’s happened,” he smirks, devolving into a fit of childish snickering alongside Gaz.  

“It’s a regular occurrence for you then?” Gaz looks downright gleeful at this development.  

Soap sniffs, tilting his chin up slightly, “ah’m not gonna dignify tha’ with an answer.”  

He’s able to keep a serious face for all of about five seconds, before a snort escapes Gaz and the two of them proceed to burst out laughing. A few odd looks are levelled in their direction from the other people still in the mess hall, but both are too distracted to care. It feels good to have someone to be a little less serious with, not needing to worry about remaining professional like he would if interacting with a superior or subordinate.  

He’s relieved that Gaz appears to be so light-hearted despite what he must have been through, and it’s remarkably easy for them both to fall into conversation, acting like old friends who have known one another for years. It’s only after they’ve been gossiping for several hours that Soap finally drags himself away from his fellow sergeant and in the direction of his bunk.  

He’s going to need plenty of sleep if he hopes to be at his best the following morning, but he takes a moment to enjoy the frigid evening on his way there. The stars are a little difficult to see with the intense lights flooding the base and the moon is obscured by the moon, but the weather is pleasant enough, if a tad icy.  

He’s about to open the door to the barracks where his room is housed when something in the distance catches his eyes. He glances off into the darkness, eyes momentarily struggling to pick anything out against the backdrop of trees and long grass. When he finally spots what had drawn his attention, he can feel a shiver run down his spine, unsure if the feeling is from excitement or fear.  

A large canine looks back at him through familiar red eyes, glowing brightly in the night and illuminating the sharp features around them. Similar in shape to an alsatian, with pointed ears swivelling around at even the slightest of sounds and a rough, shaggy coat all over. He stands just taller than a fully grown bull, with broad shoulders and a lengthier body.  

The Ghost stares back at him for what feels like decades, before he turns away disinterested and trots off into the tree line, seemingly vanishing into thin air. Even with Soap’s advanced hearing, he couldn’t hear Ghost’s movements, very much playing into his callsign.  

He can see why people are intimidated by the creature, slinking through the darkness with only a pair of creepy eyes to give away his position. But there’s a small part of him that can’t wait to see that dangerous beast let loose on the battlefield, tearing through their enemies with sharp claws and deadly teeth.  

A second thrill passes through him at the thought alone.  

[folksaga-if]

“It is a long story, and it does no credit to anyone: there is murder in it, and trickery, lies and foolishness, seduction and pursuit.                                                                                           Listen."

                               - Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology

You are a human. A totally normal one.

Honestly.

You’re a human. You’re a bartender, which is a very normal job for a human to have, and when you walk down the winding streets of Akureyri you can blend seamlessly into any crowd of people which is, without question, only something that a human could do.

The fact that you came here two years ago with nothing but the clothing on your back doesn’t mean anything; you’re hardly northern Iceland’s first wayfaring soul. That you had no money to your name, no friends or family to speak of — that’s a fairly average human thing, too. And that little craving you have, that quiet urge to dig your teeth into any passing stranger’s throat? It's completely, entirely mundane.

It’s manageable. You’re managing.

Or you were, until someone — someone who's decidedly not as good at this human thing as you are — begins leaving a trail of dead bodies at your doorstep, and a trio of god-like siblings take a seat at your bar.

(Ragnarök might have marked the end of the Norns, but that doesn't mean your fate died along with them.)

MAGNI THORSON .

No doubt the mightiest of his siblings, the eldest child of Thor is exactly the sort of person you would expect him to be: a giant (half-giant, in fact) asshole with a smoulder and a knife-sharp jawline to match. He’ll match your every word with a cocky grin and a joke that’s nowhere near as funny as he thinks, and he’ll look every inch the prince that he is all the while.

(Well, the prince that he was. Just don’t let him hear you say that.)

MODI THORSON .

For the supposed embodiment of his father’s wrath, the God of Thunder’s second son is surprisingly…not that. He’s no picnic, mind you — he’s broody, he’s secretive, and he's fucking intense, but that hardly equates to fury incarnate. You’re sure there’s something hiding under that moody surface; whether or not you want to uncover it is a different story entirely.

(Looks like even gods aren’t immune to middle-child syndrome. Who knew?)

THRÚD THORSDÓTTIR .

Valkyrie, seidhr, paragon of strength — with all of her mother’s best traits (and a few of her father’s worst), is it any wonder that Thor’s youngest child was also his favourite? Smarter than her half-brothers and more likeable by a longshot, you might find yourself forgetting how easily the fortune-telling goddess could break you in two. You might, but she’ll be happy to remind you if you do.

(Maybe a little too happy, in fact.)

KATLA B̶͍̏L̸̝͑O̵̟͠M̴̳̓Q̴̯̔V̵̺͆I̷̗͛S̵̠͒T̸̬̒ .

A fellow nomad and your coworker at Black Thunder, the first friend you made in Akureyri has remained your closest. Mischevious, magnetic, and often up to no small amount of trouble, there are times when you think you might know Katla better than you know yourself. You even know about her…well, you know that she…sorry, what were you talking about again?

(It's just that it’s nice, being close to someone who’s so very human.)

THE MARE .

There’s a voice in your head and a shadow in your dreams, and they’re telling you to run. You probably shouldn’t trust them.

(…Right?)

Customize your monster character. New life, new you! Choose your gender identity, change your name, cut your hair, and remember: if you’re starting to grow tired of running from your past, try on a new outfit and start running faster.

Play as one of three runway creatures from Norse mythology — a cunning keeper of the forest, a charming warden of the lake, or a formidable guardian of the mountains. Each has its quirks (would you prefer a hollowed-out tree for a back, or webbed fingers and forearms covered in scales?), but they all have two key things in common: they’ll kill to protect their homes, and you’re definitely not one of them.

Choose your own fate, out of the countless that are presented to you. Had oatmeal instead of skyr with your breakfast this morning? You might have just brought about Ragnarök 2.0. Nice one, asshole.

Multiple romance options, with each available to pursue regardless of your gender or background. Ever wanted to kiss a god under a starry sky? Now's your chance! Or maybe you’re through with immortal beings and desperate to ask the pretty server on a date? Go for it! She’s definitely a human too. Totally. You’d be able to tell if she wasn’t. Wouldn’t you?

Save the world — or don’t. It's your choice, and isn't that what true freedom is all about?

Folksaga is inspired by The Edda, Norse mythology, and Twin Peaks, with a bit of tweaking to the myths as needed for the sake of plot. MC backgrounds have been adjusted to fit for all players regardless of gender identity, and creative liberty has been taken with some smaller points for a smoother storytelling experience. All changes will be explained in an FAQ post (too be added in the links below ASAP!)

The current demo consists of the prologue (introductory lore + character creation), which is about 20k words. I plan to post it in the next few weeks, after some edits + the completion of chapter one!

I expect it to be somewhere in the range of 600,000 to 700,000 words, but this is subject to change (and likely will due to my propensity for rambling text. oops.).

I’ve written  short and long-form original fiction as well as a lot of fanfic (say hello @ pentaghastly on AO3, and @kendallroynsfw on tumblr!), but this is my first IF! Bugs and coding issues may appear in the demo; please let me know if any issues arise during your playthroughs.

Folksaga is a work in progress. I would love constructive feedback when the demo is posted, as well as any bugs or grammar issues to be brought to my attention if I've missed them :) I would also love patience, because I'm a full time health care worker who gets sleepy lots xoxo

A Swedish farmer named Sven Andersson was executed in 1691 for having intercourse with a mountain nymph, or bergsrå. I will neither confirm or deny if his Wikipedia article was the inspiration for this IF, except I will confirm it and it definitely was.

MC ORIGINS | RO INTROS | demo coming soon!

[miasmaghoul]

Mushy May - Day 2

Prompt: "I made this for you."

Rating: Teen Pairing: Mountain/Copia Contains: nervous Copia, Mountain's love of gift giving and a sprinkling of ~feelings~ Word Count: ~1.3k

Summary: A week before his first tour, Copia receives a thoughtful surprise.

Copia stares unseeing out his office window, chin resting on tented fingers. He’s been here for a while now, lost in thought, lulled into something of a trance by the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops against leaded glass.

Only a week left before the tour begins. His first tour, as a matter of fact. The prospect has his teeth on edge as much as it has him buzzing with excitement, frantic butterflies having made a seemingly permanent home in his stomach. He’s as prepared as he can be, he thinks - he must be, after hours upon hours of rehearsals, of meetings, of planning and arrangements - but he supposes one can only be so prepared for something of this scale. The unknown comes with the territory, and no amount of readiness can assuage the nagging claws of anxiety prodding at the back of his mind.

A knock at the door, though, is at least enough to distract. Copia shakes himself from his thoughts, smoothing a gloved hand through his hair. He isn’t expecting anyone, but that was no reason to look disheveled. 

“Come in,” he calls, standing to straighten his wrinkled cassock. He’s been sitting for so long his knees crackle. It makes him feel so old. The door creaks open and Copia offers his guest a tired smile. “Ah, Mountain, hello.”

“Evening, Cardinal,” the ghoul greets, closing the door behind him. His masked gaze catches on the state of the desk and Mountain pauses, hand still on the doorknob. “Is this a bad time?”

“Hmm?” Copia glances down, takes in the mess of folders and crumpled papers before him and lets out a small chuckle. “No, no,” he assures, attempting to shuffle the mess into something approaching presentable. It doesn’t help much, so Copia elects to round the desk instead, leaning against the front of it and clapping his hands together. “What brings you here this evening?”

Mountain strides into the room, adjusting his tie. Copia notices with more than a little amusement that the ghoul is shoeless - apparently that’s a habit that doesn’t just live in the practice room. 

“I made you something,” he rumbles, that low voice reverberating off the marble walls. Mountain holds out a small black bag, its contents rattling a little. “A few things, actually.” Copia’s brows creep towards his hairline.

“You...what?” 

The Cardinal has become exceedingly fond of his ghouls these past months - more than he probably should be, at least according to Sister. But to have one of them in his personal office, offering him...gifts? This is very uncharted territory, to be certain.

“I made you something,” Mountain repeats, and it’s somehow no less surprising the second time. He shakes the bag and Copia can’t help but accept it. Mountain offers him a small smile in return, tucking his hands behind his back, and Copia feels a vaguely familiar tightness in his chest.

He peers into the bag and takes in its contents: a palm-sized glass jar, a square silver tin, a pair of small canvas bags and a folded swath of off-white fabric. Nothing is labeled, and that only serves to pique his curiosity further. 

“What is all this?” Copia sets the bag on the desk and pulls out the jar, examining it. 

“Just a few things for the tour,” the ghoul replies, casual as anything. “That particular one is a poultice.” Copia looks up at him with a questioning eyebrow. Mountain’s smile widens behind that shiny silver mask. “A combination of herbs and roots, mixed with a special oil.” Copia gives a small nod.

“Is it…food?” He shakes the small container, watching its goopy, oddly-colored contents shift. Mountain shakes his head with a soft chuff.

“Medicine,” he clarifies, and that brings Copia’s full attention back to the ghoul. Medicine? He isn’t ill. “That blend is for inflammation. Ginger, turmeric, eucalyptus, a few other things. You take some of that, apply it to a sore spot and cover it with one of those strips of linen." He gestures towards the bag. "Leave it for an hour and it will help with the stiffness after a show.”

Copia stares up at him for a long moment, feeling more than a little dumbstruck. All that, in this little jar?

“There’s more,” the ghoul reminds him, rocking up onto the balls of his socked feet, “keep looking.” 

Copia doesn’t miss the tilt of excitement in his voice. It’s entirely too endearing, considering the fact that it’s coming from a seven foot tall hellbeast. The tightness in his chest shows no signs of fading.

He sets the jar on his desk and procures the pair of canvas baggies, giving them a shake. The contents crunch a little, the sound of crinkling paper, one tied with twine and the other with a green ribbon.

“The green one has some throat lozenges,” Mountain informs him. “I made them with peppermint and honey, they should help protect your voice between shows. The other one is for headaches. You put one of the packets in water and -”

Copia loses himself in the depth of Mountain’s voice, in the heat coloring his own cheeks. In the astounding level of care and compassion so clearly on display here. 

Mountain…made these things? For him? 

He’s never felt at such a loss for words, and that’s saying something.

“Cardinal?” 

Copia startles, finding the ghoul staring at him with amusement in those fascinating eyes. Earthen green flecked with gold, decidedly inhuman, and for the first time Copia realizes his pupils are rectangular.

“You have the eyes of a goat,” he murmurs a bit distantly, and Mountain grins. It exposes his fangs, but Copia has never felt less threatened. 

“Maybe you don’t need this last thing,” the ghoul remarks, reaching past him, and Copia comes back to himself a bit. Mountain pulls back with the silver case in hand, a hint of mischief in those fascinating eyes.

Copia sets the two canvas bags behind him and reaches out, Mountain handing him the case with a pleased hum. He turns it in his palm, catching the dull reflection of his desk lamp in its burnished surface. Copia pops the latch, flips the lip, and when he realizes what’s inside he can’t help but laugh.

“In case you’re feeling anxious,” Mountain says with a smirk, watching Copia pull out one of the half-dozen pre-rolls in the tin. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where those come from.” Copia brings the joint to his nose and inhales deeply, sighing at the familiarity of that herbal scent. 

There’s so much he wants to say. The tightness in his chest has begun to morph into a suspicious sort of heat - one he certainly isn’t prepared to consider the ramifications of right now. The overwhelming kindness of the ghoul before him certainly isn’t lost on him, but somehow a simple thank you doesn’t seem enough.

“Your time and effort do not go unnoticed or unappreciated, my ghoul,” Copia says, the words careful and measured. There’s movement in the corner of his eye and the Cardinal catches the tufted end of Mountain’s tail flicking back and forth, pleased. “I…truly do not know what to say.” The ghoul offers him a noncommittal shrug.

“So don’t say anything,” Mountain rumbles, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. “I sometimes find actions speak louder than words.” Copia chuckles - that much is obvious. He twirls the joint absently between gloved fingers, and it gives him an idea. 

“Very well,” he breathes, gesturing at the pair of stately armchairs opposite his fireplace. “Then, please, allow me to invite you to share this generous gift while I contemplate how to thank you properly.” 

Mountain tilts his head, Copia offers him the joint, and the ghoul makes a fascinating sound - something between a groan and a purr.

“It would be my pleasure, Cardinal.”

“Please,” he replies with a kind smile, resting a hand on Mountain's arm, “call me Copia.”

[acidheaddd]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

Tagged by @smulie ♥︎♥︎♥︎ Thank you! I figured I'd do Ian since I haven't done anything for him in a bit.

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Blood. Any significant amount of blood freaks him out and makes him feel faint. He was afraid to get any tattoos 'cause of this -- he thought he'd see more blood. 😂 That and losing his loved ones. Do they have any pet peeves? Ian's typically pretty patient and permissive of things... but he has a very good method to his madness when it comes to organizing (he's most definitely got ADHD, but was never diagnosed), so anyone moving something can frustrate him pretty quickly. What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? A guitar he rarely plays, his bong, and a perpetual pile of laundry that can be either dirty or clean. What do they notice first in a person? Their ~vibes~. 😂 How easily they'll laugh, how they carry themselves, how they speak, that kind of thing. On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Not high, but not super low... Maybe 5 to 6? The worst he's experienced is breaking bones (his wrist and ankle, due to skateboarding) and he handled that... okay, so long as he didn't look at it. 😂 Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? He's between flight and freeze more than fight. But if he were completely cornered, I'm sure he'd end up trying his luck with fighting. Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? His family's pretty small, and smaller still since his dad died when he was 18. He basically just has his mom left. They talk sometimes and he'll go visit occasionally, but he doesn't really like to. It's a complicated thing... His mom almost always brings up his dad at least once, and he'd just rather not talk about him at all, lest it bring up ~feelings~. He also feels slightly ashamed whenever he sees his mother, feeling like he's let her down and hasn't been there enough for her. So... instead of forcing himself to make a change, he'd really rather just. Run away from it as much as possible. What animal represents them best? Somehow he is both a golden retriever and a cat... though I'd say he's either got Orange Boy Cat energy or Ragdoll energy. What is a smell that they dislike? Super strong perfume. Especially the ones that smell more... chemical-y than natural. How would a stranger likely describe them? Weird, but... endearing? A little awkward, but in a shameless sort of way. What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Ian hates anything too bitter. Super dark chocolate? No. Black coffee? No. Brussels sprouts? Ick. But he loves sweet and spicy. Korean food comes to mind. Though his favourite food is pizza. Do they have any hobbies? Drawing... He did it more as a kid, but he still dabbles in it occasionally. He also is pretty good at coding and could probably create his own video game too, but hasn't tried... Apart from that. Uh. Smoking weed? Eating? 😂 Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Ian loves surprises... so long as they're good ones. But more than that, he loves surprising other people more. Do they like to wear jewelry? He does. He typically wears rings and bracelets. Sometimes he'll wear a necklace or two. Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Slightly messy... but still completely legible. What are two emotions they feel the most? Does devotion count as an emotion...? I'd say playful and devoted. Do they have a favorite fabric? Not really... Ian gets a lot of his stuff second hand. He does have a lot of cotton and denim though. What kind of accent do they have? Slight New York Bronx accent, but nothing super strong.

[chocoshrooms]

Hello! Can I request general headcannons for Dark Link?

:: Dark Link General Headcanons ::

• i do not own the image above •

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:; Dark has shoulder length white hair, sometimes he ties it in a low pony tail or a small bun to get it out of his face, but when he leaves it down, it frames his face perfectly

:; man is an absolute goddess, his facial structure down to his body is 10/10. he’s pretty tall, standing almost at 6’, but has muscle mass, too. he’s got them perfect, veiny arms

:; i hc him to be a demon, but not on a demon scale of eyeless jack, he leans more towards ben’s type of demon but way more powerful and knows how to use his powers to his advantage (unlike ben)

:; he has pointy teeth, but they’re much more sharper when he’s in ‘demon/kill mode’. he can bite through anything and will shred flesh without even trying! (he’s not a cannibal, that’s just an example of how sharp his teeth can get!)

:; he got the prettiest ruby red eyes, and they glow in the dark, too. his eyelashes are pretty long, but his eyebrows are bushy! they have shape, but need a good plucking but it’s hard to really see since his eyebrows are also white

:; dark has a good amount of earrings on his elf-like ears, some holes he keeps studs but others he keeps loop earrings in. i would say he’s also had his tongue pierced before, but takes it in and out every now and then so he has to re-pierce it (the pain doesn’t bother him, he kinda likes it not gonna lie lol)

:; i can see him wearing rings! some on almost all his fingers but they’re mostly black, red, or purple banded rings.

:; honestly, dark collects jewelry. mainly the same colors as above but also good jewelry. sometimes he’ll wear it, but most of the time he brings the jewels home to keep. i could see him being very interested and knowledgeable in crystals

:; like his teeth, his nails can grow sharp when in demon mode. he does keep them trimmed though, he’s actually pretty good with keeping up with himself (with the exception of his eyebrows, he just can’t get them symmetrical, please help him)

:; dark is effortlessly attractive, he does catch a lot of eyes. he’s a flirt, but doesn’t really take things too far, just likes to get people flustered up if he is fond of them, and sometimes just throws out what he’s thinking without a second thought. man speaks his mind

:; of course he blends in with the darkness/shadows, he’s basically the god of darkness! he can manipulate shadows too, make you think somethings there when it’s just him taking different forms. kind of like a shapeshifter but can only do the shapeshifting with shadows!

:; he can disappear and reappear, all it takes is a shadow. black smokes erupts around him and he’s gone! he can use his shadow abilities too for attacking, pulling his prey into the darkness just by a shadow snatching them up

:; he is very skilled with a bow and arrow, and of course his sword. he likes to show off his skills so he would be honored if you asked to be trained by him. he won’t let you down and you will almost be just as good as him when he’s done with you

:; dark has a soft spot for animals, he’s not all too bad! he has his own horse, a black mare that he cares so much for. he spoils her, getting her the newest tack and gear on the market and keeping her up to date with what she needs to be healthy. his horse is his first priority when it comes to battle, too! he won’t let anything happen to her, honestly he’d take a hit for his horse if it came down to it

:; he’s also seen around feeding strays that sometimes follow him back home. he does shoo them away when someone else is around, but there’s always a full bowl of food and water sitting out for them every morning

:; dark lives in his own castle, not one he’s built but one he’s found and inhabited. he has great taste so expect his home to be beautiful!

:; dark does use his iconic tunic most of the time, but not always. only at home will he dress-down completely in a t-shirt/sweats, but if he doesn’t choose his tunic he’ll be wearing button ups & jeans. he always carries around either his sword or bow & arrows no matter the outfit

:; knee high boots go with his outfits, including his gloves and belts. he looks so fine in them, too. gorgeous man

:; dark steals a lot… but he wouldn’t steal from someone he’s fond of. friends, yes. you’d have to be his best friend for him not to take your things! he makes it so unnoticeable that you’d never suspect him. he could take the earrings out your ears and you wouldn’t even know!

:; dark is very strong, even without his powers. he can lift a lot

:; he’s also very agile, so quick on his feet. you wouldn’t have time to react bedofe he’s got his sword to your throat. he’s quiet, too, you can’t even hear his footsteps on the ground while he walks

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okay, i’ll stop there before i get more carried away! usually i do 10 headcanons each but once my mind starts running, i keep going lol. let me know if you want more! i have one request i’m working on now so asks are OPEN! thanks for reading & hearting, i cant believe how much some of my works are getting attention. - 🍫🍄

[musclesaber]

Growth Drive: Rob's 2nd Report

[Story Gallery] [Week 0] [Week 1] [Rob's 1st Report] [Week 2]

Rob gives Sam an update on Jared's growth and some developments he's discovered about his cum.

Sam stirred the cauldron and tossed brightly colored vials into the mixture as he heard a ding emit from his tablet. Walking back over to the front counter, Sam saw another unopened message from Rob.

Dear Sam,

I have done as you’ve instructed and the giant’s temper has been satiated. He is out of the city and in the ocean where he can grow as much as he wants without any human casualties or major property damage. However at the rate he is growing, I worry he might threaten the stability of the entire planet. What would you have me do if he reaches such a size?

Your hypothesis about his growth has been correct. He has now reached sizes that would even be marveled at by the king. Especially for someone who is so untrained in growth. His vitals all appear to be normal if not above average now and he has taken to the size with flying colors. He has had a remarkable amount of growth in the cock department which is surprising. The speedo should be growing it, but not at the rate it is currently growing. It’s almost grown bigger than the rest of his body. It’s unheard of for a giant of this caliber to also experience such a potent amount of growth in their cock as well.

I also have an update on your questions about his cum. It appears that even in its preejaculate form, it is potent enough to grow the worshippers on his body who ingest it or come in contact with it. I saw some worshippers with over blown body parts while the rest of their bodies remained normal size. And others that drank it had their whole bodies grow in every department. That might have something to do with the magic within the speedo, but it is unclear. I do worry that if his pre is able to do just this, what might his actual load do to a normal sized individual?

Please write back quickly as there is very little time in between his large growth spurts for me to interject.

Sincerely,

R-08

Sam walked back towards his potion station and waved his hand in the air, making the tablet begin to float and follow him. “Dear, R-08,” said Sam aloud. “Continue this experiment as instructed and allow his body to grow as much as it can. I would like to see the limits of what he can do if he’s already reached such a large size.” The tablet started writing out a message as Sam talked and fiddled with bottles of potions. “If he starts to cause problems for the structure of the Earth, fly him out into space so that he may truly grow with no limitations. Move the atmosphere and the civilian population of the Earth to his body so that they may live out the rest of their existence on his body. Nowhere close to his head though.”

Sam snapped his fingers and a flame appeared below the massive cauldron and the black liquid inside began to bubble. “As for his cock and his cum, do not let any of his real cum get out into the general population of the Earth. If I’m correct, it could be even more catastrophic than him destroying the planet. I am sending you a zielian condom that shall ensure that not even a drop of cum will be wasted.” Sam stirred away at the mixture as the black mucky color brightened into a magenta like color that sizzled like a fresh can of soda.

Sam brought a small spoonful of the potion to his lips and began to blow on it. “Keep Jaren happy and the citizens safe and you’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time we’ve had to relocate a population because a fish decided it got too big for its pond. This will just be on a much grander scale. Do not fret R-08. Everything will work out fine. Keep growing him until he breaks or the speedo does. You have your orders, now get to growing,” said Sam as he took a sip of the mixture.

“Sincerely, Sam the Sizemologist.” Sam managed to get those last words out before he felt a jolt of energy. His eyes widened and his clothes got tighter on his body instantaneously. He grunted as his muscles began to expand in their already tight clothes. His head started rising up towards the ceiling of the small shop. Sam moaned as his shorts got tighter as well. Both from the front and the back as his dick lengthened itself inside his underwear, his balls dropped lower, and his ass inflated like balloons getting blown up.

Steadying himself against a counter, Sam blinked a few times and got his barings around him. He definitely had to crane his neck down further to see the massive book laid out on a podium and he could barely see past his bulging pecs. Walking back towards the clothing department of the shop, Sam got to the wall mirror and looked at himself.

He was at an impressive size before, but now he looked like a cartoon with how overblown his body looked. His muscles were fighting for space on his body so much so that he could barely bend his arms and legs giving him a waddle. He could feel his dick hitting his knees with each small sway Sam did with his hips. Tears in his clothing had popped up on his entire body as they couldn’t contain most of his now giant form. And with his new height, even the XXL’s he’d had on looked like children’s clothes.

Sam flicked his wrist and the tablet zipped to floating next to him again. “Sizemologist’s log. Entry 163. Testing with the new ingredient has been beyond successful. I thought I had diluted the substance enough, but it grew me to the size that would normally take 10 different potions to achieve with just a single sip. I will reexamine my measurements and see if I can make this in a less potent form,” said Sam as he opened up a cabinet door and fished out a fresh t-shirt and pants.

“But this failure does reveal the true strength of the substance. In its raw form, this stuff could have the potential to grow entire armies from just the sample I have now. If there is to be peace, no one must be allowed to learn its true capabilities until it can be countered. Luckily, I believe a very large sample should be arriving for testing in a few hours.” Sam put on the clothes and they fit his body like a glove. He walked over to the window and peered out at beautiful constellations of stars twinkling in the distance. Looking down, he saw a blue and green planet and a growing white dot emerging from the northern hemisphere.

“I shall continue testing and send my findings to the guild once I have a completed product,” said Sam as he walked back towards his potions. “End log.” The tablet blinked and then went dark as Sam waved his arms and lifted the cauldron in the air. “Mcellian Revete!” shouted Sam and the liquid began to separate. Vials from all over the room flew towards the cauldron and disappeared into the mixture only to pop out with green, blue, or red liquids inside them. The mixture was unmixing itself until all that remained in the cauldron was a creamy white goo.

“Less cum, more potions,” said Sam as the cauldron floated towards the giant vat of cum and poured itself back inside. “Hopefully I have enough space to fit Jaren’s next load.”