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big fan of the idea that katsuki became an unexpected older brother within those 8 years :> to twin siblings too !!
#my hero academia#them being twins is definently not symbolic or in relation of anything !#boku no hero academia#bkdk#bnha#mha#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#bakudeku#the twins are around 4-6 yo. not sure yet which age but katsuki getting them by the start of his third year Is funny#also they myb his biggest fans (dunno if deku might fight that title) but tehyre also very nosy !#i dont have names for them yet btw#dahlia.art
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Different standards
#didnt mean to do this one in quote unquote colour but it wasnt legible without it so. heres a treat i suppose#isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#isat fanart#isat loop#isat bonnie#lucabyteart#coughs up a lung. anyway. ramble time as per usual. this is what i was warming up for btw in case it wasnt obvious#besides being another entry in the 'letting bonnie read loop for filth on accident' series. this is mostly self indulgent musings on#headcanons (and i will just use that word here.) ive previously rambled about in other tags and posts#namely: in the scenario that loop integrates into the party as a New Person for quite a while before The Truth Come Out. i feel they have#a decent chance at really scoring a slam dunk in becoming a guardian figure for bonnie? loop's demeanor is already colder and a tiny#bit more level-headed than siffrin's in the way they seem to discuss bonnie with them. namely pointing out that bonnie#never really hated them. it seems to be one thing they're genuinely at peace with? they've seen by now the truth that bonnie#was just scared and upset. and likely now knows that what bonnie wants is to be treated with grown-up respect within reason. plus loop#already scores bonus points with bonnie since they didnt 1. fuck up bad like sif did in act 5 and 2. saved sif in the party's eyes#... but then when it turns out that this clean-slate relationship with a stranger was siffrin being deceitful? must have been odd.#bonnie seems to really dislike being lied to. the question is whether they'd see it that way? would they feel betrayed there?#anyway. this is set after all those emotions are at least settled some. loop able to be more physically affectionate... and yet#still not letting themselves be quite as close as they'd like perhaps. perhaps...#anyway translucent pyjamas because i dont care if you're comforting a crying child you've GOT to SERVE!!!#and also i feel like the party probably wouldn't let loop stay completely naked for that long. especially not post-reveal anyway
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Forgive me i do not know much about jazzprowl,,, who are pterrorgal20 and bugboi 😔😔😔
(Is pterrorgal Prowl’s pterodactyl Green?? But then who is bugboi…. I am not sure 😔)

yes!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ur spot on for both 🥹!!! ahrdjfkkengkebgkebfk,,
Green (Prowls pterodactyl/pet flyt) -> pterrorgal20 (Felicity Greene)
Bob (Sunstreakers insecticon) -> bugboi (Bob)
completely useless detail but i did reference/colourdrop this panel specifically LMAO


if u look closely theres also. one more person i hinted at, whos name i was even less subtle with but the placement i WAS subtle with so ill just say outright:

Buster (Thundercracker's dog) is also there EHTJFHRKFJ and she has a silly pic of TC as her pfp LMAO,,
also ur so so valid agrjflfbdkdbfkf,,, im being incredibly biased and self indulgent so it is. a particular niche for sure LMAO. im glad you're enjoying it regardless though :]c!!!
#inbox#jeetle and peetle#velwy.txt#callsign-relic#thank u for being. the only person to ask/mention it btw ahdjfhdkwbgj 🥹😭#it also means u get a ton of my rambling in the tags agfjfbdkdbfkrn#also greens name is Felicity because. it sounds. kinda like flyt.#IK PPL PROBABLY DONT CARE ABT THE HUMAN KEEPERS IN THE STORY BUT LIKE. I THOUGHT IT WAS A FUN LIL EASTER EGG/DETAIL#ALSO pterrorgal. is 1000% because of me staring at terrorsaur and going WHY ISNT IT PTERRORSAUR that one time... fbfjfbdjfbdjfndkbfkd#if i liked drawing humans more id. try my hand at designing them but also i dont think ppl would be as invested in them#so id rather draw other stuff whfbnfbgnrb3k#i feel like buster (doggirl vibes) would also have a matching gf/roommate that Starscream is attached to#per the Skybound comics. which. i havent caught up with but ive seen him with a kittycat so. im taking it#its kinda funny because im not. actually That invested in jazzprowl like i LIKE it but also i always end up extending it into a polycule#lmao#which like. speaking of dont mind me desperately trying to fit soundwave in this au (its not working but im trying anyway)#id try mush the constructicons in here too but i already have. an au with them nd j/p in the back of my brain with uh. significant size diff#grggrggrgggrhhhhdbfb#(its a borrower au. save me.)#(or kind of a borrower au??? I HAVENT DECIDED YET. I KEEP THINKING OF IT W HUMANS BUT I WANNA DRAW ROBOTS. SAVE ME.)
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forgot to share my twst OC Joona. figured he'd probably be in Pomefiore dorm!
-he's mid-to-late 20s -he's nicknamed Jojo by some, Junebug by Fel occasionally -figure when he came in through the mirror Crowley heard he just finished up his degree and was like "Great! you can teach here np" -so he's forced to do art classes part time at the school -_- not that he doesnt enjoy it but man.. -on top of that he probably still forces this guy to take classes all over again (thus the uniform) -havent decided if i want him to be completely magic-less or to have a very small amount u-u -unironically think him and Vil would be great friends, but they'd have a white girl wednesday incident at least once (probably when he hears him and Leona talking 😭) ive got to make a relationships chart later! -he majored in art but he has a minor in mimery. like actually. -he can talk his way into getting 98% of things if you let him but often chooses not to. he could if he wanted! -he has a strong resting face and monotone voice at times so i believe major expressions of emotion from him can sometimes startle others -Joona has a fairly rich background and parents that spoiled him and his siblings as long as they worked hard and didnt 'waste their time doing things half-assed and leaving things unfinished' end quote -he's got a mild soft spot for kids even though he's always sure they'd dislike him for having such a stoic face. he's the guy who doesn't quite know what to do when they start swinging on his arms -fondly calls Epel, Riddle, Ortho and Ruggie his 'lil cousins' -he's exclusively an older brother/parental figure to Gidel!
i love playing dress up with him so youre just going to see him in whatever amuses me
#my art#twst#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#joona#twst fanart#fellow honest#ernesto foulworth#twst fellow honest#fellow honest twst#twst ernesto#fellow#i need to scrounge up the energy to actually. finish the comic i have of them. just more joonafel stuff in gen#i have a lot of wips of them but nothing to show... hm..#havent decided his nationality fully yet btw but my boy is caribbean of course u-u his name is finnish but idk if id want him#to be part finn. cuz im trying to think of him living in twst world. or at least a fake fictional earth and i dnt think his family wouldve#lived there. theyd more likely have moved away IF i did go that route. but also they couldve just found the name pretty yknow#i dont see him having a severely strong accent either. codeswitching aside.#hmmmm much to ponder!
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shitty quality spidersona doodles i did to flesh them out a lil more since he got a pretty positive reaction!!!



they’re straying more into oc territory than sona and honestly i think thats chill
#sorry you can see the phone shadow im in a hotel room rn and they dont have a lamp :(#my art#spidersona#across the spiderverse#atsv#across the spiderverse fanart#into the spiderverse fanart#saffron spider#hope to god that name hasnt been taken yet#its still subject to change but i do like saffron spider for a bame#its just the right amount of cutesy#into the spiderverse#thanks for being so nice to them btw tumblr knew you guys were chill ^^#these doodles were for me to figure out his general idea and personality and it was very spur of the moment decisions#hence the whip note lol#spiderverse#spiderverse fanart
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oh btw, that character you like, the red one yknow? the one with the signature weapon and daddy issues? the one who hates the feelings he acquired from his violent upbringing? that guy who got emotionally closed off in a toxic masculinity way because his dad was abusive? you know the one? yeah i transed her gender. youre welcome
#see this is about charles specifically but i have Got to thank my dove strider homies for this#great girl headcanons all around. love it. ive written 3 scenes in my head and i swear to God#if i dont write and or draw them. you guys have to Force My Hand#tagging them btw#dave strider#charles rowland#dove strider#havent come up with charles' new name yet. i want this version to have an entirely new name#not like charlotte or charlie... like IF i can come up w something new that works itll be that#dbda#hs#homestuck
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I wonder what's their relationship with their siblings. (referring to Nick and Sunny)
Also...Will there be Mari, Aubrey, Kel, and Hero?... I wonder if you're going to add them or not (hhshjsjs I'm getting a little bit *too* curious)
Interesting question ! I was literally continuing a WIP about Nick and Statice's (Nick's sister) realtionship as I saw this ask, lol. (No link with the picture above, I just drew that one for fun). I was also just talking about them extensively in Tosteur's server, sooooo...
Statice and Nick love each other very much. They grew up constantly around one another, and since their parents weren't always around, they always had to stick with each other and play with each other... They basically only had each other for most of their childhood. So they stick together.
Now, I can't remember if I've ever talked about it here, but Arsenic wasn't really liked by other people as a kid (and that hasn't really changed). He's weird, he's queer, he's mean (socially incompetent), etc etc. Statice, on the other hand, is a lot more normal than he is. They're identical twins, so they were in the same grade growing up, and when they made friends, it was usually together. But every friend they made always, consistently preferred Statice to Nick.
That's not to say Statice doesn't have her fair share of "weirdness", but when it came from her as opposed to Nick, kids around them didn't mind it as much. Like, sure, Nick was into boys, and that was weird and creepy and embarrassing to other kids, but... not only does Statice also like guys, she's trans. Weirdly enough, Nick was ostracised for being queer a lot more than Statice was.
Nick and Statice are very, very close. They spent 99% of their time together, growing up, shared a room, went to the same schools, in the same classes, they still go to the same university (though they don't study the same thing). They share a lot of things and know each other very well. But they have... unaddressed issues and built up resentment on Nick's part, and judgement on Statice's part. S o it's not exactly perfect.
I feel like it's important to note that Statice is the one and only person that Nick doesn't have an unhealthy power dynamic with. She's quite literally the only person that Nick is an okay guy around.
(She's also Sunny's best friend, so you can imagine how that goes when Sunny and Nick get together -- while Statice disapproves of it very much because she knows exactly how much of a creepy piece of shit Nick is :)...)
--Sunny and his sister Mari were also very close growing up. After growing up, though, they kind of drifted apart as Mari moved away for college and Sunny started seeing flaws in her that he... hadn't really wanted to see before, because he idealized her as a kid. They talk sometimes, and they still love each other, and they have an okay relationship, but they're not nearly as close as Nick and Statice are. Sunny kind of gets jealous of them for that sometimes.
I'm not actually sure if i want to add Kel or Hero or Aubrey to the story or not. There's a third friend in Sinny and Statice's friend group that's essential to the storyline, and I'm not opposed to making them Kel or Aubrey, but I haven't thought about them too much, so I don't know yet. Might make 'em an OC. I was hesitating on making Sunny's sibling an OC as well, but the characterization/role I was planning for them ended up being taken by Statice (who I actually care about and think about a lot), so I don't mind it being Mari. Hero is in the story by virtue of being Mari's boyfriend in every universe (/ref), but he has no role or purpose. Imagine he's standing in the background if you so wish
#statice is this au's stranger btw ! if it wasnt clear#statice is the name of a flower. obviously.#i think about her constantly. i have sooooo much characterization of her#ive been thinking about nick and statice more than about nick and sunny lately....#they have so many issues. SO many of them. they love each other so much also. which is a problem when nick is the way he is#how'd you feel if the person you spent 99% of your life around of was revealed to be a terrible person who's abusing your best friend?#teehee. she will suffer so much.#ive mentioned before that if there was an ending to the au‚ it'd be with nick dying‚ and that i knew Who would kill him but not why or when#it's statice. if there's ever an ending to the AU it's because Statice kills Arsenic. as an act of legal self-defense for Sunny.#she's very interesting i just havent really found an occasion to talk about her yet#im working on it tho ! with the aformentioned wip#omori#drawing#art#digital#rant#arsenic#ask#anon#statice#omori sunny#omori basil#omori stranger#fandom tagging that one purely for sorting purposes. sorry to the people stumbling upon this who dont care about the au oops
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OC i made today (technically yesterday cuz it's midnight but you know) based on a dream i had last night
I feel like they look a little bit too much like Grell from Black Butler so I'll probably tweak that in later drawings XD
#oc#original character#original characters#digital art#ocs#art#the dream was wild btw#lovette was their name in the dream#or lovett idk#and on this certain day they would kill exactly one person#and that one person is almost random#apart from the condition they have to be wearing something red#but then this random girl kinda falls in love with Lovette after an encounter with them#and by an encounter i mean she witnesses them kill someone?#so she a freak i guess#dont have a name for her yet#but yeah turns out Lovette is actually a pretty chill dude and hijinks ensues#anyway yeah enjoy
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Oc stuff !!! Idk if I've ever shown these guys here before or nah but yuh they've been around as long as Rubix or Vx has
I think.. ?
#ClockVenn's Works#stickman#stick figure#stickfigure#stickman oc#stick figure oc#doodles#werecreature#these two has their story thought out already 😭#and they're so. edgy. and miserable...#they dont have a name yet btw 💀#but yeah uhhh its been awhile since ive post my actual stuff and doodles#ive already have them all in drafts so !!#maybe more posts coming in :3#i say maybe because there's a chance I either delete them or tumblr bugs out and delete them 😭
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Oh yeah, I never shared these??
So. My inescapable brain rot has led me to this Crack AU in which Scout gets cloned(???) And now there are Sev puppies. How?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
A friend of mine suggested she just. Woke up one day, and they were there, which I find hilarious, so.


Anyway it is mostly just an excuse for me to draw tiny chimera pups because they're cute lol. Imagine the shenanigans...
Also, it's specifically Scout over all the other Sev AUs because Scout is an actual adult, and it felt the least weird. Also, extra fluffy babs...



Also, bonus feat. @decoloraa 's Casther uwu


#jemwolf's art#sev the chimera#briggs beast#crack au#i know i already have a baby sev au but listen. More of them.#the pups are all named after alternate Sevs eccept for one btw so i dont lose my mind completely#sev gin Angel and i havent come up with a name for the last one yet#in the discord we joked that she has so many nicknames no one remembers what her real one is#art#oc#chimera#fma oc#major miles#first time ive ever drawn him#also Nora im so sorry Casther is not built like a bear as he should be thats on me 😔#hes wasting away because hes trapped under sleeping puppies...
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a modern human au where nothing bad ever happenned to them and they got to grow up together. I am making myself cry with this chat
#north is sad and beige and would have a stupid phone case#also i did a watermark thingy because im such a cool ans serious artist look at me#BTW !!!!! first thing im posting thats drawn on my new tablet :3#north has beige mom energy. idk how i feel about it. im just leettinf it happen#yall have no idea i am SHAKING im so normal about them#i need to get to work on. everything about this. bc i really wanna finally be able to coherebtly tell their story#im very insane about them and THE THEMES !!!!!!!#ARGHHHHH#anyways#murl draws#murls ocs#oc#my oc#oc art#art#my art#artists on tumblr#whatever other tags there are#just you wait. i will make this into something coherent#ughhhg i cant. i need to cope ok#and its smth i myself made up wtf !!!!!#imagine being separated from your sibling who is your whole world at a young age and spending the next several decades being told theyre a#a traitor and eventually hunting them down only to discover that while you werw kept in a bubble where everything stayed the same the rest#of thw world has changed so much including your sibling and you realize the only person you could rely on these past few decades has been l#lying to you and now youre completely unajusted to life and have to deal with the fact everything isnt what you thiugjt it was AND EVERYRHJ#G CHABGED IT CHANGED !!!! CHANGE IS INEVITABLE AND YOU HAVE TO FOR THE FIRST TIME VE FACED WITH LIVING FOR YOURSELF AND DISCIVERING WHO YOU#ARE AS A PERSON HHHHHHHHH I CANTTTT.#i dont event have all the names for characters yet GAHHHHH
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some ocs........
#my art#ocs#viviette walrose#i dont have a series name for them yet but theyre like tragic early industrial revolution fantasy with multiple endings#they should both chill tf out btw montague especially#viviette is a noble girl afflicted by the curses and montague is the eldest prince with issues and is so mad he's not the next in line#they meet after sneaking out one day and become friends but then shit goes up the wall#montague magnos
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i know the large majority of people see the blorbo post & just share their own without really thinking about it but i wonder how many people i've gotten to listen to oumen mokushiroku bc of it. newcomers this is not my absolute favorite song but it IS required listening for the course. u will perceive my favorite tragic angel lady and her cryptic ass story
youtube
#kyuuyaku is my fave song to be clear & i talk about unplanned apoptosis enough those should also be required#but if i have to choose just one then its her.#'whats her name' i have been asking this for 3 years and magu still has yet to tell us ANY names#theres 11 girls now. 12 soon bc i think theyre in the process of finishing the fuu song#cant we have some names as a treat.#they do have name btw i asked directly but magu said 'its not the time to reveal them' which drives me insane#and means even the names have heavy thematic importance & i dont think im prepared for that#anyway. u WILL see her now. i have not been normal about her since i saw her. 3 years ago.#the series in general is 4 ive been here since the literal beginning but yeah#Youtube
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I dont have the energy to finish it tonight, but I drew my ocs at a furry convention
#from left to right: charlize (cat); billy (frog); lucas (deer) and a character I haven't named yet (who isn't a furry just supportive)#yet another example of me being like ''my book is so fucked up and evil'' and then only posting the most goofy shit about the characters lo#in my current draft at least 2 of these characters are going to commit murder#not at the furry convention tho! everyone has a good time at the convention and buys lots of art :-) peace and love#their heights arent canonical here btw cause they dont have canon heights rn. idk if I'll give them canon heights later or not
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ok im going to sleep my puppy doggy oc
zzz
#et cetera#my stuff#ill probbaly draw her more tomorrow i dont have a name for her#shes a soldier umm shes a bitch idc. she hates the zombies and kills them carelessly + with no regard#for the fact they used to be people#difficult relationship with leah the main character since they get stuck together#once ive nailed fown her design i want to try and work on the rest of a main cast... i want at least 8 to start#some of them die probably maybe 2 or 3 idk. they dont exist yet so#and iwant to draw the pyre... im bad with body horror though so i probably wont#yayyyy zombies yay furries. zzzz#ik the anatomy of this isnt great btw i am so bad at drawing characters with flat chests. im just getting a basic shape down
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Hey (with malicious intent) here's another one!! We're halfway through now. Had a momentary struggle right in the middle of writing this however it is here and it's pretty alright!! Bon appetit
Chapter VII
‘What are those, up there?’ Timor said, stretching out his neck to look up at the dawning sky; a pair of gulls swept out far overhead, sweeping in circles about the cliffs and sailing on the cold winds caught up beneath their black-tipped wings.
Linsey looked up from unfolding his fresh linens, raising a shielding hand when the light caught his face; he paused in watching the birds, furrowing his brow and frowning a little in thought. ‘They are only gulls, Timor,’ he said, ‘Quite common, I should think, but impressive, no?’
‘Oh, very.’ Timor sighed a little in admiration; Linsey paused to watch him from across their small clearing, an involuntary smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He rubbed the fabric of his shirt between his fingers subconsciously, admiring the impressive curve of Timor’s wings, half-raised and shining like bronze in the morning sunlight. Then he blinked and righted himself, and turned to pull his shirt over his shoulders, shivering a little from the constant winds blowing over the cliffs; he shook out his coat and made himself a little more presentable, by the standards of an aviator, then crossed the clearing and laid a hand upon Timor’s warm hide to turn his attention.
Timor looked down and nosed him fondly, rubbing the side of his head against Linsey’s palm and making low rumblings, like the purring of a cat. Linsey laughed softly and petted him back, holding the great head in both of his hands and stroking his nose.
‘Are we flying again, today?’ Timor asked, with palpable excitement.
Linsey grimaced a little; Davis had been relentless in their drills and flight manoeuvres, sending them around and around again until Timor could turn about and stoop at the flick of a wing--and then still more, so that Linsey felt he might never regain his balance, though he had not ever had an abundance of such on land, being rather prone to scrapes in his boyhood, and adjusted to the rolling of a ship for years afterwards.
Still he smiled at Timor and said, ‘If it suits you, dear fellow,’ and took his hair grudgingly into a queue; then he fastened his carabiners tightly around his waist and climbed into the harness, linking the two chains to the metal rings set into the leather just before him. He pulled on them briefly to be certain they were made fast, then took up the reins and patted Timor’s neck. ‘When you are ready, Timor,’ he called.
Timor raised his wings and stretched impressively; Linsey could feel the muscles gathering beneath the smooth hide. Then he launched upwards and spiralled into the air, wheeling far out above the cliffs, with the sea stretching wide and rolling off to their left, and the meandering sprawl of the covert on their other side, oddly familiar after their long weeks of service.
They did not turn immediately for the courtyard; instead Timor stooped to sweep low over the cliffs, setting the long grass quivering in his wake, and then spiralled impressively upwards, tucking his wings close to his body, with the tail stretched out completely behind them. Linsey bent low to his neck and tensed against the winds and the great spinning motions, faintly sickening but wholly exciting. Then Timor stopped abruptly and levelled out, sweeping in a wide, slow circle; Linsey released his grip on the reins and threw his arms out wide, relishing in the feeling of the wind pulling at his hair and coat, and drinking in great gulps of cold fresh air.
The next few weeks passed similarly, with scarcely any liberty except that which they took gladly in the mornings and evenings, when Davis had released them from their training, and Gardner had walked back down to his own quarters. They spent their suppers together, with Linsey taking up his meals to their small clearing and bringing along with him a lamb put freshly to slaughter, until Timor made the tentative request to hunt for himself, and went wheeling out ahead to snatch at the cattle and flocks of sheep, licking the blood from his scales and rumbling in self-satisfaction while Linsey took supper beside.
He sang to Timor each night afterwards, uncertainly at first, and when his voice grew rasping from the constant signals called across dragonback in training, he turned instead to tales of his earlier seafaring years, though some were perhaps exaggerated, or made foolish in their reputation: a fault more of the unreliable memory of a younger man than of his own arrogance.
Timor was growing all the while, until he doubled Linsey in height, then still more; and when he seemed to slow and get no taller he grew instead in length, in the tail and wings both, filling out in the chest and legs and becoming lithe and swift. His scales hardened somewhat, but stayed astonishingly soft and flexible, and speckled pleasantly with gold and dark tawny along his crest and around the tips of his wings. He was impressively proportionate throughout, taking on a shape much like that of an eagle, only longer and lither; his wings tucked smartly against his side, and stretched out at great lengths when raised, perhaps far smaller than those of the larger dragons about the covert, but surpassing them easily in beauty.
The first weeks passed and Timor finally slowed in his growth—and thankfully, for the harness would no longer need its regular adjustments. He began to develop a spiny ruff around his head, joining with the crest and bristling at every motion he made to look about. This itched awfully in its first week of growth, and Timor scarcely paused in scratching at his head and neck, despite Linsey’s persistent coaxing and bribes of extra lamb at every supper; but he seemed proud enough of this change in appearance, and shook his head occasionally to feel the way the short spines moved and quivered about it, humming curiously and rolling his eyes back to see them better.
Linsey laughed and presented him with their guide; thankfully the sketched Goldcrest shared this same ruff, and so Timor could inspect its appearance without trouble, asking at every moment for assurances on his looks, which Linsey answered with all truth: he did indeed look lovely, like a rare treasure carved in gold, plundered from the furthest breadth of the seas.
With this ruff having grown in, the scales on Timor’s neck around the fresh spines began to harden and fall away, revealing softer hide beneath. ‘Fellow—are you ill?’ Linsey said, upon finding these discarded in the brushwood around their clearing, still golden and shining. Timor scratched at his neck and looked at Linsey with amusement, marking the worry in his tone.
‘I do not feel ill. Is something wrong?’
‘I certainly hope not,’ Linsey said, ‘But I suppose Cates will be able to tell me, if he is smart as he says.’ He crouched to take up one of the loose scales, though his knees complained at the motion; it fit quite nicely in his palm, and was surprisingly light; he likened it to a golden ring, like those on his ears, or looped over the edges of his sash. ‘And if you do not mind, fellow, I might keep this; it would certainly help my repute. What do you say?’
He held the scale before his chest in demonstration, as though it were hooked on to a string around his neck. Timor inspected him closely, then flicked his tail in satisfaction and said, ‘Oh, that is very nice.’
Linsey laughed and patted him fondly on the snout; he tucked the scale safely into his coat, feeling rather smug: there certainly was no other seaman with adornments quite so fine. He felt some gesture was due, but had little to give in return, for all his best effects were left safely upon the Delight. ‘I would have given you my sash, but it is with the crew,’ he said regrettably, ‘Though I suppose we can fashion you a new one; Grayson will teach me how, and we might tie it to your harness.’
Timor rumbled in delight and pushed his head gratefully against Linsey’s palm. ‘Oh!’ he said, happily, ‘That sounds lovely; and then we will suit each other.’
They had formed a rather reluctant bond with Tolerans and his captain throughout their training, for Riley was there at each moment to advise him, and was infuriatingly cheerful in every ordeal. Tolly was wholly impressed by Timor’s new ruff and quick growth, though he himself stayed a nice bit taller throughout—he walked around Timor in a circuit and nosed at him repeatedly, sniffing curiously at the shorter, quivering spines, while Timor stayed begrudgingly still and eyed Linsey in a silent plea.
The two dragons were in the midst of training on one cold morning when Timor pulled abruptly out of an elaborate stooping manoeuvre and turned to look about. Tolerans paused also, slowing a little to sweep up alongside Timor, his head tilting inquisitively; Linsey followed and saw a small grey dragon winging towards the covert, so far above it nearly passed the cloud cover.
He called a signal to Riley, who nodded to show he had understood, then turned about to wave down to Davis and the watching cadets. The little dragon levelled out overhead and stooped abruptly, like a diving hawk, snapping its wings open and wheeling about to draw alongside them. The rider raised his hand to Riley; he wore his aviator’s coat buttoned up to the neck, oddly tight, and his hair loose and windswept, falling in dark curls about a pair of goggles; these he pushed up onto his head, to reveal a serious face with a nose that hooked sharply, making him look rather dragonlike himself.
His dragon was lean and hawklike, with sharp eyes set quite deep in its head, and bristling grey spines running along the length of its neck and back, much like a ruff of feathers. It glanced at Timor as it circled slowly, the yellow eyes wide and searching; Timor blinked curiously back, twitching a little in his unease.
They landed neatly in a great fluttering of wings; Linsey dismounted and stood with Timor, watching uneasily as Davis came up to greet the younger captain. They spoke quietly for a moment, with Riley looking on in curiosity, and throwing questioning glances over his shoulder at Linsey. Then Davis called them over, somewhat urgently; Riley patted Tolly’s hide and sent him aloft, and Timor hesitated before going up after him, sweeping in a slow arc overhead and looking down over their small party.
‘Linsey; I take it you have not met our Captain Lacey, of Fresna.’ Davis said, indicating the dark-haired fellow, stood beside him and frowning; he had removed the goggles, which did little to help his overall appearance: there was now a pale mark around his eyes, striking in contrast to the cheeks flushed with sunburn and giving him an appearance much like a windswept badger.
‘That is Franz, thank you,’ he said sharply; he had a very serious look, despite a rather boyish face. He could not be much older than the hands of Linsey’s crew.
Davis waved this away with one hand and said, ‘Yes, yes; Captain Franz has just come in from the Atlantic. Our fellows in the Navy have found themselves without ship nor shelter—’
‘They’ll be needing a flight home, if they have survived this long,’ Franz said impatiently, cutting in. ‘The Spanish Fleet came upon them with—Lord, I shan’t believe it—a great beast, so they tell me, harnessed from the ocean itself.’
He said this quite dramatically; a gasp went around the watching crowd of cadets, stood by the fence and elbowing one another sharply at having announced themselves. Franz cast them a severe look, and all fell silent at once, glancing about as if feigning innocence.
Linsey looked at him sharply, unsettled somewhat. He was not a man prone to superstition in the same such way as his crew, who would rather throw themselves overboard than be subject to any curse or poor fortune, but Franz’s grave expression had set his mind to the stories told by his first crew, who he had joined as a cabin boy, and deserted the very moment the opportunity came.
‘Listen, man,’ he snapped, taking the man roughly by the shoulders; Franz blinked at him in surprise. ‘You talk of a beast, a legend told by sailors; born of the depths, bred of hunger and rage, larger than any vessel crafted by the hands of men—’ He shook him, roughly, with hands that began to tremble. ‘This is the Kraken you speak of—is it, damn you, or are you a fool?’
He released Franz abruptly, frowning at having allowed himself to be lost to such foolishness, and at the sense of quiet fear brought up by the tales he now imagined: a great writhing, dripping mass rising from waves turned black and stormy, casting sailors into the ocean and swallowing their vessels whole.
A murmur of laughter went around; Franz only looked darkly at Linsey. ‘Ordinarily I would have called you a fool,’ he said, ‘You were a pirate, were you not? And just as superstitious as the rest of them.’ Seeing Linsey’s rising anger, he added sharply, ‘But there is certainly something in those waters, and if not the Kraken, as you say, then it is only something far worse.’
‘Thank you, that is quite enough—Captain Riley,’ said Davis, eyeing Linsey disapprovingly; Riley blinked and snapped sharply to attention. ‘You are to go with Captain Linsey, and recover any officers you can carry; Fresna will lead you. Gentlemen,’ he waved a hand, by way of dismissal.
Linsey was assigned his aerial crew, a smaller arrangement than Tolly’s, him being far larger and sturdier than Timor: Malcolm took the head as first lieutenant—which Linsey felt not a little dismay for, a sentiment mirrored plainly in Malcolm’s bitter frown—with three young midwingmen, who took position with the gunners and senior officers along the main body of the harness. One such man was a young Sampson, who Linsey recognised as the pale-haired boy sent to fetch Captain Riley, bright-faced with admiration as he clambered into position; his fellows were introduced as Mr. Tobin and Mr. Morgan, a small boy, wide-eyed and nervous, who said very little but proved very capable in his work.
The other officers were older, though not any less nimble, and grave with the news of the stranded Navy officers. Linsey watched their movements about the harness with concealed interest; he had not yet bore witness to the proceedings of a full aerial crew, for Caritas was much too small to take on the added weight, and Linsey realised belatedly that he had not paid any mind to the operations of the other dragons, and their crews, when going aloft, having been far too occupied in pitifully considering his own wretched predicament.
The midwingmen went up first and hooked their carabiners on to the metal rings between the sections of the harness. They were joined immediately by the senior officers, the gunners and surgeon among them, who settled neatly just behind Timor’s shoulders and reached down to take up the netting and flintlock pistols, stuck into straps which were then fastened to their carabiner belts; the former was hooked to the harness over Timor’s lower back and loaded with gunpowder and padding. Malcolm climbed up and took his place just in front, having ordered the other officers into position, and pulled at the netting to be sure it was not loose.
These operations complete, Commander Davis walked a circuit about Timor, pausing occasionally to pull at the straps and netting; all held fast, so he hummed approvingly and slapped Timor once upon the side, with some finality, then came to stand before he and Tolerans and Fresna, waiting just beside.
‘Fair winds, gentlemen,’ he said simply, and all three went aloft at once.
They came upon the fray nearly two hours west of Plymouth, far out upon the Atlantic; the wreckage of the Salisbury, a fourth rate of fifty guns, bobbed lonely in the ocean with the mast struck down upon the deck. The remnants of her bow were scattered and rolling with a gentle swell; many of the men were crowded upon the deck or holding to the mast, and those overboard could only cling to her holdings, set loose from the bowels of the ship.
Fresna swept out ahead and peeled away from a dragon of scales in black and white and yellow, with claws outstretched and grasping; it twisted sharply to make chase, the long tail lashing out behind it like a whip. Fresna stooped abruptly, then beat upwards in great frantic thrusts; the larger dragon roared enormously as it followed, tight on his tail, matching his fast manoeuvres with little difficulty. Franz shouted something indistinct, one hand raised in a fist; there was a momentary pause, then his men loosed a volley of gunfire, cracking sharply and sending up smoke. The black dragon roared and pulled aside, levelling out and shaking its head at the noise; then it turned abruptly and dove again for Fresna, who folded his wings and dropped away, scarcely avoiding the long, hooked claws.
‘It is a Threadtongue, Captain; a Spanish breed.’ Malcolm called, for once without insolence. Linsey nodded and called to Riley, who shouted something back, then set Tolerans towards the Spanish dragon before Linsey could make sense of his words.
Linsey shook his head a little, watching as Tolly joined the fray; he turned his attention instead to the wrecked vessel below. Her crew had obviously spotted Timor wheeling overhead, and were calling and waving frantically, clinging to one another for joy.
‘Do not try to pick them up, Timor, you must land. Gently,’ Linsey called, leaning over his shoulder to point him toward the ship. Timor nodded to show he had understood, and then stooped abruptly, fluttering a little to slow his descent. The Navy men scattered below them as he landed, rocking the ship, then came up all at once, reaching to haul themselves onto the harness; Linsey’s crew took them by the arms and shirts and pulled them upwards, shouting orders and guiding them into position. The younger officers, cabin boys scarcely out of their schoolroom years, could not pull themselves up with quite so much ease; Linsey paused briefly to struggle with uncharitable resentment, then he leaned down to offer a hand, and began to haul the men over to his aerial officers, grunting a little at the effort.
The Salisbury’s crew were almost delirious with relief, with eyes that stared about wide and fearful, and hair pulled from its ties and slicked to their foreheads. Many of the faces were youthful and pale with fright; Linsey could not help but feel a sudden sympathy—and a great resentment also, for whichever fool had a heart cold enough to send them out so young.
The crack of gunfire sounded overhead; Linsey snapped his gaze upwards and saw the Threadtongue coming towards them. It had broken from the fray and was angling itself sideways, with its crew set in position along its back, and reloading their guns for a second volley.
Linsey looked about the deck of the Salisbury in dismay: scarcely half the men were up and settled in the harness, and those still stood on the ship had set to pulling at the straps upon seeing the dragon approach, pleading frantically. Another slew of gunfire came down upon them; Timor was caught sharply upon the shoulder and neck, and thrashed in a panic, throwing off the men still climbing the straps.
‘Away, Timor—away!’ Linsey roared, all but breathless for fear; Timor made no hesitation, launching out first and then upwards, blood seeping from his shoulder. A couple of the Navy officers slipped from the harness and shouted as they were cast into the waves, or landed sharply upon the deck; their fellows stared after them with wide eyes, clinging fearfully to the midwingmen beside.
Malcolm climbed up from his post as Timor swept out above the Salisbury, clipping his carabiners to the rings as he went. He stopped at Timor’s shoulder and pressed a hand to the wound; his sleeves were stained at once by the deep red of dragon blood, but he paid it no mind, and paused a moment in thought before he called, ‘Shallow, Captain.’
Linsey at once felt he could breathe again, though kept his hands gripped about the reins, so tightly that his knuckles went pale. He reached up to put a hand upon the scratch on Timor’s neck; Timor twitched and whined about the pain, but this too was thankfully shallow: the hide was only torn a little, barely bringing up spots of blood. ‘Go around, Timor,’ Linsey called; Tolerans was winging uncertainly about the ship, he could not come in for the rest of the men with the Spanish dragon still circling overhead.
Timor nodded his understanding and pulled out of his climb, levelling out briefly before he stooped, dropping past the black dragon and drawing back up just behind, so that it thrashed momentarily in confusion, looking after him with odd, twitching motions at the head. Linsey took up his own pistol with hands that trembled but stayed steady; his crew made themselves ready at his order, he took a deep, shaking breath and roared, ‘Fire all!’
The Threadtongue flailed as their fire was loosed upon it, screeching in a panic when it was caught upon the wing. A couple of its men were struck and slipped backwards; their fellows cut the straps of their carabiners to set them loose while the captain made his orders, calling assurances to his dragon and hastily making his own gun ready. Linsey turned about to order a second volley, hastily-aimed and sporadic, and then Timor stooped abruptly, dropping away from the gun-smoke and shaking his head in discomfort at the noise.
The Spanish captain roared something which Linsey could neither hear nor understand; still he shouted back, standing in the harness with his gun levelled out before him. He loosed his fire as Timor drew up again beside the Threadtongue, and ducked with the return volley, which caught at his clothes and stirred his hair. One young man was struck through the chest; he went slipping from the harness while his fellows clasped at his coat and arms, a dead weight dropping pale into the water below.
Timor roared and spiralled away again, setting the world spinning; Linsey pulled against the reins to keep himself steady in standing, then they levelled out again, the great wings snapping open and jolting them upwards. Then Malcolm was there and shouting something at him; Linsey tried to shake his head and gasped about the pain, pressing a hand to his shoulder, where blood was seeping already through his coat.
‘You are hit, Captain,’ Malcolm shouted again, taking Linsey by the shoulders to steady him. He took the coat away and put a hand firmly over the wound, then turned to call for the surgeon.
Then they were turned sideways again; Timor was wheeling away from a fresh volley of gunfire, his tail spinning out behind as the Threadtongue gave chase. Already its crew were climbing up to set padding over the wounds, and so it came at them again with claws outstretched, sending up a shrill roar; Timor ducked sharply, and Linsey groaned again as the motion jostled his shoulder.
‘Linsey!’ Timor called, turning his head back; the spines quivered anxiously along his neck. ‘You are hurt.’
‘All is well, Timor; keep flying,’ Linsey tried to say, but his voice would not remain steady, and he was afraid he sounded a little strained.
Timor hesitated but obliged, holding himself in a slow, wide circle for as long as he dared, reluctant for Linsey’s sake; then he stooped abruptly and went sweeping over the Threadtongue, pursued by another around of fire and gun-smoke. ‘You must get under him, Timor,’ Linsey called; Timor flicked his ears in understanding and stooped to catch speed, then twisted and beat upwards in great, sweeping thrusts, his claws stretched out and reaching.
He caught heavily at the Threadtongue’s belly, roaring savagely and ripping at the softer hide; the dragon shrieked and raked its claws dangerously close to Timor’s snout. Timor ducked and roared again, pushing away from the injured dragon with all the might in his hind legs; then they were wheeling about for another attack, with the crest quivering in rage along his neck. Linsey tugged hastily on the reins to pull him away: Tolerans was coming towards them, crowded with Marines shouting and clinging to his harness, and roaring terribly. The dragon wheeled in the air, blood streaming from its wing and belly, and fled.
Riley shouted something as he drew up beside them, pointing frantically; Linsey could not summon the strength for a response, so only looked on as Malcolm stood to call over, one hand still held to his shoulder, beneath Malcolm’s own. Fresna came up on his other side, twitching as the few Navy officers upon his back clambered about; Franz raised a hand and gestured sharply east, then the smaller dragon peeled away and went winging back towards Plymouth.
Their return flight to the covert passed uncomfortably, what with Linsey injured as he was, and the added weight of the Navy officers, unused to flying and shifting nervously at every motion. Linsey laid a hand upon Timor’s neck to calm him, for the long spines were still twitching anxiously; already his strength was fading, and twice he felt himself begin to slip. Malcolm called for fresh bandages; these he packed into the wound, then he sat just behind to hold Linsey steady with a firm hand upon his shoulder and back.
They were welcomed upon landing by a small party, Davis and Gardner among them: Franz had gone ahead to warn of Linsey’s injury, and that of the dragons; for Tolly had been struck quite severely upon the wing, and Fresna was not without his own set of scratches, though these were inflicted mostly in a panic by the Marines upon his back. Davis came forward to assist Linsey in dismounting; Linsey waved him away with a muttered rebuke, but he stumbled on his first steps, and was begrudgingly grateful when Riley stepped in to steady him.
‘Well flown, Captain,’ Davis said; Linsey could not be sure if it was reluctance he saw in the commander’s expression, or perhaps pride, though he might just as easily have imagined it. He nodded uncertainly; his legs would not hold him, and Malcolm leaped down from Timor’s back to support his other side.
‘Steady, man,’ Malcolm said, which Linsey could not in the moment summon the strength or courage to condemn him for. Timor nosed at him softly, his eyes drawn wide and anxious; Linsey patted him on the nose, though his shoulder complained at the motion, and he drew his hand sharply away, barely restraining his gasp of pain.
Davis frowned a little, and called for Mr. Dowset; the surgeon glanced up from tending to the rescued Marines, huddled together and eyeing the dragons warily, and paused only to pat the young man whose scrapes he was treating upon the shoulder; then he came up and stooped a little to look Linsey over. He pulled at the bandages, placed hastily over the wound during their flight to the covert, and hummed thoughtfully, while Linsey was made to direct his focus wholly into making himself stand straight, lest he succumb to his exhaustion and collapse.
Dowset spoke briefly with Davis; Linsey observed the frown upon the surgeon’s face with a mild sense of unease. Then he was guided to the sick-berth, a large tent of thick grey canvas, set deep in the sprawl of the covert; Timor nearly would not let him go, and growled when Dowset first approached, a low sound which resounded deep in his throat. Linsey was scarcely more composed himself, made foolish in his fatigue; he spat curses at the men who came forward to support him, and might even have struck them down if he had the strength. It was only after Riley made a frantic vow to keep company with Timor in his absence that he finally relented, with some reluctance.
He slept for a day and a night, waking only to take a little water, or to observe quietly while the surgeons tended to his wound. The rifle-ball had struck him in the shoulder and lodged there, which provided an unending source of discomfort until it was taken out and discarded; then the wound was stitched swiftly and pronounced otherwise relatively minor, and Linsey was put to bedrest for the rest of the week.
When he had sobered enough to make his report without confusion, Davis came down to consult the surgeons of his condition, then listened with mild interest as Linsey recounted their encounter with the Threadtongue, whose crew had been the cause of the day’s injuries. ‘You might call yourself lucky, Captain,’ Davis said, upon hearing his description of the black and white hide, and the scales turned a pale yellow around the slitted eyes. He frowned a little, and Linsey did not think he imagined the look of quiet worry in his expression, though indeed it was greatly disconcerting. ‘You say your lieutenant identified him as a Threadtongue? Yes, very lucky indeed: they are a nuisance, no doubt, and the pride of Spanish Fleet. Timor was not bitten?’
‘No, only struck on the shoulder.’ Linsey said, faintly puzzled. ‘Is he hurt?’
‘He will do very well, thankfully; his wounds are shallow, though he has complained all the while.’ Davis said, ‘No; but these Threadtongues have venom in their teeth. It is only lucky Timor had sense enough to keep away.’
Linsey was not a little unsettled by this; to have put Timor to such a risk was a notion sickening as much as it was shameful. But he did not think he could summon the strength enough to make the rebuke Davis surely deserved, with the feverish ache of fatigue still lingering over his every motion, so made himself silent, and was only grateful that such a terrible fate had not befallen dear Timor. Davis nodded, apparently satisfied, and then turned swiftly on his heel and left.
He woke again a little later, though he remembered nothing of falling asleep, to find Malcolm standing over him and talking with Mr. Dowset. Malcolm frowned a little upon seeing him awake, and waved the surgeon away as Linsey pushed himself up into sitting, blinking his eyes back to focus and looking blearily about him—for he had spent the better part of the last days sleeping, and had not yet found the time or sense enough to consider his surroundings.
‘Captain,’ Malcolm said; Linsey blinked and looked over at him, and the lieutenant paused, frowning as if in thought.
‘Lieutenant.’ Linsey prompted, neglecting to conceal his disdain; he had not forgotten the unpleasant manner which Malcolm had held towards him throughout their short fellowship. Malcolm marked this with a furrowed brow, though he looked neither bitter nor insolent, as Linsey had grown accustomed to, but strangely shameful, presumably conscious of some private guilt.
‘I am very sorry, Captain, I beg you forgive me,’ Malcolm said, very quietly; the words were a little stiff and halting, and sat not at all in his mouth, but the shame upon his face was startlingly genuine. ‘You must think me a scrub, and I suppose I shan’t fault you for it; I felt the very same for you. And Lord knows I have not enjoyed your company, pirate or not.’
This stilted attempt toward apology was very strange, and not a little unsettling; still Linsey raised a brow in questioning, and concealed his rising outrage, made somewhat curious by the unsaid sentiments in Malcolm’s quiet voice. Malcolm paused to look over him, as though searching in his face for a way to go on, or convincing himself of the worth of this endeavour, which he so clearly found struggle with.
Then he took a deep breath and said, ‘But you are assigned my captain, and my duty is to you first before the Fleet. Perhaps you have been as unpleasant as I, and perhaps you deserve what has come to you,’ he glanced over the bandages padded onto Linsey’s shoulder, ‘But I am not the sort of fellow to ignore a man in danger—and I will not stoop to the likes of an officer who turns from duty for sake of a personal qualm.’
Linsey was quiet; then he said, a little uncertainly, ‘You would pledge your duty to a felon?’
‘Oh.’ Malcolm said, and frowned. ‘No, I will not turn to piracy for your sake; but you have me at your command.’ He said, somewhat harshly, before he caught his temper and paused, tucking his hands under each arm in the impression of folding them; then he sighed and went on, with perhaps the smallest hint of warmth in his tone, ‘Oh, but I am damned sorry for it, Captain, and forgive me for saying so: I thought you a scrub, and a lame one at that, and I have ignored any evidence otherwise. Yes, you are a pirate, and a felon, and by all good reason you should have your neck in a noose—but you are a brave enough fellow. You’ll have my respect, and I only ask of your pardon in turn.’
‘Well,’ Linsey said, slowly; he was not a little surprised to hear such obvious remorse in Malcolm’s tone, after all his impudence prior. Indeed, the odd inclination to insult still unsettled him somewhat, but he could not deny that the sentiment was a genuine one. ‘I won’t lie to say I am glad to have your loyalty.’ He paused, then added, more quietly, ‘But I shan’t refuse an honest man.’
Malcolm blinked at him, perhaps in surprise; his brow furrowed a little as he said, ‘Thank you, Captain.’ And then he smiled, a thing which Linsey had not yet seen him do.
#franz was my friend's idea btw#they named fresna and gave me franz and i ran with it. i love them both lots#weird little freaks (affectionate)#fresna is a slateback which i havent got to talk about yet but i have so so many ideas for!!#so if nobody minds i may make a seperate post just for them...my dear little weirdos#fav scene in this chapter is possibly malcolm's apology#'hey yeah sorry i think you really suck and i dont like you. but you're not that bad. i think they should kill you though. sorry.'#timor: here be dragons#sticking with the title i think!! its starting to grow on me
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