#hiking w/dragon now huh

[ghostly-fulcrum]

Danny…🐉👁️

[gamequeenanya]

Skylar's Dragon (OC fic)

Summary: What happens when a beautiful young man meets a dragon? Can he prove that he's a good person? Or will he be kept in the cave forever? And most important of all, will he ever get his phone back???

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Skylar was bored.

The Canadian wilderness stretched on for as far as the eye could see, the trees enveloping the distant mountains, green as the brightest summer.

But he missed his home in Hungary. His family moved here when he was 14, and he was now 28. His childhood friends kept in touch via e-mail and text, but it wasn't the same. He brushed his golden locks out of his blue eyes - making sure not to tap his square glasses - and looked back inside his room. It felt bleak by comparison.

So Skylar decided to go outside. He was pale from all the time he spent indoors, and didn't think to take sunscreen. Besides, the oil in it might worsen his acne spots. He packed a backpack with snacks, and took along a walking stick. He was wearing a red and black plaid button down shirt, black jeans, and running shoes.

Hiking up the mountain was easier than expected. He was fairly tall, 5'10 and 1/2, and naturally skinny. Still, he didn't always eat healthy foods, and didn't exercise frequently. He was glad his body was as strong as it was. Maybe next time he'd bring his girlfriend and they could take pictures in the wilderness together.

As Skylar hiked, he found the mountainside twisted in unexpected ways.

There was a cave up ahead, and there seemed to be smoke coming from within. Huh? Why would there be smoke?

Curiosity taking him, he decided to approach quietly. Around the cave, things seemed to quiet down. There were no birds chirping. Listening close, you could hear a deep rumble from the cave. Skylar wondered if this was a bad idea. He got ready to turn tail when he saw something. It was a glittering object, like a diamond. He blinked, wiping his glasses for a second. But when he looked back, it was gone.

Still, if the cave had gemstones it was worth checking out, right?

He carefully peeked inside the cave, getting his phone camera ready.

Then he found his phone was gone. He gasped.

"Hey, wait!"

He looked around in the cave, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. His hands brushed through his hair - he did this sometimes to calm himself down - and thought of a game plan. If his phone disappeared there were only a few places it could be, right?

He ventured deeper into the cave.

And then he saw it. His phone, face down, and right next to it... a beautiful blue dragon.

The dragon was what one might call "cute", having a small snout and long graceful wings, and looked only twice as big as he was. It was sleeping peacefully.

Skylar gasped. He'd never seen a dragon before. He didn't even know they existed! He wanted to touch it.

Yet as he crept closer, the nervousness in his stomach told him not to. Dragons weren't known to be friendly in any of the fairy tales. They were known to trick and eat people.

His hand reached for his phone instead. Barely touching it, he heard a pebble fall in the distance. Startled, he pulled his hand back with a squeak.

The dragon opened its emerald eyes.

"My, my…" It said in a gender-neutral tone. As it spoke longer however, the dragon's voice hinted at a female. "What's this? Is this a human…?"

Gulping, Skylar nodded, not daring lie to the beast.

"Interesting. I don't remember humans being quite so…" She nudged his stomach with her snout, making him flinch and giggle. "Adorable."

"Heh! W-what?" He shook his head. It was still hard to believe the sight in front of him. He gazed in awe at the creature. What did she mean by that? "H-how long have you been asleep? … Uh, h-humans have evolved, I guess?"

She eyed him with interest.

"Are there more of you I could see?" She wondered. She suddenly felt a yawn take over, opening her jaws. Skylar flinched and backed away. When the dragon looked back at him, she looked confused. "Oh? Wait. No…"

Her tone became sympathetic.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

Still trembling, Skylar nodded.

"O-okay!"

He eyed his phone on the ground. He wondered if he'd ever get it back. She looked at it in awe, wondering if this was a modern human weapon. If so, she wasn't going to take her chances.

"So, human... Tell me, what is this device?"

Skylar blanked as he tried to explain. The Dragon hummed.

"Have the humans sent you to slay me…?"

He shook his head.

"N-no! I- T-that has many functions!" He said. "It's my phone."

"Phone?"

He blanked and tried to explain. Of course someone who didn't have access to the outside world for centuries wouldn't know what that is.

"Communication device. To uh, contact other humans?"

The dragon observed the device, not sure whether to believe him. She moved towards him slowly.

"Hmm… I will believe you, if you can prove to me you're telling the truth."

Skylar took in deep breaths to remain calm.

"H-how do I do that-?"

Suddenly he flinched as the dragon put both paws on his sides. He wondered what the dragon was doing. But he didn't have to wonder for long. She started carefully massaging her paw pads up his ribs, making him laugh and try to push her away.

"Hahahaha!! Hey wait, I'm ticklish!"

He didn't like to admit it, but he was still just as ticklish as when he was a child. At 28 years old and almost 6 feet, it was easier to push people away. But the dragon was clearly stronger.

Squealing as the dragon found his armpits, Skylar doubled over and flopped onto the floor. He squirmed around.

"HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOT THEHEHEHEEHRE!"

The dragon mercilessly swirled her paw pads in circles in his armpits. Strange that she found his worst spot so easily.

"PLEHEHEEHEEHEASE!! MERCYHYHHYYHYYY!" He cried.

To his surprise she stopped, letting him breathe. She observed him closely. He just lay there and blushed, half curled up on the floor of the cave, arms around his stomach. This human was indeed different from other humans of centuries ago. He was not only much more beautiful, he also seemed like a gentle soul. One who cared for other people and animals. He did not make a move to his phone.

"Hmm…" The dragon said. "You seem non-aggressive. But answer me this: why were you climbing up the mountainside?"

"Hehe… I… I was going on a hike. I was… curious!" He said between breaths.

"Curious?" She said. And then she tickled up and down his sides. "Then tell me how you saw all the warning signs and still came here?"

"HAHAAHHAHAHAHHAAA! PLEASE!!!" He squealed, thrashing around. "I'M JUST AN IDIOT!!"

She stopped and hummed.

"And what about the sparkle of that diamond? Surely you wanted it?"

Skylar, arms wrapped around his waist, huffed. His cheeks were hot.

"Yeah, uh… But not if it belonged to someone!" He sounded like he was about to say more, but cut himself off.

The dragon observed him more. This man still seemed like he was hiding something. She nuzzled his stomach again, making him chortle.

"HAHAHAHAAHAHAAA! COHOHOHME OHOHOHHOOHOHON!"

Her nose nudged its way inside his belly button. He squealed and tried to curl up more.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHP!"

"What are you hiding, human?" She said, tapping her paws along his ribs again.

"HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEEE! NOTHIHIHIHIHING!!!"

"I think you are!" She said, getting enjoyment from hearing the human's laughter. Then she spotted the ring on his right hand. "Ooo, what's this? It's pretty!"

He quickly hid it from her sight. She'd stopped her tickling for the more curious approach of watching him closely. Wrapping his arms around his stomach, he caught his breath.

"Please… p-please… M-my girlfriend… She'll kill me if I give that to you… Please…"

The dragon eyed him up and down. His glasses on his face were crooked from all the thrashing. He seemed disheveled, his clothing wrinkled on his skinny body. He panted, cheeks red. Some of his acne spots were more noticeable.

"You have a sweetheart?"

His blue eyes looked at her hopefully.

"Y-yeah… We're uh… engaged…" He panted, yet he looked at the dragon hoping she'd understand.

"Aww! A human in love." She smiled, and crawled over to his other side, still curious.

He nodded.

"And that phone… it's not dangerous. It uh, has a lot of pictures of us together!" He explained. His heart beat fast thinking of Amber, her bright brown eyes and long auburn hair. In his eyes were a caring look. "I-I didn't come here to hunt you, I promise. I won't tell a soul!"

Her eyes softened. This man was indeed how she'd assumed: a caring soul. So she brought his phone back to him and carefully, cautiously, placed it back in his hands.

He accepted it and held it to his heart. Then he carefully placed it in his pocket, and held his hands out to the dragon to show her he didn't have any means to harm anyone.

"I, uh, I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to invade." He said sheepishly. The dragon looked at him with understanding eyes.

"That's good." She said. "I don't want any other humans to know I exist."

"Uh, yeah. And they won't!" He promised.

Taking a step back, he looked at the light of the entrance of the cave. He could leave now. But curiosity peaked him. He ran a hand through his golden hair and adjusted his glasses.

"So… y-you're a real dragon?" He said breathlessly. Carefully, he reached out his hand. "Can I… touch you?"

The dragon smiled and nodded. She saw his hand and nudged it with her snout. Skylar beamed.

"Wow…"

He felt his heart light up. This was a moment he thought would never be possible. A real dragon had made friends with him!

Carefully he stepped out of the cave with a smile as bright as the sun.

This was not what he was expecting out of his hike! But hey, he'd gotten his phone back! And he'd met a new friend who would be engraved in his memory forever.

[hitoshishins-hoe]

Heaven

Barbarian!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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Alright y’all! So I got a ton of great feedback on my fantasy au headcanons, and I was asked by several people on discord to write a one-shot based on my Bakugou headcanon, and so that’s what I decided to do! It is a bit long, and I may have gotten a little carried away, but I hope you guys like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Warnings/Triggers: swearing, slightly ooc Bakugou (I love soft Bakugou ok), nsfw, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

Tengoku - Translates to “Heaven” 

Tenshi - Translates to “Angel”

Inari - Japanese goddess of prosperity

Word count: 5k

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‘Forever’ was never in the cards for Bakugou. He planned on living fast, hard, and rich. Kicking ass, pillaging, taking revenge — but running into you made him realize maybe there’s more to life than just vigilante work. 

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“Get your ass up shitty hair, we have a city to burn!” Bakugou slaps Kirishima awake from a deep sleep. 

“Bro chill! I can’t shift now! I have to save my energy to burn said city! Why don’t we travel by foot? There’s a city nearby, maybe we can sleep on an actual bed for once?” He stretches awake, now getting dressed. 

“Nah fuck that. We can go if you want, but I’m setting up camp, I’m not staying in some nasty fucking inn.”

Kirishima sighs, but agrees. It’s not like he had much choice anyway. After all, Bakugou was his only family in this world.

After eating breakfast, the two men packed up their belongings and began the trek to Tengoku, a small village about a half a day’s hike into the mountains. 

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“Y/N! How are you my dear? What’s that you have there?” You look up from the small fragment of wood in your hand, having just finished carving the tail of a dragon. 

“Oh, good morning Tenshi! I had a dream last night about a dragon. He was red and huge, and he had a scar over his right eye.” You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck unconsciously. 

“Y’know, where I come from, those dreams that seem to be too real for comfort are just prophecy for the future.” She smiles warmly. 

Your (E/C) eyes catch a glint of sunlight at that. “Really? You really think I’ll meet a dragon someday?” You smile off into nothing. 

“Of course I do! You’ve wanted to see a dragon since you were about knee-height. And, well, every dragon has a rider, don’t they? Maybe a nice young man will come along with it. You’ve been here too long, go out and meet someone!” She laughs, knowing you’d grown up in the small village and had never left. You had no reason to. 

“Very funny, Tenshi. I’ll tell that to my dream-dragon.” You roll your eyes, focusing back down at the half-carved fragment in your hand. 

She laughs and makes her way down the small unpaved road that ran through the town, mostly lined with small tents with fresh produce, vendors, and entertainers.

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Tenshi was the town’s founder, having come from ‘across the sea.’ She’d never tell anyone more than that. No one knew her name either, but everyone had affectionately coined the name ‘Tenshi,’ meaning ‘Angel’. She was well into her 80’s at least, and she acted as the chief and village grandmother to those who needed it. 

You on the other hand were an artist. Having been raised in Tengoku by monks, you lived a quiet life. Soon into your childhood you picked up the craft of carving. You’d found a small arrowhead along the creek that ran through town and starting working away at a chunk of wood you found nearby. From then on it became a hobby, then a craft, and now an art form. You started selling them to passers-by on their way to other destinations, and it brought in enough money to buy you a permanent room at the inn with plenty to spare. 

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After Tenshi leaves, you go back to carving the dragon, each scale identical to the last. 

“How much for that one?” You yelp at the gruff voice immediately in front of you. You collect yourself and glance down at your half-finished dragon. 

“O-oh! This one? Well it’s not finished yet, I’m about halfway finished with carving and I still have to dye it! Can I offer you one of my finished pieces?” You gesture to the small table in front of you. 

The man just shakes his head, motioning to your hand. “I want that one. How long’ll it take?”

You think for a moment, and tell him maybe another 1-2 hours before the dye would dry once the carving was finished. 

He nods and grunts, making his way behind your table to the grass behind you. You look at him confused, but let it go since he’s not bothering you. 

You quickly glance behind you, offering the man a small smile. “I’m (Y/L/N) (Y/N) by the way.”

He looks up at you. “Bakugou Katsuki. Pleasure.”

You turn around sitting down in the small chair behind your table, hunched over while you carve. The man behind you doesn’t speak, and neither do you. It goes on like this for roughly an hour, until he breaks the silence. 

“Have you ever seen a dragon?” He asks you. 

You look up from your piece and sigh. “No, but it’s always been my dream, literally. I had a dream last night about a dragon. That’s what this carving is based on. There were lots of little details I remember about it. Like how there’s a scar along it’s right eye, across it’s chest, and on it’s left wing. Oddly specific, huh?” You laugh. “Our villages leader, Tenshi, says that sometimes those dreams that feel too real to be a dream are actually prophecy. Cool huh?” 

Bakugou’s eyes widen a bit, realizing you’d just described his dragon, Kirishima. 

“What is it?” You ask, noticing his change in demeanor. 

“I–” he pauses, mulling over his next words. His slack jaw turns up into a grin. “You want to meet a dragon?”

Now it’s your turn to look confused. “Y-you know one? Seriously?” You pause for a minute. “You’d better not be fucking with me.”

He chuckles “Whoa whoa princess, who says I’m fucking with you? He’s a shifter, not a full-blooded dragon but shit’s all the same to me. Finish up that carving for me and I’ll take you to him.”

Your eyes light up, feeling the sincerity in his voice. You immediately turn back to your unfinished piece, continuing on the hundreds of intricate scales. You two strike up a conversation after, both retelling stories from childhood, up to now. 

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Through talking with him you learn that he really had it rough growing up, never having a true family, much like you. He was always moving towns, doing everyone’s dirty work with little to no pay. One day he was abducted and sold into slavery at the ripe young age of 15. The man he was sold to was one of the most foul men to walk the earth. The only nice thing was his slave-mate, Eijirou Kirishima.

The two teens quickly became friends. Spending every day and night in shared quarters really gave two people time to get to know each other. Shortly after Bakugou was purchased, Kirishima confided in him that was actually a dragon-shifter. No one else knew, or else he’d either be thrown into a bidding-war, or murdered. Some envied owning a shifter, while others thought they were a sin against the balance of life itself. 

Bakugou and Kirishima continued working for their owner for another 3 years before they decided to make their move. Over time they’d taken careful note of other slave owners in the village, their schedules, how many spaces they owned, family or no family. They also managed to pilfer small amounts of money, both from their own master as well as others. 

After some reassurance from Bakugou, Kirishima was able to shift and light the village ablaze. They created a network of safe houses so the other slaves were able to reach safety before all the slave owners were burned into oblivion. 

They never looked back after that. 

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You look on with awe as Bakugou relays some of his and Kirishima’s adventures, as they continued to make their way through small towns, identifying rotten people, and “taking care of them.”

“W-wow,” you finally muster. You look down at your now finished piece, turning it in your hand. “You both sound incredible.”

He chuckles at that. “Yeah, well, what can I say. We’re both pretty damn cool.”

You laugh faintly, turning back to place your figurine into a small tin of crimson dye, allowing it to sit there for several minutes.

You both sit in silence as you pull the dragon out of the dye and set it on a drying rack. 

“You mentioned you grew up in this town, right? Why haven’t you left yet?” He asks, standing to his feet. 

You think for a minute. “I guess I haven’t really had any reason to. It’s quiet and everyone knows me here, ya know? Sure we don’t have the best food, or the best artisans, but it’s nice here.” You reply, turning to the table in front of you. 

“You realize how fucking talented you are, right? You could make four times what you make here if you were to travel to different towns.” He says sounding slightly irritated. “Don’t you want to see what else the world has to offer?”

You grow quiet, the faint smile fading from your face. “I never said I didn’t want to, but leaving everything I know, on my own completely, terrifies me.” You look down at your feet, letting out a shallow sigh.

“You can always tag along with Kirishima and I you know. I’d never oppose to a beautiful woman on my arm.” 

You look at him with wide eyes, cheeks flush. 

“Y-you just met me, you’d really take a chance on me? What if I’m a murderer or something?” You laugh nervously. 

He lunged forward at you, pinning you to the ground. You let out a soft grunt as you hit the ground, his hand pinning your arms above your head as he straddles your hips. 

“If you were a murderer, you’d never let someone get the upper hand, right?” He gives you a shit-eating grin as you huff in protest. 

“Besides, don’t you want to ‘live a little?’”

Your face cheeks deepen red in embarrassment, noticing the slight bulge in his pants so close to your heat. 

He notices your blush and snorts, hauling himself off of you, pulling you up with him. 

“How much longer on that dragon?” He asks, nodding to the drying rack. You dust yourself off, trying to hide your fading blush as you go to look at the dragon. 

“Ah, looks like it’s done!” You reply excitedly. 

You pick it up and look it over, proud of your handiwork. You then reach for Bakugou’s hand, uncurling his calloused fingers and setting the figurine in his open palm. He brings it to his face and inspects it, eyes lit with curiosity. 

“This is fucking incredible, (Y/L/N).” He says, awestruck. 

You let out a quiet ‘thank you’ and stand quiet for a moment. “You can call me (Y/N), you know. I’m not a fan of formalities.” You reply. 

Bakugou nods. “Yeah, me neither. Just call me Katsuki. And how much do I owe you for this?” He asks reaching for his coin pouch. 

“No no no! Don’t worry about it!” You exclaim, waiving your hands at him. “Please, as long as I can see a dragon I don’t need payment. It’s fine, really.”

He grunts out a ‘fine.’ And stuffs the figurine into his cloak. “Want to go see that dragon now?”

You nod eagerly, packing up your stocked items and throwing them into a bag. “Let me drop these off at the inn on our way there,” you tell him as you put up a “closed” sign on the table. 

You two travel down the now mostly empty road, dusk quickly approaching as you reach the inn. You run up to your room to put your stock away, jogging down the hall as to not keep Bakugou waiting. You grip the dresser in your room, panting as you’d worn yourself out a bit. “Katsuki,” you mumble, enjoying the way his name rolled off your tongue. 

“Yes?” You hear Bakugou’s voice from behind you. You yelp, running out the door before you could muster up an embarrassing excuse as to why you were saying his name in the mirror. 

He chuckles and follows you closely, eyes now wandering to your figure. You had on a plain dress, though it looked a tad small, only accentuating your curves. He wanted to devour you right then and there, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly, would it?

He eventually takes the lead, leading you to his small camp about a half mile outside the town. You two arrive about 20 minutes later, as the sun dips behind the mountains.

“Kirishima! We have a visitor!” Bakugou yells at the tent, a tall red-haired man poking his head out. 

“Dude, I-” He stutters, gesturing to his small protruding horns and scales on his face. You miss this exchange as you’re admiring the surrounding forest, since you’ve never been this far up the mountain before. 

“It’s fine, she’s fine.” He states gruffly, turning to you, oblivious to his state. His eyes soften as he sees you looking around the forest, admiring the sights. You notice him looking and look down at your feet, embarrassed. “C’mon, Kirishima will show you tomorrow, why don’t you sleep here tonight?” He nods at the small fire Kirishima had going. 

You sheepishly agree and make your way over to the tent, Kirishima now sitting by the fire. He extends an arm to you. “Hi! I’m Kirishima Eijirou! You can call me Kiri.” He grins, mouth full of jagged teeth. His smile is warm, and you return it in kind. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), please call me (Y/N),” you shake his hand and sit by the fire.

“Hey Bakugou, I gotta, uh...eat,” Kirishima says. “Go eat then,” Bakugou replies, sitting down between the two of you. “Don’t wait up,” he mumbles under his breath, the shifter understanding immediately. 

“Well (Y/N), it was nice meeting you! I’ll be gone for the rest of the night, but I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He smiles, running off in the opposite direction of Tengoku.

Shortly after Kirishima leaves, you heave out a sigh and flop backwards onto the grass, looking at the stars. Bakugou looks down at you, still amazed at how oblivious you are. He eventually lays his head next to yours, grunting as his head hits the ground. “Ow,” he grumbles, having hit it harder than he intended. You laugh at the whack  sound his head makes, spinning into a fit of laughter when he starts whispering profanities at the ground. 

“Hey, what are you laughing at, princess? You think it’s funny?” You wipe away a tear as your laughs turn into sniffles. 

“Maybe a little bit,” you laugh again. 

“Uh huh. You ticklish, sweetheart?” he smirks, your face paling at his threat. 

“Shi-,” you barely get anything out before he has you pinned, hands attacking your sides. 

“N-no! Please s-stop! I can’t take it!” You cry, the tickling so intense your eyes fill with tears.

“If you want me to stop, make me,” he smiles smugly. 

Having gained a new wave of confidence, you take your knee up to his groin and rub against his bulge, eliciting a moan from Bakugou, distracting him just long enough to flip your bodies so you now straddled him. 

Now he’s the one to be taken aback by your sudden change of attitude. “Where’d this come from?” He asks, his hands settling on your hips. 

You lean forward, your hands finding his chest underneath his heavy pelt as you bring your face just inches from his. “You were the one that said I should ‘live a little’, right? That’s what I’m doing.” 

He smirks, hands gripping tighter to your thighs. “Alright then brat, show me whatcha got.”

You lock your lips against his, his breath hot against your nose as you start to grind against him. He lets out a breathy moan, giving you enough space to slip your tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. It’s not long before the bulge in his pants is now straining against the fabric.

You slowly remove his pelt, revealing a well-built but scarred chest. You move your lips to his neck, gently sucking on the skin just beneath his jaw. 

“Fuck,” he groans as you suck on his sweet spot. You trail your kisses down his chest, leaving love bites in your wake. 

“You done this before?” Bakugou looks down at you, your hands now grasping the waistband of his pants. 

“N-no,” you stutter. “I only know what the entertainers in town have told me.” he replies with a weak tch as you continue. 

You undo his belt and slip his pants along with his boxers down around his ankles, his cock springing free from the confining material. Your eyes go wide at the size of him, never having seen a dick in person before. Noticing your hesitation, he smirks down at you. 

“What, don’t tell me you’re gonna back out now,” he laughs tauntingly. “We’re just ge—fuuuuck!” His face tenses as you lick a long stripe against the underside of his cock. 

You slowly coax his hardened member into your mouth, throat clenching as you slowly start sliding it in and out. You start at a steady pace, using your hand where your mouth can’t reach. Bakugou moans as you grow used to the size of him, taking more of him into your mouth inch by inch. Bakugou slowly starts to buck his hips up into your mouth, beginning to face fuck you as your throat clenches with every thrust. Your eyes brim with tears as the tip repeatedly hits the back of your windpipe. Your core begins to ache with neglect as Bakugou’s hips begin to stutter.

“F-fuck, I’m going to come,” he breathes as he thrusts into your mouth a handful more times before your mouth is filled with his salty seed. 

You slowly slip his cock from your mouth as you gulp down the liquid, wiping your mouth as you do so.

He chuckles, smug grin returning to his face. “Not bad for a first-timer,” he says, flipping you both so that he’s now straddling your hips.

He leans in next your ear and whispers “My turn,” as he bites down on your earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

He kisses up your neck and jaw to your lips, pressing his body to yours. He momentarily breaks the kiss, his hands snaking under your dress, pulling it up over your shoulders, revealing your bare chest.

He trails kisses down your neck softly sucking, leaving love bites as you did to him. One of his hands makes its way to your already hard nipple, lightly tugging on it while his tongue swirls your other bud, eliciting a small moan from you. 

He continues his assault down your front, kissing your soft curves as his lips reach your waistline. His vermillion eyes meet yours as his fingers hook the band of your underwear and slide them down until they’re discarded on the ground, his lips never leaving your body.

He kisses your inner thighs, sending shivers up your spine, your mouth now agape as your core aches with want.

“Already so wet for me,” he coos, warm breath fanning your now bare cunt.

You moan, shifting your legs open wider, giving Bakugou better access. He kisses your now soaking heat, slowly prodding you open with his tongue. 

“Pl-please go slow,” you whisper, threading your fingers through his slightly damp hair. 

He reaches a hand up to your face, slowly stroking your cheek reassuringly. 

“Don’t worry princess, I know what I’m doing.” he replies, sliding his hand back down to your waist. 

“Let me know if you’re ever in pain, okay? I’ll stop immediately.”

You give him a curt nod as he slips his index finger into his mouth, turning his attention back to what’s in front of him. 

He slowly slides his finger into you, causing you to clench in discomfort. He stays still for a moment before he slowly starts sliding his finger in and out of your heat, already dripping with your arousal. After a short while he adds in a second finger, his eyes continuously flicking up to your face to gauge your reactions. 

Your eyes are clenched in pleasure, soft moans and mumbles of his name falling from your mouth. “K-Katsuki,” you start, slowly opening your eyes.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asks, still sliding his now coated fingers in and out of you. 

“Please fuck me,” your cheeks flush at your outburst. 

He smirks at that, sliding his fingers out of you, as you sigh at the loss of contact. He licks his fingers clean and pulls himself up to you, kissing you more fervently this time. 

You taste yourself on your tongue as you moan, Bakugou slipping his tongue into your mouth. He reaches down to himself pumping his cock several times, long since hard again. He lines up with your entrance, breaking your kiss momentarily. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, meeting your gaze.

You eagerly nod, as he does as well. He slowly slides himself into you, as you wince with pain. His eyes never leave you, even as your eyes close as you focus on the mild pain as he slowly stretches you. You start to relax as he bottoms out, stilling there for a moment to give you time to adjust. 

After a heavy sigh from you, he begins to move, slowly at first, barely sliding several inches in and out of you. 

“You can move, Katsuki,” you breathe. 

He grunts in agreeance as he picks up the pace, balls slapping against your heat as he nestles his face into the crook of your shoulder. 

It isn’t long before you feel a knot in your stomach, on the verge of coming undone. 

“Katsuki, I–” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as he continues to pound into you. 

You come with a flash of white, clenching around him as your vision blurs. The feeling of you squeezing around him so tightly sends Bakugou over the edge not long after, a strangled moan leaving him as he paints your insides white. 

After several more thrusts he slips himself from you, collapsing next to you, quickly pulling you to his warm chest. 

You two stay like that for a bit, both lightly panting from your orgasms. You slowly curl yourself into him, his arm wrapping around you as your sigh. 

“My offer still stands. You can come with us, you know.” He breaks the silence, as you slowly look up at him. 

His eyes meet yours as you quickly turn away, cheeks pink with slight embarrassment.

“I feel like I’d slow you guys down,” you sigh, readjusting yourself as the cold night air starts to register. “Besides, I don’t know if I’d even be useful.”

He rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t ask you along if I didn’t want you there. I feel like you’d be able to help funnel people out while Kirishima and I handle the rest. You’re good with people, right? You’d be able to do a lot of fucking good, (Y/N). And besides, your work is too damn amazing to stay locked away here. Don’t stay cramped up in this little town the rest of your life. Do something, you know?” He says gruffly. 

You lay in silence for a moment, processing his proposal. You pull yourself to a sitting position, and Bakugou shortly follows suit. 

You turn to him, pulling his face to yours and kiss him gently. 

“You know what? Sure. Why not?” You grin, filled with fresh resolve. 

He smirks at that, pulling you back to his chest as he lays back down in the cool grass. He reaches for a discarded item of clothing and wipes the both of you up. He throws you your dress and you slip it back on, as he finds some clothing to put back on as well.

Using each other for warmth, sleep takes you both, sunrise still a handful of hours away. 

—

You awake with the sun, hazy oranges and purples dancing behind your eyelids as the sun drags up over the horizon. You pull yourself up, stretching as you yawn away your drowsiness. 

You look down at Bakugou, his mouth slightly agape as he slowly stirs awake. You smile, thinking about all the things you hoped to do. Sight-seeing, exploring new foods, selling your trinkets to new markets of people; the opportunities seem endless. 

“Hey! Glad to see you’re awake! I stopped by earlier but you two were still passed out, so I went into town and got some food!” You hear Kirishima’s voice to your left, his arms full of cloth sacks, presumably filled with food. 

“Good morning,” you reply, voice still thick with sleep as he hands you a bag. 

He sits to the right of you, Bakugou stirring on your left as you open the bag and start eating. 

Bakugou eventually sits up, rubbing his eyes as Kirishima hands him a sack as well, Bakugou muttering a low “thank you” as he still struggles to wake up. 

The three of you sit in silence for a while, as you all finish up your food. 

Bakugou is the first to speak up, setting his discarded wrappings on the ground beside him. “(Y/N) here’s going to join us, she can help evacuate people as we do the rest.”

“Sweet! You’ll fit right in!” Kirishima smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

“I do have to collect my things from town, and say goodbye to everyone, but I’m ready to go after that!” you smile back, taking a sip of water.

Bakugou stands up, taking everyone’s discarded food wrappings and throwing them into a sack as the three of you clean up camp.

As day breaks, the three of you make your way into town, conversing along the way.

Before long you reach Tengoku, the sun now high above your heads as you make your way to the inn. It doesn’t take long to pack your small number of things. You don’t have much more than a week’s worth of clothing, a hand-carved hairbrush, and a handful of figurines, as well as a couple of knives. 

The three of you walk back to the front desk, returning your key to the innkeeper, exchanging pleasantries and a tearful goodbye. 

You slowly make your rounds around Tengoku, wishing everyone well and promising you’d be back. 

The hardest person to leave is of course Tenshi.

At present she’s at the local shrine, paying her respects. The three of you stop at the bottom of the steps, as to not disturb her. 

“Can you guys give me a minute?” You ask hesitantly, placing your bag on the ground. The pair of men nod as you slowly make your way to the top of the shrine. 

“Hey Tenshi,” you start, gently placing a shaky hand on her shoulder. She opens her eyes and stands from her kneeling position and turns to you, tears welling in her eyes. 

She smiles softly, taking your hands in hers. “I was just praying for you,” she says, slowly rubbing circles into the backs of your hands. “I spoke with Inari this morning, and she told me what you set out to do, and I’m so very proud of you, (Y/N).” she gleams. 

You smile and bring her small frame to yours in a tight embrace, failing to hold back tears.

“You'll be back,” she says as you both pull away. “I know you will.”

You smile at that, knowing she knew better than anyone what the future holds. 

You make your way back down the steps, eyes still slightly puffy as you reach Kirishima and Bakugou. 

“You good?” Bakugou asks, handing you your duffel bag. 

You nod, assuring him you’d be fine. Kirishima hands off his bags to Bakugou and starts to stretch out his limbs as Bakugou drops the bags next to you. 

Your thoughts are pulled to Kirishima as you see him out of the corner of your eye stretching. You give him a sideways glance, slightly confused at what he was doing. 

Bakugou observes you and snorts. “Hey I promised you a dragon, didn’t I? He can’t transform if his damn limbs are stiff.”

You mouth an “oh” as Kirishima takes a deep breath and his skin begins to darken to a crimson red. 

A tail slowly protrudes from his lower back as he begins to grow in size. His arms lengthen to match his legs as they progressively become longer and thicker, ends coming to sharp onyx claws. His face elongates into a snout, his mouth lined with the same jagged teeth he adorns in his human form. Wings twice the length of his now massive body protrude from his back, varying shades of crimson and black, a scar running along the crease of his left wing. He shakes himself out, his scales catching the sunlight, reflecting tinges of black and purple. 

Honestly, you’re awestruck. You’ve never seen something so massive and beautiful in your life. Bakugou’s eyes never leave you, admiring your face of wonder. You slowly make your way around to Kirishima’s front, his eyes catching yours as he brings his face level with you. Your eyes immediately land on his notable scar over his right eye, and you reach out to it, brushing your hand over his face. You walk back around to his side, dragging your palm against his scaly skin as you walk back to Bakugou. 

“W-wow,” is all you can utter as Bakugou chuckles. 

“He is somethin’, huh? Let’s get going.” He replies, hoisting you onto Kirishima’s back. 

He tosses you the remaining bags and pulls himself up as well, settling himself directly in front of you. You take one more glance back at the shrine, Tenshi now waving at you. You wave back, flashing Tenshi a toothy grin. You then turn to face Bakugou, your arms snaking around his thin waist. His muscles tense under you as he slaps Kirishima’s back, signaling it was time to go. 

Without time to register, Kirishima shoots up into the sky, your hands finding purchase on Bakugou’s pelt as you hold on for dear life. As quickly as it starts it’s over, Kirishima leveling out amongst the clouds. 

It’s breathtaking. The heat of the day melts away as the air pressure drops, the clouds breezing by. You feel like you could float on endlessly, and with Bakugou at your fingertips and Kirishima securely beneath you, you feel like you’re in heaven. 

[theshapeshifter100]

Wolf and Raven Chapter 1

Been a while since I’ve done anything like this huh? Further explanations will be at the end.

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Masterlist

Snow always seemed to dampen noise. Even though there was some wind to be felt within the trees, it could barely be heard. It gently tossed snow and teased the edge of furs belonging to a figure with amber eyes just within the treeline. Watched the shore, waiting, hoping.

A black dot appeared on the horizon, getting larger and larger every second until a raven landed on the shore.

The figure within the tree line shot to their feet and began to walk out, only to pause as the raven changed shape.

Standing in the raven’s place was a woman, dark skin and hair with feathers intertwined with a braid at front and across the scalp. Clad in black clothing with a raven’s outstretched wings etched across her chest, and in one hand held a Staff of Power. Raven’s Staff of Power, but this was not the Raven the figure in the trees knew.

The woman turned slowly, scanning the water and the treeline, pausing only for a moment as her eyes landed on the hider’s position.

Finally, the person in the treeline left, trying to appear at ease as she approached. In contrast to the solid black of the woman on shore, this person had silvery hair tied back in a plait that poked out of her hood, dressed warmly in grey and white furs. She pulled down the fur lined cloak hood, appraising the newcomer with amber eyes, while a curved scar ran across her cheek.

“Did Raven send you?”

The woman clad in black narrowed her eyes a fraction. “I think you will find that I am Raven.”

“I see,” the woman in furs glanced at the Staff of Power in Raven’s hand. It was a bit more ornate than she remembered, perhaps to emulate the new holder. “My apologies Raven. Thank you for answering my call.”

“If it was your call I answered, then you must be Wolf?”

“I am she,” Wolf inclined her head slightly. “Welcome to my home.”

Raven scanned the snowy treeline behind them, nodding ever so slightly, her expression carefully schooled.

“I take it you were not expecting me,” Raven said, unreadable eyes meeting Wolf’s.

“I was not,” Wolf answered honestly. “I knew your predecessor, I was expecting him, if he came at all.”

“I hope to not disappoint.”

“I am sure that you will not,” Wolf smiled. “Are your Warriors on their way?”

“Aye. They will be here within the hour.”

“Excellent,” Wolf turned her gaze towards the water. “Please do not be insulted by them having to complete trials, the Giants wish to make their judgements.”

“I was expecting it,” Raven nodded, followed Wolf’s gaze.

Wolf nodded, folding her arms and shifting her weight slightly. The water was still as glass, reflecting the clear sky perfectly. Yet the wind still whipped by, catching whisps of hair that weren’t caught in the plait.

“Your message was not detailed,” Raven noted. “It merely asked for the help of Raven and the Warriors against a threat. What is happening here?”

Wolf took a deep breath. “I will explain in more detail once the Warriors arrive, but simply, the land is dying, and I believe that, Nevar, is behind it.”

Raven stiffened beside her before nodding. “Nevar is trapped in a desolate realm, but he seems to be able to influence this world from it, and move between at times.”

“I have seen his demons,” Wolf’s face twisted. “Whether Nevar is physically here is irrelevant. I can feel him. Like a rabbit feels the gaze of a hawk.”

Raven glanced up. “I feel it also.”

“It is worse the further you go into the forest,” Wolf shifted her weight again. “I hope that your Warriors are up to the task.”

“They will be.”

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Raven’s timekeeping was excellent. An hour later four canoes had been pulled up onto shore and 16 Warriors were assembled. They were split into four groups of four, dressed in red, blue, green and white. They were the Stoats, the Bears, the Lynx and the Hawks, respectively.

Raven stepped towards them.

“Warriors,” she spoke. “Welcome to the Wilds of the North. We have been summoned here to aid in a great peril. Nevar and his forces have reached this place, and we will need your help to remove him,” she turned to look at Wolf. “This is Wolf, the one who summoned us here, she will provide more information.”

Wolf stepped forward, eying the Warriors. They were young, too young in her opinion. However their faces were determined and they held themselves with great confidence.

“I have sensed Nevar’s presence within this land for several weeks, and have heard word on the wind that he and his forces have set up a fortress in the heart of this forest,” Wolf cast her arm back to gesture to the trees behind her. “At the centre of this forest stands a mighty tree, which is the beating heart of these lands. Recently a dark corruption has spread from the heart, poisoning the creatures of this land.

“The rulers of this land, the Giants, also fear. For they are connected to this land as any of the trees, and this corruption is weakening them. They are the ones who asked for me to call for help, and they will be the ones testing you. They cannot risk the impure of heart reaching the Heart Tree.

“More shall be explained as time goes on, but for now we shall proceed to the leadership trials. Follow me.”

Wolf began to walk into the trees and Raven followed, the Warriors in single file behind.

The Leadership trials were simple, one physical and one mental challenge for each team. Above them the trees creaked and groaned and Wolf could feel the Giants watching, judging.

The Leaders were selected and Wolf stepped forward.

“Congratulations Warriors, your leaders have been selected. Heed them well. Leaders, look out for you team, guide them well. The Giant’s Trials will begin tomorrow, so I suggest you get plenty of rest. I shall report back to the Giants, and reconvene with you all in the morrow. Goodnight.”

Wolf stepped away from the group, changing into a grey wolf before loping off into the forest.

Raven watched the Warriors set up camp until she noticed the purple glow coming the Raven’s Eye. With a quick excuse she walked into the trees, away from camp, and summoned Raven of Old.

A man in a black feathered mantle and black cloak, black hair and beard appeared from purple smoke.

“Is everything proceeding as planned?” he asked.

“The Warriors have arrived safely and have selected their leaders. They will be ready for the challenges that await them.”

Raven of Old nodded. “And Wolf?”

“She has been helpful. She is advising the Warriors and acting as liaison for the Giants.”

Raven of Old looked away briefly before looking back at Raven. “I suggest that you be careful around her. Do not trust her.”

“Why? Do you not trust her?”

Raven of Old levelled his gaze at Raven, eyes peering right through her. “She has betrayed me before. Keep your eye on her.”

“I understand,” Raven tilted her head ever so slightly.

Raven of Old nodded in approval before looking around the snow covered trees. “This is a strange land, with many enemies. I will do my best to gather information on Nevar’s forces from the desolate realm. Keep your wits about you young Raven, and may the luck of the Raven’s Eye be with you.”

“Thank you Raven,” Raven nodded, before Raven of Old disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

For a moment, Raven let the mask slip, uncertainty flitting across her face before squaring her shoulders and walking back to camp.

Wolf meanwhile had run to the outskirts of the forest, where the trees gave way to the grey rock and scrubby grass of the mountain foothills. She sat for a moment, tongue lolling as she caught her breath, before tilting her head back and howling.

By the time the first echo had faded, the rocks in front of her had moved, shifting and twisting until they resembled one, massive, foot.

The sky darkened above her as the mountain moved, and a rocky hand lowered, each finger the width of a canoe. Wolf stepped onto the hand and settled in the palm as it rose up again. She shifted to human as the hand brought her higher, and stood up when the hand juddered to a halt.

A face loomed in the clouds, craggy lips as long as a tree was tall and eyes more than twice the size of Wolf’s head. The skin was the colour of the rock, in fact it was the rock. These weren’t mountains, but the sleeping Giants themselves.

“Reeeepoooort,” the Giant rumbled like thunder.

“The Warriors show promise, they have selected their leaders from the trials, and will be ready for the challenges you bring in the morning.”

“Aaaand the Daaark Oooone?”

“There was no sign of him. Your wards around the trials were effective.”

“Gooood. The Raaaaven whoooo iiiis nooot a raaaaven, hooooow faaaaress sheee?”

“She appears to fare well. She was not who I expected, but I will take what help I can get.”

“Gooood. Reeest liiiittle Woooolf. Theee fooorest groooows daaarkeerrr eeeaach daaaay.”

“I will. I know.”

The hand began to lower her back to the ground, and once down Wolf began to hike back to her own camp.

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A/N

So, hi. Been a while since I actually posted something here that wasn’t The Watch AU related, huh?

It's not that I haven't been writing, just not anything that's finished, and you all know I don't like to start posting stuff unless the whole thing is finished.So, this is still fanfiction. This is fanfiction for the series Raven, from CBBC. If you've never heard of it, it's a medieval themed gameshow that I grew up with that aired from 2002-2010 with the og Raven (here as Raven of Old), played by James Mackenzie, and returned for 2 series in 2017-2018 with a new Raven played by Aisha Toussaint, with Raven of Old popping in in a similar manner to what was in this chapter.

This is going to be in the style of the story based spin-offs (Raven: The Island, Raven: The Secret Temple, and Raven: The Dragon's Eye), with less focus on the contestants/Warriors and more on the acted characters. I had this idea around 2009 and recently got reminded of it and wanted to make it half decent. Obviously when I first thought of this, James Mackenzie was still playing Raven all the time and there was not even a hint of Aisha Toussaint's Raven, but there you go.

Wolf is my OC in all of this, and the Giants and the Land to the North are my own concept, but Nevar and both Ravens are canon to the Raven universe.

Thank you to @fairyofsomething for reading this over for me!

Giant Speech not elongated

“Report,”

“And the Dark One?”

“Good. The Raven who is not a raven, how fares she?”

“Good. Rest little Wolf. The forest grows darker each day.”

[aweebwrites]

Move On Dragons Ch1

(This is gonna be hella long so chapters. :P)

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"Alright. The Oni are old news. Maybe we can finally do some sight seeing?" Jay asked, resting his hand on his jaw, completely bored.

Ever since the defeat of the Oni 3 whole days ago, they've been doing nothing but damage control. Not all them though. They had to stay at the Monastery while Kai, Lloyd and the other dragons went out and about. They all seemed oddly serious after the first day but even now being able to speak like them and understand them didn't get them involved. Sure the mountain was pretty amazing on its own but there's only so many times they can go hiking along the height of it before they grew sick of it.

"Don't get your hopes up. Things are still a little tense around here." Nya says with a shrug, laying on her back and cloud watching, eyes occasionally drifting to the planet's rings and moons, still visible in the light of day.

"Nya is correct. If the dragons have reason to be tense still then we shouldn't relax either." Zane told them, resisting the urge to listen in on a group of very anxious dragons speaking to each other in low tones.

"I'm more curious how we can understand them though. We haven't been here for as long as Kai." Cole says with a contemplating look.

"I have a theory for that." Zane says, focusing on Cole. "Logic doesn't quite work the same here so it is safest to assume that it is due to our powers were merged with the other dragons' for some time. I feel our powers have drawn from the draconic ways during. We can't say for sure if they can speak like us now however. Not without asking and at the moment, interruption is not a good idea." He says, looking across at the brooding Smoke and Shadow dragons.

"Huh. The more you know." Nya says intrigued.

"That's cool and all but th- ow!" Jay yelped then stuck his now bleeding tongue out.

"I think that's a safe sign for you to shut up." Cole chuckled and Jay pouted as they laughed at him.

Meanwhile, Kai and Oni Lloyd looked back at them hearing their conversation, the first half sending a feeling of guilt through them both. They've been so busy with the dragons, they accidentally left their friends in the dark… Again. They shared a look, no words passing between them, their expressions saying it all. Kai sighed, looking troubled before he nodded. They both took a short lope over on all fours, stopping before the group.

"So. Bad news." Kai says once he had their attention, his long scaled tail flickering anxiously. "The Oni may be gone but the damage they left behind still lingers." He told them and they looked confused.

"What kind of damage? The crater?" Cole asked, puzzled.

"The crater is not even a problem to begin with." Lloyd spoke up, sitting on his haunches. "The clouds they spread out almost globally is the problem. It might be gone but it had been there a while." He explained, tapping a claw against the rock that made up the mountain beneath them.

"Two months or so." Kai clarified. "The wildlife here couldn't handle it, the lack of sunlight combined with the heavily reduced oxygen levels… Well, that leaves us with over 80% of both flora and fauna perishing." He says and they all gasped.

"Holy heck! That's- that's mass extinction, isn't it?!" Jay asked, looking to Zane.

"Correct." The Nindroid confirmed but frowned. "But if that is the case then-"

'We can't live here anymore.' They looked up to Morro who padded over with Lloyd and the others. 'At least, not for long.' That last bit was hushed.

'It would take years for Nindrago to recover from this. Years we don't have. At the rate of how things are going… We're on the brink of extinction as well.' Dragon Zane says solemnly. 'All of our major food sources have dried up already. The rainbow fish from the underground river ran dry today. What we've gathered is hardly enough to feed us as is.' He continued and the ninja looked horrified.

'Our future… Looks very bleak.' Dragon Lloyd says quietly.

'W-we can't just sit back and let that happen!' Jay yelled, getting to his feet. 'There has to be some way to fix things!' He says determinedly, the others agreeing as they stood.

'Unless you can magically reverse the damage the Oni left behind, there's nothing to do.' Morro growled, glaring at Jay.

'Take it easy Morro.' Kai says, reaching out to stroke his closest leg comfortingly. 'There has to be a way. And we'll find it.' He says, looking up at him, eyes blazing in determination.

Morro wanted to say otherwise, to put out that foolish hope they all had. But.. The truth of it all is that he was hopeful too. In his eyes, Kai can do anything. Surely he could help them with this too.

'If only we could live in your world instead…' Dragon Jay huffed sadly.

They all snapped their heads up at that.

'That's it!' Human Nya gasped. 'They could live with us!' She grinned.

'Yeah! And since time runs slower there than here, they could always go back after a few years have passed here!' Human Cole agreed.

'Is it even possible? I mean, it's all of us this time, not just a few. That's a little over a hundred dragons. Can your world handle so many of us?' Dragon Lloyd asked seriously, wanting to hope this was the solution but not wanting to pressure their world with their presence.

'Ninjago is large and admittedly mostly empty. Most of the population resides in New Ninjago city. Otherwise, it's scattered villages and small towns. My estimate indicates we would have enough resources to hold the entire population for a very long time. That is, if there isn't a population bloom.' Zane was quick to calculate, his robotic eyes glowing even more as he ran the estimates.

'No need to worry about that. We dragons live for a very long time. Mating is only once every 200 solar cycles. We are only 14 in.' Blaze reassured them.

'So it's possible?! Are we really doing it?!' Dragon Cole asked excitedly.

'Hold on, I should let my dad know first.' Dragon Lloyd pointed out.

'And we should probably talk to Sensei Wu about this too.' Oni Lloyd added.

'Then we'll pop back into our world real quick and grab Sensei to discuss here.' Kai says, pulling out the Dimensional Crystal.

'We'll see you in a bit.' Dragon Lloyd says, walking over to nuzzle Kai.

'Don't worry, we'll sort this out.' Kai says softly, reaching out to pat Morro's snout once he came closer.

'I don't doubt.' Morro huffed, pressing his snout into Kai's hand for a moment then stepped back.

Kai grinned at them then stepped back a bit.

He then held the Crystal up, watching it glow before opening a portal back to their Monastery.

"Let's go!" Cole says, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "The quicker we do this, the better." He says and the other ninja nodded.

They hopped through with all of their supplies, landing out in the training yard of their Monastery.

"Ok, let's find and grab Sensei Wu." Kai told them and they nodded, rushing in and dropping their bags at the door.

"Sensei!" Nya called out, looking around for him.

"Oh? Back so soon-"

"Sorry Sensei, no time for talking here." Zane says, taking him by the hand as Kai held up the crystal again.

"Wait, I-"

"We can talk later. In you go." Kai says, going in before them as a precaution before Cole and Zane all but carried Wu through.

The other ninja followed with Lloyd taking a last glance around before hopping through, the portal that vanished immediately after. The Sensei blinked once he arrived in the draconic world, awed at the large Monastery they had. 

"Ok, so here's the deal Sensei." Jay began to explain. "The Oni are dealt with thanks to reverse rules here but the Oni messed up basically the whole planet." He says, surprising Wu.

"The cloud over blocked the sun for an extended time period that also included drastically reduced oxygen emissions inside the cloud." Zane took over. "This lead to a mass extinction of both fauna and flora life. The Dragons are already low on food right now and the only way to save them all-"

"Is by letting them come with us to Ninjago to stay." Lloyd told him, watching their Sensei frown.

"Zane's already run the numbers. They can all live with us in Ninjago while this place recovers. It won't impact Ninjago too much, aside from a little over 100 dragons living there. They'll stay away from cities and villages!" Nya added.

"And even then, they still have a lot of space to roam! Lots of food too!" Cole piped in.

"Their world, Nindrago only needs a few years to recover. In about two months in our world, 5 years would have passed here. By then we could start checking to see how things are going." Kai added and they all looked to Wu, trying to will him to say yes with the force of their collective puppy eyes.

"... I see. The situation does indeed seem dire." Wu spoke up, stroking his beard as all 6 of his students awaited his decision. "But perhaps it would be wise to discuss this with the dragon elders before hastily deciding." He says and the team grinned but their grins quickly fell as they noticed their Sensei's clothes moving unnaturally, as if something was crawling up to his neck. 

"Uh, Sensei… What's-" Before Jay could finish his sentence, a small head popped up from his collar. 

They all stared at the charcoal serpentine head that peered out from their Sensei's collar, the shiny red slotted eyes looking at them curiously. The eyes then locked onto Lloyd before the creature gave an excited chirp, launching out of Wu's clothes despite him trying to catch and stop him. The small- dragon they could now see it was- landed painfully on its back but that didn't stop the wingless dragon from skittering towards Lloyd and climbing up him quickly, coiling its small, lean body around his neck, rubbing against his cheek with happy purrs.

They all stared at the dragon that was quite cuddly with Lloyd then back at their Sensei who cleared his throat.

"That was what I had tried informing you of. But right now, we have more important matters to attend to." Wu says, gesturing for them to lead the way.

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(Sorry for the constant updates. I'm just feeling all over the place. Hyper mentally yet unable to properly focus on one thing. Anyway that aside, them! I got that smol dragon idea from the Whip City Discord but I'm not about to push out any spoilers! I just,,, got an amazing idea for Jay,,,, *excitement noises here* I'll try to make chapters longer from now on. I hope this isn't too annoying. Thanks for reading!)

[fallen029]

Wakaba or macao saw Miraxus made out and told everyone

He actually wasn’t supposed to do it anymore.

He wasn’t the master any longer, so it was wrong of him, Macao knew, to be sneaking in to take things from the guildhall.

But he wasn’t stealing!

No, no, nothing like that.

Rather, well, it was hard, you know? Being a single father and all? Laundry and things were not stuff that men should be forced to remember, he always felt, and it was just him and Romeo. Between the two of them, things like washing dishes or making sure there was at least some sort of towel around, in the bathroom, was a bit of a hassle. Neither was any good at keeping house and, well, so what? Huh? If sometimes he came in and borrowed things from the hall?

He always returned them.

Always.

Seriously.

He would take a towel here, a dish there, maybe some napkins. No big deal. He could probably even tell the Master and Mirajane about it and they wouldn’t even care. Bet.

But…

He didn’t.

Why bother those two busy people with something that they clearly wouldn’t care about? At all? If he mentioned it? Huh?

Heh.

It was while he was sneaking around after close anyways, grabbing more than just a couple things that he was definitely going to replace, don’t even worry about it, when he heard it. The sounds of someone else in there. With him.

He was coming back from the pool area, towels under one arm, and before, when he’d headed that way, there’d been no lights on in the place. At all. But there was one now, coming down from the hall of the Master’s office.

Shit.

Shit.

Macao was gonna book it the fuck outta there, but something stopped him in his tracks. He’d figured it was the Master back there, probably snoozing in his office and had lost track of time. Now he was up and getting ready to head out.

But no.

That giggle…

It definitely wasn’t the Master.

“Stop,” came a fevered insistence. “We can’t here.”

Mirajane.

Mirajane Strauss.

Mirajane Strauss and the…the fucking Master? Makarov? The old man?

Macao tore across the empty bar area then, all the way to the back hall, peering down it first to be certain of it’s emptiness, then to creep ever so slowly closer to where the light was emanating. On bated breath, he peered around the doorway, hoping his shadow wasn’t caught, planning on getting an eye full.

Mostly of Mirajane, of course.

And the Master, but purely to inform the others of this…indiscretion. This disgusting, abuse of power indiscretion that he wished he’d been aware of, during his tenor.

Err…

“Why not? Huh?”

“We’re not going to do this in your grandfather’s office, Laxus. Don’t be gross.”

“It’s not gross.” There was a pause. “It’s a power thing. Fucking old man.”

“I hope you don’t fuck old men. Although, I could transform-”

“Don’t ruin this, demon.”

“There is no this.”

“I got you, I got a desk, and I got a raging-”

“Laxus.”

“You don’t know what I was gonna say.”

Macao didn’t know what he was going to say, to the others, as he stood there in shock, forgetting to stay hidden or to worry about his shadow or them even just sensing him, standing there, in the doorway to Makarov’s office, watching at the shocking scene before him. There she was Mirajane, sitting up on the edge of the old man’s desk, her dress hiked up just enough for Laxus to stand between her legs.

Neither were undressed, from what he could tell, but their heads were angled towards one another and he’d never heard her voice, Mirajane’s, in such a way. Not all forced bubbly and innocuous. It was sultry almost, now, if not a bit deeper than usual. Laxus, however, seemed higher, if it was possible, and kind of loopy. Intoxicated.

“I know what you were gonna say. Dragon.”

She sang that, Mirajane did, as a hand came up to toy with his golden locks.

“What was I gonna say it?” He didn’t sing it, but his voice was on another level then, one that Macao wished he’d never heard. “Demon?”

“You know what you were gonna say.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“I don’t wanna say it.”

“But I want you to.”

“How much do you want me to?”

“So much. I want you to say it so much.”

“Mmmm.”

“That’s not saying it, Mira. I want to hear you-”

“Is someone here?”

It happened in a split second. Macao, finally realizing his folly, had taken a step back, from the doorway, but this caused his shadow to quickly and briefly fall over the pair. Enough to catch Mirajane’s eyes.

“What?” Laxus growled, just from the thought, but it didn’t matter now as Macao transformed then, into a tiny salamander, scurrying down the dark hallway to a crevice, to hide. “If someone’s there, they better fucking come out?”

Laxus left the room then, to stalk around a bit and make a few threats, but when it was clear to him that they were alone, he went back to Mirajane, this time slamming the office door behind himself.

Macao used the reprieve to make his escape.

Still, it haunted him that night, as he slipped back into his tiny home undetected by his snoozing son, empty handed. But oh, his mind was more than filled. With racing thoughts and concerns and, oh man, how was he going to do it?

Tell the others.

And…should he tell them?

“You’ll never guess whose fucking.”

Of course he’d tell them.

“Sure as hell ain’t you.”

Well, he was gonna tell Wakaba.

He snorted, Macao did, as they sat at a table together, both with mugs filled to the brim and his friend with a lit cigar dangling from his lips.

“Oh yeah?” Macao challenged then, with a glare at the other man. “And you’re just gettin’ every night from the old wife, huh?”

“Least I can keep mine pleased.”

“Pretty easy when she’s the size of a cow. Milk her once a day, do ya?”

“Watch your mouth.”

“You watch yours.”

They glared at one another then and, in their younger days, they might even have thrown down. But Wakaba’s back had been hurting him recently and, after running all the way home the night before, Macao wasn’t looking to do anything too strenuous.

So they stewed, over their drinks, and when Kinana passed by to do refills, both grumbled out an obliging request.

“So,” Wakaba finally rose to the bait after a few minutes of sulking had passed. “You gonna tell me who’s gettin’ from who? Must be pretty important, you bringing it up and all.”

Falling back out of his agree, Macao grunted some before saying, “You could say that.”

“So?” the other man prompted again. “You gonna get to it or what?”

“How about you guess, huh?” Macao shook his head some at the thought. “You’d never guess it.”

“Just supposed to guess from everybody on the fuckin’ planet, or you gonna help me out here?”

“Two people in this guildhall.”

“Pretty big guildhall.”

“But,” Macao offered, feeling generous in the moment, “they’re not here right now.”

“Not here right now, huh?” Wakaba glanced around. Then, with a bit of a shrug, he took a shot in the dark. “Mirajane and Laxus?”

Macao spit out half his drink, all over himself, and Romeo groaned from where he was at a nearby table, trying to explain to a new move he’d just worked out to Natsu. At the sight of his old man being such an embarrassment, Romeo hid his head in his hands though, honestly, Natsu wasn’t snickering out of superiority; more so because some of the drink had gotten on Lucy as she passed by.

“Ah! Luce! You’re soaked!”

“It’s not funny!”

“I, uh,” Macao stuttered as Wakaba just frowned at his reaction, “am awfully sorry there, Lucy. I didn’t mean-”

“What did Wakaba say that was so funny anyways?” Lisanna, who was supposed to be on duty along side Kinana that day, was spending her hours on her feet, fine, but only half-heatedly wiping down mugs. She came right over with the rag for Lucy’s convenience. The other woman wasn’t too keen on using the filthy thing to wipe herself off, but it seemed the best anyone was giving her, in the moment. “Some kind of master joke teller now?”

“Hey, yeah! What’d you say?” Natsu bounced up to come over and find out. “If it makes people spit on Lucy, I gotta hear it.”

As the celestial mage glared, Happy came over as well, leaving the still mortified Romeo behind at the table, to land on the one occupied by the boy’s father.

“I heard,” the Exceed began, “you mention Mirajane and Laxus.”

“Big sis?” Lisanna frowned. “What kind of joke is there to tell about the two of them?”

But Macao only turned his gaze back to Wakaba, accusatory and, perhaps, a bit betrayed. “How long did you know?”

“Know? I was just joking! Mira’s never off, but she wasn’t around today, and then I heard Freed and the others whining about Laxus not being around and I just- Wait, you don’t mean to tell me-”

“I saw them,” Macao confirmed. “In the Master’s office. After hours.”

“Saw who?” Natsu frowned. “This joke sounds super lame.”

“Natsu! It’s not a joke.” Happy couldn’t help it. He began to bounce all about, furry paws thrown over his mouth as he considered the implications of what was being tossed around. “I think they’re saying that Laxus and Mirajane-”

“Uh, I think you should probably not finish whatever you were gonna say, cat.” Lucy looked up from blotting at her shirt. “Stop a rumor before it starts.”

“Yeah,” Lisanna agreed with a frown, glaring between the two men then. “That’s an awfully mean thing to say.”

“Mean?” Happy started giggling. “Laxus and Mira being together-”

“Anyone being forced to be with sparky is plenty of punishment,” Macao griped, but still, he only shook his head. “But it ain’t a rumor. I saw them. With my own two eyes. After hours, they were-”

“What,” Lisanna kept up because she could just not believe, didn’t want to believe, refused to believe that any of this was true, “were you doing here after hours?”

“W-Well, I-I, that’s not really important, see, because-”

“Dad,” Romeo groaned from the other table as Macao blushed then, more embarrassed by his theft than what he’d stumbled upon in the process.

“That’s not important,” Natsu scolded Lisanna with a frown. “We gotta hear the punchline of the joke.”

“There’s no joke,” Lucy griped with a frown at him. “Can’t you comprehend anything?”

No.

Obviously not.

“If you don’t believe me,” Macao wagered then.

“I don’t,” Lisanna agreed without letting him finish.

“Then where’s your sister? Huh?” The man sounded smug. “She ain’t here. And she’s always here! And where’s Laxus? Eh? Go ask his friends. They’ll tell you. He was supposed to show up, but he didn’t.”

“Because,” Happy began and he couldn’t help it, in his giddiness his wings sprouted and he took to the sky, “Mirajane and Laxus are dating and they were sneaking around the hall after work and now they’re too in love to get out of bed, this morning, and oh, I- Hey!”

“Hey,” Natsu agreed as he caught the Exceed when he fell from the sky, having been rammed down by one of Bickslow’s wooden babies.

“You guys,” Bickslow demanded with a glare over at them, “keep the boss’s name outta your filthy mouths. What are you saying about him? Huh? What filthy things-”

“We will not stand,” Freed agreed as all three of them stood then, together, united, against the tyranny that was disrespecting the mental image of their idol, “for defamation against Laxus!”

“Who’s defaming him?” Wakaba considered it then. “I say if he’s fucking Mirajane, more power to him. What’ll make ya more famous around here than that?”

“Fornification,” Freed told him with a glare, yelling it across the hall, “is a vile accusation to sling around.”

“And,” Evergreen began as, slowly, she reclaimed her seat so she could go back to filing her nails, “you lost me.”

“Yeah!” Not Bickslow though. Nope. No way. “If the boss had a fort, he’d definitely let us hang out in it! Right, Freed?”

“What? Bickslow-”

“I heard a lot of jokes about forts before,” Natsu complained, “but this has to be the worst one.”

Lucy just glared at him though. “You’ve heard other jokes? About forts?”

“My sister,” Lisanna took over again because she was the only Strauss there that day and, much like the Thunder Legion, she took had to defend the woman’s honor, “would never sleep with someone like Laxus. So yes, thank you, Freed, for your-”

“I did not say that.” Just as quickly, the rune mage was making his way over. “Now, if Mirajane was looking for anyone to…deflower her, then Laxus would be the prime-”

“Oh, my gosh, Freed, no, come back over here.” Evergreen looked stricken as she glanced up from her nails. “Please.”

“Uh,” Lisanna began as Lucy blushed and Natsu continued to try and think of the best fort joke he’d heard, “I really don’t think that’s the argument in question, Freed. But thanks.”

“How many of you,” the rune mage argued then, instead, “have been fornicating? Do you have no morals? No honor? No self-resilience? If you allow yourself to be bogged down by such humanistic desires, then you will never reach your full potentials!”

“Just how many forts are you people keeping around here?” Bickslow was over by then, to join his babies, and also stand awfully and uncomfortably close to Lucy. Beaning at her, he winked from behind his visor as he remarked, “When you think about it, the guild’s a fort, huh? So we’ve already, uh, been in a fort together, eh, Lucy? Fortified.”

“Uh, hey, Natsu, did you hear that really funny and not at all creepy thing that was said to me? By the guy that’s really funny and not at all creepy?” Lucy looked about for help. “Did anybody?”

“Fort. Fort.” Natsu gently sat Happy down on the table once more. “You know any good fort jokes, little buddy?”

He was too busy glaring at the haunting, painted on gazes of Bickslow’s wooden dolls to answer.

“This is all getting out of hand,” Macao complained as Wakaba wasn’t even puffing at his cigar anymore, just observing the chaos his friend had created. “I just saw your sister, Lisanna, and Laxus, after work, in the Master’s office. And they were, uh, well, they were… Kissing. Yeah. That’s it. So-”

“Perhaps,” Freed suggested as he continued to glare at the youngest Strauss sibling, “she fainted. And he was giving her mouth to mouth.”

“I mean, it makes more sense than my sister wanting to be with-”

“He would be a treasure!” Freed looked away. “For the more weak minded.”

“I’d say,” Evergreen hummed, over at her table, “that Mirajane is pretty weak minded.”

“Oh, I get it now.” Natsu began to snicker as well. “You guys are saying that Mirajane and Laxus had sex in the Master’s office. Yeah, that is a funny joke.”

“Everything’s funny.” Bickslow lifted his visor that time, when he winked, “in a fort.”

“Um,” Lucy began as she began to glance all about. “I think I need to find a real towel-”

“I know where they are,” Macao offered before, biting his tongue, saying, “I mean, of course I do, because we all do, and that’s not suspicious or anything at all-”

“I mean, it’s not spitting on Lucy worthy, I don’t think,” Natsu was going on. “Hey, Luce, what do you think? Is Laxus and Mirajane having sex really that-”

“Stop,” Lisanna ordered him and the Salamander nodded immediately at the command, “saying that. All of you.”

The others listened, but only because it was then that the guildhall doors opened and in strode the woman of the hour. Mirajane.

Kinana was at her sides in moments and, as Mirajane only began to beg forgiveness, for being so late, the others all kind of relaxed some.

“After a night with the boss, in his fort, you wouldn’t be comin’ in all chipper like that.” Bickslow relented on his endless quest to make Lucy as uncomfortable in her own skin as possible (he was pretty sure he’d reached a new high score), and had his babies follow him back over to the table with Ever once more. “No way.”

Freed nodded, to Lisanna, because he would never question a woman’s…status, right there, in front of her, especially based off senseless gossip. It was as he turned though, to walk over to their table as well, that it happened.

No more than two minutes after Mirajane walked in, Laxus did, looking his usual despondent and void self. But as even Freed found himself freezing in that moment, as all who’d been so intrigued before stared in wonder, they saw him brush pass the head barmaid, regardless of the fact there was plenty room to avoid.

This wasn’t the most damning evidence though.

Oh, no.

That came in the look, over her shoulder, that Mirajane gave him.

And the game suddenly wasn’t fun anymore.

As they all hurried to busy themselves with what they were doing before, Mirajane took notice of Lucy’s drenched status and rushed right over.

“You alright? Lucy?” she asked and her voice was back to it’s innocent self. Macao blushed just from the thought of it, the night before. But Mira only had eyes for her blonde friend. “You’re soaked through. Let’s go get you a towel. What happened?”

“W-Well,” she began, but Natsu, from where he’d reclaimed his seat with Romeo, took over that part.

“Wakaba was tellin’ this really funny joke. Made Macao spit his drink all over her.” Natsu snickered from the thought. “Wanna hear it?”.

“No,” Lisanna tried, but her command was too late then. “Natsu-”

“Say fort,” he began with a grin at the oldest Strauss, “four times. Really fast.”

As Mirajane grinned and came closer though, they all glanced about, the ones in the know.

And pledged, silently, to one another, to keep it just between themselves.

It had made enough of a mess, Lucy sighed to herself, as Happy finally went with her, to get a towel and dry her shirt some, just between the few of them.

[chouxcocoa]

Question Bombardment

A thousand questions that I got tagged with by multiple honeybuns. OTL

Rule One: Always post the rules Rule Two: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked (not the ones they answered) and write 10 new ones. Rule Three: Tag 10 people and link them to the post. Nuh uh. Rule Four: Actually tell them you tagged them.

For those who are bored and wanna answer questions:

What kind of toppings/condiments do you normally put in your burger?

Pastel skies or starry nights?

What figurines do you have?

What other languages do you know?

If you were a cake, what kind of cake would you be?

Can you do the splits?

What’s the first thing you notice about a person?

Ideal climate to live in?

Favourite game to play (as of now)?

Can you wink? ;)

Time for to answer these questions finally...

Questions by @nayawata​:

What do you first think in when you wake up? ‘Nooooooo!!!’

Tag people who makes you laugh! Doesn’t matter how many/how often! Literally all those who tagged me made in this me laugh. ^^

How important is smut in fanfics for you? I’m not going to say no to a fic that has my favourite characters in a mess. ;)

How many instant noodles do you make at once? If I’m making it for both me and my sister, 3. For myself, 2. xD

The most important thing in life is … Time.

What is the one thing you wish you can bring back to your current fandom? Youtuber and Yoga AUs were some of my favourites to read and see artwork for. ;w;

How do you deal with anger? Straight up, my voice gets clippy and I’m more passive aggressive with answers. I’m trying to be better but it usually results in me punching things like the wall or desk. ^^”

Do you like Earl Grey? I actually don’t. >< I like to drink my tea straight and don’t put milk/cream or sugar/honey in it and Earl Grey is a tad too strong for me to enjoy.

What’s your favorite series to go back to (any, manga/comics/tv series/anime)? Ouran High School Host Club and Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun all day everyday.

What do you think is your best feature? Would facial expressions count? I’m very good at making others laugh because of my reactions. :P

Questions by @ladycarathis:

Your OTP of OTP’s? Me x Elliott of course.

If someone you knew told you they were secretly a super hero; what would you do? No matter how well I know them, I would just shrug and say ‘cool’ and then move on to talk about where to go and eat.

If this were a magical world and people were able to have a familiar, what would be yours and why? I don’t know??? I literally took a few ‘find your familiar’ quizzes and all of them gave me different results: cat, fox, owl, and tiger???

Favourite thing to do on weekends? Sleep.

Favourite book of all time? I’m capable of re-reading Matilda over and over again.

The song you always have to skip in your playlist because you can’t listen to it anymore bacause you’ve heard it way too often already. ‘A-CHA’ by Super Junior. (sighs) OTL

Dawn or Dusk? Dusk. I’m never awake for dawn.

Cinnamon roll or sinnamon roll? I can eat cinnamon rolls. o3o

Your guilty pleasure? Judge me all you want, but I actually enjoy the cheesy Barbie movies. >O>

If you had to spend and unlimited amount of time on an Island (no electronics or modern technology provided), which three things would you bring along? Toothbrush, first-aid kit, and matches. o3o

Questions by @magickitt (x2):

The first color you think of when I say “Blork” White. xD

Your favorite childhood cartoon/show? It’s a tie between Diney’s Recess and the Weekenders.

The first fandom you got into? FFFFF... Inuyasha.

Why you got a tumblr? So I can check out fandom stuff.

The last thing someone said to you? “It’s dinner time!” - Mom

What would your dream pet be? Dragon. :E

Your lucky number? 7

The current thing your obsessed with? (not including ships) Trying new recipes and playing the Sims 4.

The go to thing you do if you’re in a waiting room without any means of entertainment? I’m guessing this means no magazines or TV in the waiting room, huh? I guess I would sort out the receipts in my wallet and while I’m at it, check all of the gift/loyalty cards that I have and see if I’ll shop there again.

Are you a super neat or “throw it where ever” kind of person? Both? I’ll throw it wherever first but then organize it within the day.

Round two!

Favorite snack? Chocolate. (It counts, right?)

Preferred form of entertainment? Like books, shows, hiking, etc. YouTube~

Cows or chickens? Chicken. 🐔

Your superhero name? The Weirdough.

Your sidekick and their name? Mallow Dramatic Boy.

You super power? XD Super-kneading strength and speed. o3o

The best thing in your day? Drinking tea and eating.

The worst thing in your day? Waking up.

Have any movie/book/manga series collections? Or other collections? I have volumes 1-12 for SnK, all of the first series of Saiyuki, Yostubato&! volumes 1-12, the first half of Magic Knight Rayearth... Oh, and the Sims franchise + all of their expansion packs. :D

The first thing you see in the morning? The ceiling or my blankets.

Questions by @emiza:

If you could only eat one type of food for the rest of your life, what would it be? POPATOES.

What would your superpower be and what limitations would you have? I guess I would like the ability to fly, but not in a super-fast speed... like the speed of a hot air balloon...

Your fave au? I am a sucker for YouTuber AUs or gaming AUs. :’DD

What’s your dream job? To be a pastry chef!

You’re transported into another world, what’s the first thing you do? Find the nearest source of food and water.

If you could learn any language instantly, which one would you pick? Mandarin. It would be one of the most beneficial languages to know business-wise and I’ll finally be able to communicate with my family and relatives. ;__;

What’s the most hilarious thing you’d ever done with a sibling? Hmm... I can’t really think of anything at the top of my head. We had lots of hilarious moments playing games together, though.

What’s the wildest thing you’d for 1 million €? Eat dog food for a year? idk

You have to spend the rest of your life in a game of your choice, which game do you pick? Stardew Valley. Gotta stay with the husbando. o3o

You get magical powers for 24 hours, what do you do? Summon a dragon. :E

Questions by @thesadisticsiren:

compare yourself to a mythical being, what are u and why? You know and I know what the answer is^

fave kind of gum? Excel White.

Precious metals or precious stones? Precious stones all the way.

what is your fave thing for your fave character to wear? ie, bf shirt, thigh-highs, lingerie, etc. I fucking love my faves in thigh highs and glasses. ♥♥♥

Song that you love that you hate that you love it. Fucking ‘Wait 10 Years Baby’ by Six Bomb. Just- AGH. WHY THIS SONG?! OTL

‘It’s 10pm better sleep’ or ‘when the heck did it become 4am’? You damn well know which one I am. =___=

thing you’d say when you step in water with socks on “Nooooooo... ugh.”

FAVE THING ABOUT EREN GO EXCUSE YOU. HOW DARE. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT EREN. HIS PRETTY EYES (GREY, GREEN, AMBER, WHATEVER I LOVE THEM ALL) AND HIS DETERMINATION AND HIS HUMANNESS AND GENTLENESS AND HIS ADORABLE SQUISHY CHEEKS AND-

Pajama pants or sweats? Trick question! I wear sweats as pajama pants. o3o

what would be your reaction to seeing a moose I wanna see who would live. LOL NOPE. GOODBYE FRIENDS. I AM GONE.

Questions by @imasmi:

Your expression/reaction when someone makes fun of something you love. Depends on how well I know them. If it’s a stranger, I don’t know how they’ll react if I go against them so I keep silent. If it’s someone I personally know, I’ll just either ignore or go into ‘defend/fight’ mode.

Where would I normally find you doing whatever it is you love doing? In the kitchen. Baking. Come to Canada asmi~

What was your weirdest dream? It was about Godzilla attacking the apartment I used to live in... don’t remember much after me screaming.

Your favourite supernatural/mythical/scientific/etc theory. THEORY? Fuck. Uhhh... do rocks float on lava?

If you could change one thing about anything and everything, what would you change? The price of everything is too damn much.

Did you ever have your own imaginary friend/world? Does fanfiction count? o.o

Something you do that you feel that you are good at. I’d like to say that I’m good at baking and decorating cakes specifically. I’m very used to using different kinds of frosting and cake flavours and which ones are sturdy enough for transport and what temperatures will affect the design of the cake.

What was the last thing that made you laugh till you cried? Pretty sure was when we were playing Drawful and my friend drew ‘French Man’ and my sis’s friend drew the ‘Grower Not Shower’ prompts.

List 5 different songs from the top of your head. Start! -Bang Bang Bang by Big Bang -Touch My Body by Sistar -Russian Roulette by Red Velvet -Cheer Up by TWICE -Miniskirt by AOA

On a scale of 1 to 10 how obsessed are you with the fandom you’re in. Currently it’s SnK and I will say it’s about 6? It was an 8 when I first started.

And the obligatory: Supervillain or Superhero?- with what power? I just want to be a super human who can fly. I’m too lazy to deal with enemies. OTL