#i love the weirdo sorceresses

[the-useless-vampire]

Marisha made the most character ever with Laudna. She's a horror. She has musical thoughts. She drips goo. She loves kids. She'll scare people for funsies. She is dead. She's alive. She has a deceased necromancer in her head. She's in love with a mind reader. She loves royalty. She was killed by them. She made a dead rat with a bird skull. She can spider climb. She can pop a spooky doggo from her chest. I am gay. And so is she

[damneddamsy]

second sight | cregan stark x oc (part i)

a/n: I suppose this series will be a short one, 4 parts maybe? I just love Claere so much - she's my little unhinged weirdo :')

It was a rather secluded and quiet affair, the marriage between Claere Velaryon and Cregan Stark. There were no great halls crammed with noble witnesses, no bright banners flying high to announce the union of two ancient houses—only the low rustles of the breeze through the pines and the crackle of a distant hearth as the vows were uttered.

The ceremony took place beneath the watchful eyes of the old gods. The holy weirwood tree loomed with its gnarled white bark, etched with time, and ruby leaves swished in the cold Northern breeze. Claere, a priceless dream draped in rare emeralds, silver silks, and white furs akin to seafoam—a nod to her Velaryon heritage—eclipsed against the stark landscape of Winterfell. She made up for the glitz and grandeur that this lifeless gathering lacked.

Cregan Stark, silent and relentless, took her freezing hand with the kind of sworn resilience that marked Northern might—his bold grey eyes sceptical of the bride before him. Though the match had been arranged by the Sea Snake, the union between them was regarded as special—one for the histories. Theirs was not a marriage forged in the fires of splendour but in the subtle rendition of what they each represented: a union between sea and snow, Velaryon and Stark.

No songs were sung, and no cheers erupted, but in that stillness, something more meaningful lingered.

Cregan was first informed of Rhaenyra's second child and only daughter as if she were a fleeting nymph from a fairytale, a cold mystery whispered from beyond the Wall. "She is adrift in dreams," his maester had told him. Claere Velaryon possessed all of her mother’s fabled graces—from her haunting violet eyes and white-gold hair to the sharp, aquiline features that marked her as pure Valyrian. Her skin, fair and translucent as glass, only furthered the ghostly aura that surrounded her.

If summer snow had ever reincarnated in his time, it would have been Claere Velaryon. The rumours spoke of a 'beautiful freak', chiselled like an ice sculpture, who sang like the sweetest lark, whose fingers danced effortlessly over the harp, filling halls with melodies as delicate as her presence. She was drawn more to solitude and the quiet company of the stars than to her brothers, most of her nights spent soaring high above the world on her silvery dragon, Luna—hatched in her cradle and enormous beyond her years.

The whispers had reached him long before he’d ever seen her. She doesn't eat food, prefers the taste of human flesh and blood, they had said, each rumour darker than the last. She once tried to stab her uncle in the heart. She dabbles in blood magic with that wretched dragon of hers. Some claimed her visions could only divine the worst of futures, and that she would cut herself to the bone just to understand pain. It was said everything she touched withered into the gloom.

Cregan swallowed against the rising dread. He had been pragmatic in agreeing to this union, believing the support of the ancient Targaryens would strengthen the North. Yet now, as he stood face to face with the girl cloaked in a bizarre silence, he wondered if he had invited his own destruction. The North had weathered many storms, but this... this felt different. He had faced wildlings, dire winters, wars, and beasts, but Claere Velaryon might be his greatest unknown yet.

Perhaps this alliance, this bond forged for power, would be his ultimate undoing. The Sea Snake must’ve played him for a fool, tying him to a sorceress masked as a Valyrian princess.

As if her touch had stung him, Cregan recoiled and returned his hands to his sides, a flicker of unease settling beneath his skin. The girl’s violet eyes stayed distant at his reaction, focused on some invisible realm beyond the godswood, oblivious to the accusations that swirled around her name like storm clouds. Never meeting anyone’s gaze, she stood perfectly still, frigid as the legends surrounding her, the direwolf sigil on his chest holding her attention.

When the quiet ceremony was over and it was time for goodbyes, the weight of the moment settled heavily on them all. Soft whispers filled the air as hands were clasped, and final glances exchanged. The warmth of shared vows had already begun to fade whilst the mother and daughter, her three brothers and their grandsire traded farewells. Cregan wavered close by, observing his new wife's interactions.

No one cried except the youngest brother, Joffrey, who had refused to let go of the princess. Everyone around her, her own kin, had kept their distance in approaching her.

"Who'll sing to me now, Claerie? The moon song?" Her little brother wept, shedding his tears into her fair silk gown.

Claere’s eyes moved from her tear-streaked brother to the rest of her family. Her voice was glacial, her expression more bored than curious.

"Why does he cry?"

A brief pause passed between the lot of them.

"Because he... we will miss you, sister. We might not see each other for a long time." It was young Lucerys who eventually answered her, his tone painfully understanding. He must be the forbearing one among them.

"Then do not miss me," Claere said to them simply. "It is not my wish to cause you pain till then."

Her certainty unsettled them, a silent dismissal that left her words hovering unanswered. She seemed unaware, perhaps unconcerned, that her family could not comprehend her detachment.

"I love you, Claerie." He buried his face deeper into her gown, as if afraid she might vanish from his arms. Claere remained still as if brooking her brother's overflowing love.

There it was—a twitch in Claere’s blank eyes, a flicker of something almost human. She glanced down at Joffrey, and with visible reluctance, patted his head. The gesture was mechanical, lacking the warmth he sought. A moment later, Jace stepped forward, his hands firm as he pulled Joffrey away, his actions laced with an unspoken fear that any more time in her presence might invite something unwanted.

"Will you stay with me?" Claere asked them, though her voice, usually collected, wobbled just enough to betray the edge of apprehension.

"Not for long, my girl," Rhaenyra said to her, her smile strained, hiding some secret discomfort. "Your home is here now. You will grow to love this place and your husband. I am sure."

"A cage of stone and ice," she murmured, her gaze distant, as if already relinquished to the cold halls of her future.

Rhaenyra's smile faltered, her eyes narrowing slightly. She was unduly firm. "You speak too soon, Claere. You are a Velaryon and a Targaryen—power runs in your blood. You will learn your duty in time."

"And you'll have Luna on your side," Luke appeased her in vain. An unspeaking, fire-breathing beast for a companion. His tender heart did not hold a candle to his blind faith.

But Claere said nothing more, her expression as stony as ever. The distance between her and the life she was meant to embrace felt as vast as the sky beyond.

Cregan watched the exchange in silence, the chill in his chest deepening with each word. His worst fears were confirmed. Claere was a stranger, even to those who should have known her best. They spoke to her as if she were something fragile, something... unnatural.

A freak.

And now, she was his.

X

No one was more reluctant than Cregan to spend his first night with his new bride.

As far as obligations went, he had managed to ban the sickening tradition of a "bedding ceremony" from the occasion, much to the disappointment of some. The thought of parading the princess through a crowd of leering men felt like an abomination, yet even without that outlandish formality, he still felt the burden of duties and expectations ploughing down on him like an axe.

His familiar chambers felt chillier today, the fire crackling weakly in the hearth as Claere stood near the window, her silver hair gleaming in the moonlight. She was silent, as she had been throughout the feast, her face betraying little emotion. She refused to eat, revel in wine, or even speak. She had managed a quiet nod after well-wishes, sometimes pressing her lips tight to pass for a smile.

He recalled, with an involuntary tremble, the black rumours that had plagued him during the dinner. The mention of how his wife’s tastebuds were supposedly tempted not by the fine meats and ales of the North, but by the flesh of those who dared to covet a single glance from the Velaryon beauty. Fattened soldiers who sought her favour and found only their doom.

It was absurd, indeed. And yet, as he glanced at Claere, so still and detached by the firelight, Cregan couldn't shake the disturbing thought. What sort of woman had he brought into his home?

The distance between them felt more than just physical—it was as though she existed in another world entirely, one he had no access to. He didn't know what troubled him more: her silence, or the eerie calmness with which she met her fate.

As Cregan set down his ancestral sword and shrugged off his heavy fur cloaks, Claere moved to him with quiet resignation. Her fingers began to undo the delicate laces of her nightgown, her motions disconnected as if compelled by some unspoken assignment. The fabric slipped, gathering at her shoulders, poised to fall, when Cregan's voice broke the tense stillness.

"There is no need for that," he said sharply, cutting through the air between them, the words coming out quicker than he intended.

He stepped forward, his rough fingers gently, yet firmly, adjusting the cloth back over her bare skin. Every inch of paleness he touched was smoother than the silk she adorned, warmer than the ice-cold fingers he had held in the godswood.

Claere blinked, startled, her violet eyes searching his face for the first time that night. The vigour of that shade disarmed him for a moment before he looked away. Yes, she was his wife, but more than that, she was a mystery. And he was a man who distrusted what he could not comprehend.

"Rest. That is all for now," he added, softer now, the command awkward in his throat.

Claere scrutinized him still, her sharp gaze unrelenting as if she could unearth the truth behind his stoic mask. When she spoke, her voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

"Is there another you hold dear, my lord?"

He sighed, sinking into a cushioned seat by the hearth. "No," he replied, his tone careful, meeting her eyes with conscious composure. "And you?"

A strange smirk flickered across her face, the barest twitch of her lips. "Everything I hold dear gave me away like a pawn on a board."

Her words struck him like a blow, twisting his gut with an uncomfortable pang of pity. He allowed for her loneliness as if somehow, he was responsible for it. Yet, a strange foreboding hung in the air and kept his response locked in his throat.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the flames, fists clenching against the armrests as the fire danced and crackled, its warmth doing little to ease the cold knot of guilt growing in his chest.

"I understand you favour peace and quiet," he began carefully, his words lingering in the space between them. "But would you consider sitting with me tonight?"

Claere, staring at the shadows cast by the firelight, turned her gaze to him. Her eerie eyes, unnervingly calm, gave no indication of her thoughts. For a moment, he regretted speaking.

The pause stretched, and Cregan felt the silence chew at his nerves.

"Why?" she asked finally, her voice as undisturbed as it was empty, as though the idea of companionship was foreign.

He hesitated, searching for words. "I thought it might ease... the strangeness of the night." His eyes flickered to hers. "For both of us."

Claere’s lips barely moved as she gave a soft hum of acknowledgement. The stillness in her made him wonder if she felt anything at all, and a deeper anxiety stirred in him.

Without answering, she crossed the room, her movements as fluid and graceful as a phantom. She sat across from him, her gaze never leaving the flickering flames. Even now, such a short distance felt insurmountable.

"Ask away, my lord," she said quietly, reading into him deftly. "I do owe you many answers."

Cregan’s gaze faltered as Claere contested, and for a moment, the heat of the fire did nothing to chase away the chill crawling up his spine. Something was unnerving about the way she stared at him, something impenetrable, as if her pale eyes held some ancient secret he wasn’t meant to uncover.

"Do you hear them?" His voice was low, almost lost to the sound of the crackling wood. "The whispers about you."

Claere’s expression remained unchanged, her face as still as a porcelain mask. "What do they say?"

"They say that I was a fool to take a girl like you," he said, keeping his emotions hidden. "A girl who walks in dreams, who doesn’t belong to this world. They fear you."

Her gaze did not move an inch, unaffected by his claims. "People fear what they do not understand."

Every rumour, every whispered story of her strange tendencies crept back into his mind, grinding at his resolve. The tales of oddity, rituals, and things best left unspoken—they clung to the air between them.

"Are you afraid of me, my lord?" Her question cut through the silence like a blade.

Cregan swallowed the lump in his throat, his heart lurching in his chest. He wanted to say no, to deny the concern that gripped him, but something in her gaze made him feel exposed, powerless in a way he had not been before. He forced himself to meet her eyes, but the intensity there—the dark, unfeeling stare—made him feel as though he were sinking into a frozen lake.

His jaw clenched for a moment, as though wrestling with the words he ought to say to her. He leaned forward slightly, his voice quieter, but no less intense.

"I will not be made to live in dread of my wife," he countered firmly. "Though, beyond question, those words waver my trust for you. Upon your integrity. Time will tell."

For the first time, a glimmer of something passed over her face—a brief crack in the mask. Hurt? Confusion? Whatever it was, it was fleeting. Claere tilted her head slightly, studying him from head to toe like one might a curious specimen. He shifted back into his chair, unease unfurling in his stomach.

"You should be afraid of me," she said softly. It wasn’t a threat, but a statement, as if she were merely acknowledging a truth he had yet to accept.

Cregan did not sleep a wink that night. His ancient sword, Ice, lingered closer to him than expected, leaning on his bedside. He laid utterly still as Claere slumbered gingerly, uncaring of the shadows that danced around her, like a tarrying chill that would not leave him alone.

As the sun crested over the horizon, spilling its golden light into their chamber, there was one thing he made certain: Cregan understood that his fear was not of Claere herself, but of what she represented—an unknown force that defied everything Winterfell was. Truth and unity.

X

As the days wore on, Cregan Stark found himself perpetually on edge, his mind halved between the secret suspicions that crept through Winterfell and the cold reality of his new wife. Claere moved through the castle like a careless sprite, floating just beyond reach, drifting from room to room, always apart from the people around her. She left a wake of uncertainty in her path, tales trailing behind her like a fog.

Scarcely did she remain grounded; more often than not, she soared into the skies with Luna, her dragon, a creature so tremendous that many in Winterfell whispered it had outgrown the older beasts of war—Vhagar's equal in size and perhaps ferocity. The sight of it, gleaming silver scales slicing through the frozen air, sent shivers through the keep. Claere’s infrequent appearances at suppers left the hall feeling incomplete, her absence punctuated by muttered resentments from the courtiers and smallfolk alike. The duties of a lady to Winterfell—tending to the hearth and home, overseeing the castle’s workings—were not simply ignored but utterly abandoned.

And yet, Cregan could not bring himself to care. As long as Claere caused no disturbance, as long as she kept to the law, she was no hindrance to him.

As it went, Cregan had not slept in her bed since their wedding night. In fact, they had barely spoken. Claere had quietly suggested moving to a nearby chamber, giving him "his breathing space," as she put it, and he hadn’t objected. He offered up the one with arched ceilings, for when she dabbled in her music, and nearest to the enclosure where her dragon was housed.

Her peculiarities deepened with every passing day. In the dead of night, her harp’s haunting refrain would echo through the passageways, its melody weird and hypnotic. At other times, he would hear her soft footsteps racing through the corridor, out into the courtyard, lost in her dreams until dawn. Most of his courtiers noticed her out on the ramparts after nightfall, laying across the roof—how she got there was a mystery—and staring at the sky for hours on end, speaking to herself. But most unsettling of all were the obscure songs she would hum—songs that danced on the edge of his consciousness, unnervingly poignant, yet cruel in the sweet voice they reached. As if she were singing of things far beyond this world.

Blood and shadow, ice and flame, Sing the tune without a name In the frost, their voices hum Of dead unseen, of eyes aglow Of footsteps deep beneath the snow Ice will crack, and winds will wail, Have you seen the end unfold, the secret that never sleeps?

Claere's songs instilled an image of the most unspeakable cold he knew, distant woods beyond the Wall, where horrors awaited, ready to engulf the unwary. Sometimes, the songs became too much, stirring a dread in him so deep he would storm down the hall, ready to confront her. But each time he did, within her room, like a figure of utmost naïveté, she went by weathering her own storm.

This time, she had ensconced herself by the hearthside, rent of her sleeves, weaving dried winter roses across a vine.

"Did I wake you?" she had asked up at him.

His words faltered. Rather a hollow noise whooshed out his lips, his resentment fleeing at the sight of her. How could someone so callow invoke such unease?

"The hour grows late, princess," he would reply stiffly, the reprimand hollow even to his own ears. "It would be wiser to find some sleep before the morn."

"I adore the night," she had said to him. "Without it, you cannot see the stars. There are no shadows, too."

Cregan had expected to hate her. He had expected to find her burdensome, a hardship forced upon him by duty. But he did not. Indeed, he endured her and accommodated her. As unfamiliar as Claere was, there was something fragile beneath the mantle of her mystery. He found himself unable to despise her, though neither could he truly be fond of her. A part of him, born of compassion, wanted to protect her from the world that had turned its back on her. Perhaps, buried beneath her oddities, she yearned for some semblance of a connection she had never known.

It was one of the handmaidens who had come to him, trembling with unease, to speak of her lady’s growing detachment.

"She barely eats, my lord," the young girl had said. "I fear she grows weaker by the day, surviving on little more than water and grain."

"Have you asked the princess what she would prefer? Surely, our larders are rife enough to sustain her... distinct palate," one of the lords from Cregan's council interjected before he could react.

Cregan shot him a sharp, warning glare. He had long since grown weary of the whispers—the looks exchanged behind his back, the way people averted their eyes when his wife entered a room. The court treated her as if she were a curse, a spectre they wished to avoid. It only stoked his resolve to defend her, to ensure she was not devoured by their disdain. Claere was different, but she was not an object to be mocked.

The maid shifted uneasily. "I have spared no effort in this. Though, there is another issue, my lord."

The Stark lord sighed. "Aye, go on."

"Her ladies have dwindled to nought. I am only charged to tend to her meals, if not no one."

Cregan's heart sank at the thought. He wanted to believe that Claere was merely adjusting to her new life, that in time she would settle. But with each passing day, it became harder to ignore the isolation tightening its grip around her.

"And what, pray tell, has come over them to spurn their service to the Lady of Winterfell?" His voice was low but the threat in it was unmistakable.

The handmaiden lowered her head, unwilling to speak the truth aloud, yet the answer was clear enough. Fear. The court, the smallfolk, her own attendants—everyone was frightened of Claere.

When his eyes bore into her, she hesitated whilst wringing her hands. "We see strange things where the dragon sleeps. My lady's songs... people say they hear them echoing in the courtyard when there is no one."

"These slights must cease at once," he hissed, his voice barely above a murmur, but the weight behind it made the girl flinch. "Claere is a princess of the realm, moreover your lady. Any who fail in their duty will answer to me. Am I clear?"

She nodded hurriedly. "Yes, my lord," she stammered, bowing before retreating from the hall.

And when the next issue reached him, it was, once again, centred on the most pressing concern: Claere's dragon.

"We are unable to feed the beast, my lord," a nervous steward reported, his voice trembling as he stood before Cregan. "The men refuse to go near it. Even the bravest among them say they hear odd noises from its holding."

Cregan's brow furrowed deeply. "Are they afraid of a dragon doing what dragons do—eat?"

"It's not just that, my lord," the steward began, his voice shaky. "We simply do not have the numbers to sustain it. We've lost livestock faster than we can replenish, and there is not enough game in the woods this season. Our people will be left with nothing if it continues like this."

Cregan stood from his chair, pacing toward the hearth as the steward’s words sank in. Feeding Claere's dragon was becoming a task fraught with superstition and suspicion—neither of which he could afford in Winterfell. And now that dragon was a looming menace not just for its size, but even for its insatiable appetite. If they couldn't meet its needs, there was no telling what havoc it might wreak.

"I will take her out to hunt on the morrow," a hushed voice spoke up from across the room.

Cregan turned sharply to see Claere standing in the entrance, her pale little figure silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor. No one had even heard her approach.

A rush of murmurs, of "my lady" and "your grace", went across the sparse crowd in the hall.

For the first time, he noticed how discomfited she seemed with the attention on her. She had courteous bows for the little council of lords before she stood before Cregan, silvery hair left dishevelled and her thin lavender silks trailing by her feet. The toll of her attendant's dearth was evident, how she had to cope alone these past days.

“You heard all that?” he muttered to her, trying to mask the unease.

Claere nodded, unruffled. Then she mellowly addressed the rest of the council who was seated and the anxious steward.

"Luna will no longer be a burden to you," she assured. "Thereafter, I will fly her beyond the Wall. There must be plenty of wild herds there that would satisfy her. And it will keep her from Winterfell's rife supply for a time."

While the disparaged lord hung his head, Cregan's breaths began to constrict. The idea of Claere—of anyone—venturing beyond the Wall unsettled him, but the alternative was just as threatening. It was dangerous to let someone so young, so inexperienced roam in the ancient, Northern wilderness. The risks were too great, even for a dragonrider. His argument would be proved right by the last Targaryen who visited the wall, Claere's own great-great-grandmother, the Good Queen Alysanne and her dragon, Silverwing.

His gaze never left Claere as the lords around them voiced their concern, exclaiming how unwise it was for her to embark beyond Castle Black in such perilous times. Yet, she stood before them as cold and unbothered as ever, her violet eyes betraying no hint of fear or doubt.

"You plan to hunt beyond the Wall alone, as winter draws nigh?" Cregan asked, laced with tension. "You would risk that?"

One of his bannermen, old and discerning to the dangers of the North, came forth with an incredulous look. "A Southerner such as you would have no idea of the true perils beyond Whitetree, my lady. Five hundred years have passed since the last great threat, and still, we are not entirely certain what lurks in the darkness. If it isn't the cold that claims you, it might be wildlings or worse—barbed, spindly creatures, drawn from the blackest legends."

Claere tilted her head slightly as if the lord’s words were of little consequence to her. As if she knew something about the Land of Always Winter that he did not.

"Do not fret, ser," Claere replied, gentle yet astute. "Luna is fearsome when she needs to be. She is not just any dragon—she is the last living relic of Old Valyria, a mere egg when Aenar the Exile first claimed Dragonstone. She will protect me."

Her words should have been reassuring, but they left Cregan with a hollow pit in his stomach. It wasn’t her confidence in the dragon that troubled him—it was her complete lack of concern for the threats she would face. He had seen fear in men’s eyes before, but Claere’s violet gaze was barren, as though no amount of danger or uncertainty could touch her.

"You speak of Luna’s strength as if it is enough," Cregan finally said, his voice low. "But what of your own?"

"You needn’t concern yourself with my safety," she replied, her tone as impassive as her expression.

He studied her closely, weighing his options and her obvious solutions, searching her enchanting face for some flicker of apprehension. There was nothing. It irked him to no extent. Did nothing shake her? Did nothing put her off?

"I am the Warden of the North," he bit out. "Your safety is under my jurisdiction."

She shrugged one side of her shoulder. "Then it appears we have reached an impasse, my lord."

Her words were calm and detached, as though she were discussing the weather. Cregan's patience wore thin, his protective instincts clashing with her indifference.

He strode to her side, towering over her, his imposing figure blocking them from the view of the council. Claere leaned away, her eyes dipping down, her face contorting in disquiet at his proximity. Yet he pressed on, tucking a finger under her chin, forcing her gaze back to him.

"Don't," he tried to protest.

"Look at me," he urged, his grip tightening as frustration bled into his words. "I cannot risk you for something as feckless as a hungry pet. Do you understand me, Claere?"

Her gaze flicked up to meet his. For a brief moment, it was as if she were on the verge of revealing some hidden truth, some implicit fear or vulnerability.

"You do not risk me. 'Tis I who take the risk," she said, her voice painfully even.

Cregan's jaw clenched, his exasperation palpable as he released her chin, stepping back but still glaring at her. He could protect Winterfell, the North, and his people—but her? He was not so convinced anymore.

"Fine. Do as you wish," he surrendered. "Ride past the Wall."

She offered him nothing more than a parting curtsey as if she had already said too much. With that, Claere turned to leave the room but his words stopped her dead in her tracks.

"However, I will ride with you."

For a moment, she remained still, her back to him. Slowly, she turned her head, glancing at him over her shoulder. And finally—there it was.

A flicker of astonishment in her violet eyes. A break in the mask of indifference she so carefully maintained. Her lips parted, but no words came. Something deeper, more vulnerable, flickered in her violet gaze, a shadow of doubt or unease, quickly concealed again behind her calm facade.

"Why?" she asked, her foremost intuition to always suspect goodwill.

"It's not a request," Cregan replied, his tone brooking no arguments. "If you are to face danger, you will not do it alone."

Claere’s gaze lingered on him for a beat longer before she gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. Without another word, she turned once more and left the room, the heavy doors closing behind her with a quiet thud.

Cregan stood still, watching the place where she had just been, and where no one could see him, broke out into a triumphant smirk. This was it then, a game at which two could play. If she was a tempest, then he would be the steadfast mountain, immovable against the storm.

X

thank you for reading! idk how a taglist works but I'd love to hear your thoughts <3

[atomicpixies]

Patron's January pin is a Magical Girl Class Pin! And you may be asking...what kind of class is that? While you see, a few years back we made a really cool set of magical class pins centered around a franchise that now brings up.....a lot of not so fun feelings for us, and I imagine a few of you. And we've been sorta kicking around what to do. We love the designs, but we don't really want to promote that franchise, or honestly, to have a whole pin collection stuck so close to one fandom, period. While looking at the pins we already made in the set, we realized that a few designs are anchored to that fandom...but most are JUST types of magic classes. And she who will not be name doesn't own the idea of magic classes, in fact, I'd like to do my part to shake her off that idea.  And also, we realized, in nerd magic lingo, class can have two concept (A learning environment or a table top class.) So we decided to let some of the more specific ones drop off the edge (bye muggle studies) , create a unique collection with the others (Astronomy, Potions) and add in new ones (Magical girls, Necromancy) to create a pin collections for ALL the witches, wizards, warlocks, sorceresses, weirdos trying shit out in the back yard....you know, the whole crew!

[puppytoast]

i love your fox girls please tell me about your fox girls

I have found some time to let me ramble into this box for an hour LETS GO...

First of all thank you I also love my fox girls. I also assume you are probably the same person sending me misc asks about foxgirls regularly which I keep them because I like them so don't be discouraged that I don't answer them all the time lol

I can go on for a long time so I'll just keep things about Tetra today...

This is Tetra.

This is also Tetra.

They are the same character but I have implemented her into two universes. She was originally made for my GURPS (ttrpg) game and then I adapted her into my own headworld setting; Vanus. She is very slightly different between the two settings, but overall it is the same character and the way I draw her just determines the setting i'm drawing for at the moment. I tend to talk about both of these versions of her randomly but for the sake of things being entirely my own writing and not things from the TTRPG I play her in.

I'll be mostly talking about Vanus Tetra today. (So the one on the right)

Tetra is a sarcastic socially awkward alchemist who likes to test new reagents and concoctions by putting them in her mouth and immediately getting sick. She is a laid back, mostly carefree weirdo. She is very interested in making medicines for people, however she also has a blatant fascination with poisons to the point where her continued taste testing has given her a poison resistance. Her ears are floppy because she has overly sensitive hearing. She likes harmless pranks. She is so aroace she does not understand innuendos nor any kind of flirting to the point of confusion. The list goes on.

Tetra was born to a ~rather important~ sorceress and her bodyguard. What exactly the important thing they are doing remains unknown, but for REASONS they had to leave her in the care of her mother's old friend/other bodyguard, Terasu, when she was PRETTY young Probably around 8-10 or so.

Terasu basically raised her for a few years, lending a lot to Tetra's snarky and mischievous personality and the way she presents herself. However Terasu was chronically ill and was very good at hiding it. When her illness suddenly took a turn for the worse she sought the help of an old dragon alchemist that lived in the depths of a dark fungal jungle. He did his best to help, however Terasu ended up succumbing to her illness, leaving a still very young Tetra with this rather eccentric dragon they had both dubbed "Grampa" when she was about 12.

Grampa took her in and taught her alchemy due to her unyielding persistence in wanting him to teach her. She fixated on the craft, believing that if she had known sooner she could have done anything to prevent her caretaker's death, and wanted to do all she could to help others in the future.

She took to the craft incredibly quickly and her skill grew just as fast. She easily adjusted to her life in the fungal woods and grew very attached to Grampa, treating him like a father figure. Before either of them knew it, she had been there studying alchemy for a good 15 years... However Grampa when she started living there was already very old, even for being an older-lived species, and when he passed, it basically broke her. First her parents vanished, then her caretaker died from illness, now she had lost Grampa too. She had already developed a separation anxiety at this point and this amplified it to the point where, despite burying him herself, she was still regularly talking to Grampa, acting like none of it had happened, like he was still there.

Due to her psychosis, "Grampa's" guidance caused her to set off from home truly for the first time. To gather new reagents for alchemy, to hone the skill more and to potentially meet new people. Maybe figure out what the hell happened to her parents, because she is definitely mad about that. She is an odd animal trying to learn how to process grief and discover a found family. She is sad but she stays silly to the point where it's not something you would notice unless you spent a lot of time with her since she is too busy generally being a weird goofball to let others in the know of her own problems.

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part IV)

I LOOK IN PEOPLE'S WINDOWS

I had died the tiniest death.

I spied the catch in your breath.

I'm afflicted by the not knowing.

I look in people's windows.

They have their friends over to drink nice wine.

I look in people's windows in case you're at their table.

What if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

I still ponder what it meant.

I triеd searching faces on streets.

What are the chances you'd be downtown?

Does it feel alright to not know me?

I'm addicted to the "if only".

I look in people's windows like I'm some deranged weirdo.

THE PROPHECY

It's gone again.

I got cursed like Eve got bitten.

Was it punishment?

I guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

A greater woman wouldn't beg.

I've been on my knees.

Change the prophecy.

Don't want money, just someone who wants my company,

Let it once be me.

Who do I have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?

Still I dream of him.

I sound like an infant.

A greater woman stays cool.

I howl like a wolf at the moon.

I look unstable.

Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table.

A greater woman has faith.

Even statues crumble if they're made to wait.

I'm so afraid I sealed my fate.

Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay.

CASSANDRA

That's where I was when I got the call.

In the streets, there's a raging riot.

Burn the bitch.

When the truth comes out, it's quiet.

They killed *Name* first 'cause she feared the worst

They filled my cell with snakes.

Do you believe me now?

I was in my tower weaving nightmares.

What doesn't kill you makes you aware.

What happens if it becomes who you are?

They set my life in flames.

They knew the whole time that I was onto something.

The family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line.

They all said nothing.

Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll.

Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul.

You can mark my words that I said it first.

In the morning warning, no one heard.

That's where I was when I lost it all.

I was onto something.

Not a single word was heard.

PETER

My lost fearless leader.

Is it something I did?

The goddess of timing once found us beguiling.

She said she was trying.

Was she lying?

I didn't wanna come down.

I thought it was just goodbye for now.

You said you were gonna grow up.

Are you still a mind reader?

I've heard great things.

Life was always easier on you than it was on me.

Sometimes it gets me.

We both did the best we could do.

I didn't wanna hang around.

I won't confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn.

I hoped you'd return.

Tell me all that you'd learned.

Love's never lost when perspective is earned.

You said you'd come and get me.

The shelf life of those fantasies has expired.

Forgive me, *Name*, please know that I tried.

I tried to hold on to the days when you were mine.

The woman who sits by the window has turned out the light.

THE BOLTER

She almost drowned when she was six in frigid water.

I can confirm she made a curious child.

Reviled by everyone except her own father.

Splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless.

Excellent fun 'til you get to know her.

She runs like it's a race.

Her best mates laughed and they nicknamed her "The Bolter".

Oh, we must stop meeting like this.

It always ends up with a town car speeding out the drive one evening.

He'll call her a whore

As she was leaving, it felt like breathing.

All her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes.

It feels like the time she fell through the ice, then came out alive.

He was a cad, wanted her bad.

She liked the way he tastes.

At first blush, this is fate.

What a charming Saturday.

She just knows she must bolt.

She's been many places with men of many faces.

Hearts are hers for the breakin'.

She's got the best stories.

As she was leaving, it felt like freedom.

ROBIN

Long may you reign.

You're an animal.

You are bloodthirsty

You have no idea.

All this showmanship to keep it for you in sweetness.

Way to go, tiger.

Long may you roar.

You're a just ruler.

You look ridiculous and you have no idea.

Buried down deep and out of your reach, the secret we all vowed to keep.

You got the dragonflies above your bed.

You have a favorite spot on the swing set.

You have no room in your dreams for regrets.

You have no idea.

The time will arrive for the cruel and the mean.

You'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline.

But now we'll curtail your curiosity in sweetness.

THE MANUSCRIPT

Now and then she rereads the manuscript of the entire torrid affair.

I'm not a donor but I'd give you my heart if you needed it.

You're a professional.

No, just a good samaritan.

If the sex was half as good as the conversation was, soon they'd be pushin' strollers.

Soon it was over.

She wished she was thirty..

Couldn't sleep unless it was in her mother's bed.

She dated boys who were her own age.

She was so wise beyond her years.

Everything had been above board.

The years passed like scenes of a show.

The Professor said to write what you know.

Lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward.

The actors were hitting their marks.

The slow dance was alight with the sparks.

At last, she knew what the agony had been for.

The only thing that's left is the manuscript.

One last souvenir from my trip to your shores.

The story isn't mine anymore.

[clarktooncrossing]

DUMPSTER DUDELZ III: Revenge of the Dumpster

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW!

IT'S ME, CLARK!

Happy New Year, weirdos of the world! The last year might've been a mixed bag in most regards, but in terms of artwork I was riding a creative high. Like, holy crap, the amount of artwork posted is surprising. You better believe the goal is to keep that streak going well into 2025. What better way to start then looking back on what didn't make the cut in 2024? By now showcasing my leftover sketches in these compilations has become sortuv' a regular tradition. Not that you'll ever hear me complain about it. I hate seeing artwork go unused, plus it's fun seeing how my skills have improved over the last twelve months. So what awaits us in the dumpster?

(1) ABBY K. DABBY

Y'ever wonder why rabbits are considered sexy? Lola Bunny, Jessica Rabbit, Judy Hoppes, even Playboy loves dressing their models up as the small critters. Why is that? It was while pondering this, looking up artwork of Zatanna, and watching clips of Penn & Teller: Fool Us that this feisty sorceress came into mind. Meet Abby K. Dabby, the resident magical mistress of the Clarktooniverse. At the moment there's nothing there outside of a cool design, though my plan is to further fill out her backstory so she's more than just eye candy with a quirky name.

(2) BLOOD ON THE SADDLE

Disney fans everywhere rejoiced when Disney finally renovated the beloved Country Bear Jamboree in Orlando. Less so when the show finally opened and prioritized shoving tracks from the company's library down our ears in favor of maintaining the oddball humor the show's known for. Personally I just counted my blessings, especially considering the fates of Dinosaur and Muppet Vision 3*D. You could say D23 was a real disappointment. At the very least, I thought Big Al singing "Remember Me" from Coco was funny as ever. Oh Al, you are truly the bluest bear we've ever met. Never change, buddy!

(3) ROSIE STARDUST

This was quickly sketches after looking at a commission done by @zernna. Like a lot of my characters, Rosie looks better when drawn by somebody else. Regardless, the cosmic cutie is always fun to draw.

(4) JACKIE'S WARDROBE

Speaking of commissions, my buddy @burningthrucelluloid commissioned me to create a sweet picture featuring his two space characters, cosmonaut Jackie Valentine and wasp princess Exa. He left it up to me what the former should wear, thus several options were offered. The three presented here include the heroine's regular spacesuit, a sexy pair of space undies, and something more akin to what she wore before leaving Earth. In the end we decided on something fancier to better fit the romantic mood. Anybody interested in checking out the final result can click here.

(5) FREDDYS OF DIFFERENT LANDS

Along with Abby, Freddy Fox's walk through Whimsyland is the result of a failed Sketch BOOM. Or more specifically, one that never got finished. It could easily be finished now since nothing went wrong with its production. Still, I'd prefer just to scrap it and move on. Not without saving what's already been completed first. This depicts the theme park's mascot walking through each land with an appropriate attire to match. From left to right we have classic Freddy walking down Whimsy Warf, crossing into Cowboy Country, jaunting towards Jungle Junction, frolicking through Fantasy Forest, making his way into Monster Marsh, and finally trotting through Tomorrow Town. It's the last outfit I'm particularly proud of, calling back to the campier costumes parading through other parks. Let's hope a trip to Whimsyland is in our foreseeable future.

(6) AN-D SHARK (DOO DOO DA DOO DA DOO)

In case you missed yesterday's post, a Secret Santa was held on my Discord server this year and I got Void-Android Anybody doubting his present wasn't drawn by hand can now kiss dirt and eat my rubber! They can also check out the final product by clicking here.

(7) BAT BARNEY

@princessofDisney27 wanted me to check out Waiting for Santa was a part of this year's Christmas Specials Special. Obviously that review didn't get finished in time. That's a story for another time. For now, Hannah unlocked my purple-tinted nostalgia before sending me down a rabbit hole of odd finds on YouTube. Learning who Bob West and David Joyner were, seeing the dino rock an epic drum solo whenever not purse snatching, watching the theatrical movie a thousand times over, that tyrannosaur from Texas found a way back into my heart. It's the only explanation I have for this. Why Batman? Blame Barney, he encouraged my weird-ass imagination.

(8) HELP WANTED

Many tough decisions were made this year. Cutting 3K was one of them. The story of ERN-E and the Knights of the Square Table never came together quite the way I had hoped. So now the plan is to work certain elements into other stories. As we've established, throwing away ideas isn't my cup'a tea. Especially not when Candy Banger's ready to shoot me if she's not given a new job. Rest assured folks, this won't be the last you see of this android assassin.

(9) SO, NO HONEY?

Did you know that Popeye and Tintin enter the Public Domain this year? Along with several other Mickey Mouse shorts? Can't wait to see them all be turned into horror media produced by lazy douchebags. Yes, we get it, the joke is seeing these family friendly franchises going dark and disturbed. If we pretend it's funny will you stop telling the same, unoriginal joke? Regardless, I decided it'd be fun to include A.A. Milne's cast of beloved characters for Whimsyland as a nice parallel to certain other theme parks. Their colored sketch actually debuted earlier this year on my deviantART account. Hopefully you all love'm in black and white too. And here's hoping something more creative is made with these characters other than trashy slasher flicks.

(10) STEAMBOAT WILLIE

Did you know that Mickey and Minnie Mouse entered the Public Domain last year? Of course you did! You couldn't go anywhere without hearing about it, no doubt to Disney's dismay. Granted, it was only these characters as they appeared in Steamboat Willie, Plane Crazy, and Gallopin Gaucho, but this was still big news in the world of animation. No longer could Mickey be locked away in the vault. Anybody was allowed to use the rodent as they see fit. Immediately I wondered what a Clarktoon version of him would look like. Designs are still being worked out, but as you can see, some liberties have been taken.

(11) TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART

Hey, anybody remember that eclipse that happened earlier this year? Wild times. Rosie certainly remembers it. This was the sketch that eventually became this picture:

(12) SUPER-DEE-DOOPER

Back in my early years, Barney was all I bothered drawing. Or at least what could charitably be considered a crude approximation of the character. Honestly, he looked more like a stop sign wedged into the top of a potato. Gimme a break, I had yet to refine my artistic skills. Years later it was decided to see if my skills really had improved at all. The results more than speak for themselves. Although Little Clark is a lot taller than he ott'a be. Gimme a break, this was drawn at 2 AM while watching Expedition Theme Park's video on the Universal stage show. For the record, that show would've been the only reason Little Clark would've preferred a trip to that park over Disney World. Nothing you tell me could convince me that wouldn't have been the greatest hug of all time!

(13) TEENAGE MUTANT FREELANCE POLICE

deviantART making dumbass decisions? Stop the presses! By now I think it's safe to say we've become accustomed to the media sharing site changing things for the worse. This includes removing sta.sh from the platform. It was a convenient place to store your art until it was time for posting. My Studio isn't terrible, but it pales in comparison to its predecessor. At least it's not frustratingly redundant like the updated messaging system. Nope, still not over that. Still, seeing as sta.sh was about to get the ax, I elected to remove any artwork still lingering there. Included was this sketch from 2014 featuring a Ninja Turtle from the original Mirage comics meeting Sam and Max of the Freelance Police. You could say it was oddly fitting considering both started out as independent books with odd senses of humor. Though it's up to you to decide who's crazier; a Mirage Turtle or Max?

(14) SANTA'S BUDDY, THE ICE CREAM BUNNY

Suddenly, a siren starts to wail! And you'll never guess who's coming down the trail! Or will you? Meet the Ice Cream Bunny, star of 1972's Santa Claus and the Ice Cream Bunny. It's a hilariously awful Holiday feature filmed at the defunct Pirate's World theme park, a precursor to Walt Disney World. Many factors led to its downfall, one of them being pictures produced on the cheap at their property. This is made especially evident by the lackluster costume made for the titular rabbit. Most folks find him incredibly creepy. I am not most folks, then again clowns don't scare me out either. People are weird. Oddities like that aside, here's my attempt at making the character cute. Why not? He's also public domain! How else would you explain all the times Rifftrax tore this movie apart?

(15) EASTER BUMPER

Less creepy are the lagomorphs surrounding Bumper. @foxhatart has tried convincing me to sell Bumper stickers before and this was my attempt at making them. Granted this sketch is still useable, but like the aforementioned BOOM, it's better to start fresh. Still, you lot would kill me if something this cute went to waste.

(16) WANDA ZIGGY

Meet Wanda, wife to alien grease monkey and Clarksburg's resident cinephile, Wonder Ziggy. His design was based on Robot Monster from the similarly named movie. Wanda was based on Virginia Leith as she appeared in The Brain That Wouldn't Die. Originally my exposure to this movie came in the form of the Whose Line game Film Dub, where the cast basically pulls an MST3K by providing their own commentary over footage of public domain B-Movies. Never mess with a winning formula, folks. Even back then, the image of this hauntingly gorgeous woman's head kept alive on a mad scientist's table stuck with me. All of that was before I discovered the bonkers plot of the movie. In this story, the head doesn't die, Ziggy saving her and the two sparking a romance. She comes off as cold and detached only because of how her last marriage handled her. Really she loves Ziggy and is just laser focused. Fingers crossed I can do a full-fledged color picture of the oddball couple soon.

(17) BUMPER & BUTTERFLIES

Yet another remnant from a failed Sketch BOOM, albeit a different one. There's not really much to say here, it's simply another excuse for Bumper to look cute.

(18) WONDER ZIGGY & PIZZA MONSTER

Speaking of Wonder Ziggy, here he is alongside the always hungry Pizza Monster. Made these with the intention to use'm for something Christmas relayed. Obviously that didn't happen. Both ended up looking better than expected, so expect to see them again in the future.

(19) THE ORIGINAL XENA

Turns out 2024 marked a major milestone in the Clarktooniverse. Around ten years ago, I decided to finally check out the Alien franchise. Like most things horror, exposure began slowly by first checking out Markiplier's playthrough of Isolation. Seeing how passionate he was for this freaky franchise led me to finally watching the movies, the first two being excellent masterpieces rightfully loved by audiences. We don't have to discuss the sequels. Point is, my obsession with xenomorphs quickly grew. For some reason I wondered what would happen if my best buddy Crocie came into contact with one. Cue this crude sketch of a xenodile which eventually became the basis for Xena. Yes folks, Croc's daughter turned 10 last year. Happy birthday, kiddo! Here's to 10 more years of absurd adventures!

(20) MALEFIDOT

I know you, I waltzed with you once upon a dream. Or rather, once upon an absurd suggestion by @burningthrucelluloid. Couldn't tell you how exactly this idea came to be, other than it combines my favorite character from Steven Universe with my favorite Disney villain. Like I said; weird-ass imagination. XD

(21) CONFUSED COW

No doubt this was the look on Jim Cummings's face when Mr-Herp-Derp asked him to sign my Supercow pic at Comic Con this year.

(22) APES TOGETHER STRONG

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes was all my mind could focus on back in 2014. Rise was already a fantastic film when its sequel surpassed every expectation. And then some! The fact that Andy Serkis was never nominated for an Oscar is a sign that humanity really is screwed. If nothing else, it's leagues better than this year's Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes, which felt like a soulless retread of themes found in prior entries. Still, I'm not here to bash on newer sequels. For now this was yet another drawing from 19 year old Clark rescued from sta.sh.

(23) TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA BUMPER

Ninja Turtles turned 40 last year. By now it's safe to say their teenage years are long gone. My wish was to draw some spectacular piece celebrating the occasion. This was the closest I got. Ah well, maybe when the Turtles are 50.

(24) ZOMBEAGLE

Rounding things out is this psychotic pooch plush toy for a yuletide one shot held during December. Years of Alec badgering me to give Dungeon Mastering a try, I set up a short seasonal story loosely based on Jingle All the Way for my friends. On the final week before Christmas, everybody and their grandmother is out looking for the Holiday's hottest toy, Zombeagle. Whiny parents forced it's recall back in the 90s before vit became viral on ClockFace. Now our players must fight to see who leaves Barney's Toy Box with their prize. Said players include Alec as the cyborg goblin Vrellunk, @Foxhatart playing her ponysona Autumn Scribble, @JetProject portraying the multiversal menace Pic Shell, @Mr-Herp-Derp dealing damage as the hyper-evolved dino Stokes, and @princessofDisney27 thinking outside the box with her magical princess turned mother Heather Heartland. In the end, Fox won the battle but Hannah left with the toy. All got a happy ending, myself included. Plans are already set out for a sequel and a full-length campaign, though that's a discussion for later this year...

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

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[moviesludge]

Okay next group is recent stuff I liked in no order:

The Menu - Suspense thriller about people attending an exclusive luxury dining experience. Capitalism's effect on art & the artist.

Unwelcome - English couple with a new baby on the way inherit an old cottage in Ireland and try to fit in with locals. Also goblins.

Becky/Wrath of Becky - 13 year old girl is gravely crossed by white supremacists and responds with extreme violence/traps.

Significant Other/Watcher - Maika Monroe joints. Both cat-and mouse thrillers. Watcher is like Lost In Translation, but if she was in Romania and instead of Bill Murray, there's some *other* creepozoid that might or might not be watching/following her. --- S.O. is a sci-fi thriller about a couple who go camping in the wilderness, but they aren't alone.

Snatchers - Rare well-made horror-comedy about a teen girl who gives birth to a monster baby.

Werewolves Within - Solid horror comedy about a small snowy town where a werewolf appears to be loose. Everyone is a suspect!

The Empty Man - An ex-cop searches for a missing girl whose disappearance is connected to a strange urban legend.

Titane - A dancer on the run from the law hides by posing as the missing son of a firefighter. From the director of Raw.

Oxygen - Restrained Aja mystery thriller about a woman in a high tech pod with amnesia. She has to figure out what's happening before she runs out of air.

Alone - Recently widowed woman driving cross-country to move. Some weirdo starts following her.

Ritual - Four friends go for a hiking trip in Sweden to honor the memory of their friend that was murdered. They decide to take a shortcut through an old forest.

The Night House - Recently widowed woman starts experiencing supernatural phenomena in the house her husband built by a lake.

The Sadness - Extremely violent horror about a contagious illness that turns people into viciously cruel murderers. Heavy gore and cringe factors.

Apostle - A man poses as a devotee to a weirdo religious cult run on an island to try to find his lost sister.

Hellbender - A witch/sorceress lives alone with her daughter in an isolated forest and hesitates to tell her more about their nature.

Bad Hair - A Black woman tries to make her way in her new job at an MTV-like music channel in 1989, but runs into supernatural trouble when she is convinced to conform.

Piggy - A fat girl's life is thrown into upheaval when a serial killer comes to her town.

Fresh - A woman takes a chance on love only to be captured and imprisoned by her charismatic date.

[limerental]

my unpopular opinion, that I am not comfortable sharing with most Witcher fans because of how much of a hot take it is: is that the other Witchers of Kaer Morhen are overrated in the fandom, they never play a significant role in the story after the first half of Blood of Elves, ( I think they are only mentioned and never appear again)

like 70% of their characters are from the games and fanon, and I like their characters don't get me wrong, but I'm kinda sick of every fanfiction being just the uwu fluffy hotsprings fanon version of them, I just don't get why everyone is so obsessed with them

Jaskier is definitely also oversaturated in the fandom but I've seen people complain about his fans and oversaturation but not the Witchers

I wish the Hanza, the Elves and other lesser-known characters would have more fanon content of them, ever since reading the books Iv discovered so many new characters I love and I guess im kinda of envious that they arnt receiving enough attention and  Iv had a disconnect with the fanon side of the fandom

Yeah, anon, as much as I do love many of the Witchers and still love a good Kaer Morhen fic, hard agree.

Even within the context of the games, even tw3 where the Kaer Morhen gang plays a big role, the Witchers are such a small part of it. Lambert's the only Witcher character who gets significantly fleshed out and who has his own questline (which I think is why Aiden is such a prevalent fan thing despite never appearing in any canon.... Lambert gets a lot of screen time and interaction so the story is compelling).

And these canons have so, so many characters and different parts of canon to explore! There's a whole mess of sorceresses. Royalty and those loyal to them. Spies and bandits and war criminals. Dragons. Vampires. Unicorns. There's freedom fighter elves and time travel weirdo elves and royalty elves and elves who are having a bad day. There's weird elves.

Did I mention the elves

[cerberus253]

Okay.. but what if drago met someone he would see as a sibling and have a platonic bond? Like- a shark hybrid person or a orca hybrid?

Honestly, drago deserves more love, but also affection, and would be funny see he have a sibling dynamic with a orca hybrid or shark, cause it could possibly make the other demon sorcerers have flash backs to when they were possibly younger^^

(Also, please rest and take your time to answer this if you want, i love your headcanons and i starving for more, and i hope i not bothering you;-;)

I’ve already answered a question similar to this one a while back https://www.tumblr.com/cerberus253/630723361668022272/how-do-you-think-drago-would-react-if-he-found-out

As with the “part shark or orca” part, Drago would not only hate but fear the water now. Definitely would be hearing the “Jaws” theme in his head if he knew his Sibling was around and he was in water.

Groudon VS Kyogre. Shendu would be Rayquaza because he constantly needs to break their fights up.

On a serious note, Drago and their Sibling would fight over just about everything, especially their father's affection. However, between the two, I think Shendu would always pick Drago because of the Fire alignment.

Obviously they would both be abused by Shendu, with Drago being pushed to his limit power-wise (so he can be in quality shape to bring Shendu back if something were to happen to him), and the Sibling just being neglected and seen as more of a mistake.

This would make the Sibling notice earlier than Drago that Shendu cares not for them, so there's no point to win his affection. However, because Drago is always being pushed to do better and grow stronger, at least gaining Shendu's attention, Drago wouldn't come to the same conclusion until way later. Even still, internally Drago still desires his father's affection, but I think the Sibling would have gotten over it, or realize it's not going to happen no matter what they do.

Alternatively, maybe the Sibling would have turn towards Bai Tza and sought to get her acceptance. However, just like Shendu, she also wouldn't see the Sibling as nothing more than a tool, especially to get at her brother in any way she can. She does, canonically, hate Shendu the most.

Although Bai Tza would also reject the Sibling, I think they would have adopted similar traits (outspoken, dominating, authoritarian, realistic, learns from past mistakes) as her just for the fact that she is THE Water Demon Sorceress and the Sibling is also water, so yeah.

Water is the Chinese element of rapid, dangerous, and unknown change, so I can see them starting some sort of sudden war/revolution against the Demon Sorcerers out of pure hatred of them. Odd comparison, but it's like "Paradise Lost," with the Demon Sorcerers being God and the Sibling being Lucifer/Satan, who started a war against his creator out of pure Pride and Hatred. He cared not for the freedom of demons and humans, nor the empathy with his Fallen Angelic kindred, just simple, pure, unadulterated, personal HATE against God Themself out of jealousy for not being picked as favorite.

There's also "Guardians of the Galaxy" with Gamora and Nebula's relationship/violent sibling rivalry. Gamora would be Drago, and Nebula would be the Sibling. Would they resolve their relationship like they did? I'm not sure, but it would take a loving weirdo of a third party to bring them back together and, at the very least, take down Shendu for good, showing him that what and who they are are are not worthless mistakes.

Shark

If they grew up together as kids, Drago would have definitely threatened his sibling about cutting off their fins and making them into Shark Fin Soup. They would reciprocate with hand-bag threats.

I could see Drago wanting to make shark tooth necklaces out of their sibling's teeth, whether it be from them naturally falling out or from being punched out, since I'm pretty sure they would often fight each other.

Depending on the shark half, the Sibling would either close their nictitating membrane (third, translucent eyelid) or roll their eyes back, when fighting with Drago so as to protect their eyes. This probably freaked Drago out the first few times he saw it, thinking they were undead. Heck, probably got him a few times when playing dead after a fight not having to do with him.

Sharks do not sleep, they merely rest in an unconscious state. We have seen Drago sleep. Therefore, Drago getting a jump on his Sibling, who is half shark, would prove difficult because they probably don't sleep that easily and probably don't need to so often.

Depending on the shark species the Sibling is, they would either be more social or a bit of a loner. Either way, they don't interact like a team like most other animal groups do. If they ever revolted against the Demons, I don't think they'd be too interested in convincing Drago to be at their side.

Orca

Now, in comparison to sharks, orcas are waaaaayyyyy less aggressive. Therefore, the Sibling, if part orca, would be a lot more playfully aggressive than dangerously aggressive. However, knowing what orcas do to their prey, the Sibling would also be more cruel and torturing than fast and direct. What I'm saying is that the Sibling would like to toy, frustrate, and exhaust Drago first, then fight him directly.

Drago's nicknames for them: "Over-sized squeaky toy," "Killer Dolphin" (not "Killer Whale" because that sounds too cool), and "Water Panda."

Orcas do actually sleep, but only one half of the brain at a time. Therefore, they literally sleep with one eye open. Drago has been seen full-brain sleeping, therefore it would be easier to jump him while he sleeps than his Sibling because they are, in fact, half-conscious and aware of their surroundings when half-brain sleeping.

Something interesting about male and female orcas: Not only are orca pods female led, but the males also choose to stay by their mom for the vast majority of their life, lifelong even. It's not because they are lazy and want their mother to do everything for them, but it's literally because they just want to be with them. I guess it's a social and emotional thing <3 In addition, the adult females, even grandmothers, are very protective and supportive of their sons and grandsons, even to the point of murdering other orca babies (it's real, look it up).

So, if the Sibling is male, it would make sense he would genuinely want to be around Drago and their Dad to accept them, but once neither of that seems possible, he would find more guidance and connection with Bai Tza. Heh heh, mama's boy.

If the Sibling is female, she would be a lot more protective and supportive of Drago, despite their violent sibling rivalry. Yes, she would be rather cruel and abusive towards him, but deep down she does actually care about him and would want him to be free from their father's tyrannical abuse. It would also make sense she would see Bai Tza as more competent than Shendu, at least in a ruling sense.

Either sex, the Sibling would most likely want Drago at their side if they ever were to revolt against the Demons, whether it be because they wan to be siblings with them or they believe it would be better for Drago and them in general, siblings or not.

[crysdrawsthings]

As tagged by @fallen-chances let's do this OC thingy c:

In turn I am tagging, hmmmm, @akaviri-dovah @bunniletto @mairoff and literally anyone interested c:

Favorite OC

At the given time I would say my favorite OC is one my DnD characters, finally graduating to have a lore in the wider Crys Cinematic Universe - Ruthaar. Dragonborn devout of the Scaled Mother - Tiamat - and a prophet crucial to her eventual release from the Nine Hells. All around cutie too!

Newest OC

My newest OC is Jheraar also known as Oreo or Cookie, my Baldur's Gate 3 protagonist! Wyrmchild, assassin, silly goose and all around a very lovely chromatic dragon with a serious case of both amnesia and zoomies.

Oldest OC

Oh, this would be Uluthana one! I think pretty much the oldest OC I can really remember having is the being that is in the current canon of my original setting, Uluthana, is known as Aynar-Ayen, one of the Twin Celestial Oracles.

Sovereign of Drakkan Empire and the being from beyond the known world bound to a chain of mortal vessels in a cycle of rebirth.

Meanest OC

Honestly, I am not sure.

So, let's list a few options:

-Any and all versions of Dior, my DnD Oathbreaker Paladin.

-Jheraar, the lovely and very murdery dragon

-Elanor, the Alduin Reborn from TES

-Kesal, the Serpent with Thousand Eyes from Uluthana is rather mean, but more of the trolling variety.

Softest OC

This gotta by Sanya, my adventurous ex-guardsman sailing the void of the grim dark future of Warhammer 40k. Very kind soul with a very curious collection of vagabonds and weirdos following him around, ranging from daemon to Knight Scion to chirpy carnifex and to a very depressed Lost Primarch.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC

I feel like it would probably be either Autaracu or Llaveyne, two of my TES ladies: Meridian Purified Ayleid painter/sorceress and ancient Dunmer mushroom witch with a rather sour temper.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC

Let thus be known, that most of my OC share the same three braincels, but if I would need to pick one... I think it should be Cabbage, the Slightly Overcooked Murmurer and my lovely W.I.T.C.H. OC!

Smartest OC

Oh, this is a though one, to be fair.

When it comes to Uluthana there are Ouroboros, the Great Archivist. And there are Zehn-Kaan, the Crimson Butcher. Both are very clever, first in the quasi-deity of knowledge and technology way and the second in the prodigal strategist and warlord with a hobby of learning.

OC I would be best friends with

I suppose I would probably get along with a rather wide array of them, but I am not sure this would be a best friend situation.

[fllagellant]

Round 2 motherfucker me and you and KILL THAT MAN !!! please <3 kisskiss!!

YESSSYES

I love 2 talk about my wips SOSOSO much ..

Round 2 motherfucker but more plot explanation this time .. dandelion’ s canon bad family but with the joys of giving him a bunch of sisters that are Better than the rest .. he gets a summons to attend a gathering in Lettenhove hosted by his father to try and get him to … do his Duties as a Vicount . Duties he would rather die than do . Love a man that uses a title to give himself some sort of air of trust when he is literally a Spy ..

It’ s mostly going to be the Horrors of being a borderline bastard in a family + the joys of being able to take ur friends along and say that they are your ‘ bodyguards ‘ and ‘ court sorceress ‘ . And knowing 90% of your family currently present would like to throttle you but … they cannot ….. lmfao

I promise I will get them out of Novigrad soon I swear just give me 5000 more words

excerpt :

The Chameleon- Once the Rosemary and Thyme, another show of the shedding skin of Novigrad- stood tall, having managed to stay after each one of Geralt’s visits. Unsurprisingly, really. Dandelion had a firm grip when he wanted to, and would only give up The Chameleon if it was pried from his dead hands.

Well, Dandelion’s and his co-owners dead hands. Dandelion would be a nightmare on his own, but Zoltan and Priscilla? No wonder the underworld bosses didn’t bother with trying to retake the ex-brothel-now-cabaret.

Though, he didn’t want to test the strands of Destiny, not as he passed through the gates into Novigrad. Roach distantly whinnied, left in care to the horsemaster just outside the gates of Novigrad, watching Geralt walk out of her sight. To his right, a snort echoed a shared humour at the horse’s known cling to the Witcher. It didn’t worry Geralt, she wasn’t alone, kept company by Scorpion and Widow. She just enjoyed throwing a hissy fit when she could.

Geralt wasn’t going to turn back around to reprimand her for her high-pitched whiny. So she did it once more. She knew when she could misbehave.

—-

KILL THAT MAN !!!! I need Giilvas to have a weird night . Just an all around strange and uncanny night . But he is also allowed to commit massive amounts of violence so he Is winning … also Giilvas + Jaheira bonding in here I forgot to mention that ! Learning the weirdo that is like a stand in son - ish rn for you was once of a Druidic clan and you learn this via brutal murder combat … Hand of Bane vs Werebeast that is biting you and biting you and biting you who WINS ?? ( you already know )

excerpt :

-And sent her off to bed with a ‘love you, soulsister’ and a ruffling of her hair. Karlach laughed, for the first time in that long day. It was rough and dry, but it was a laugh. And she ate supper with Wyll. And she accepted a hug from Jaheira.

Giilvas wouldn’t.

Giilvas shook his head, yet Jaheira did not scoff or tsk or push in her own cattycaring way. She nodded, and went to her tent. With an uttering of a talk that must be had come morning, Cub.

So when exhaustion, rapid and steady, sunk its teeth into the backs of their necks. When it dragged them under. When it finally demanded payment and when everyone finally curled under the waning night sky, Wyll waited to feel Giilvas’ form slip beside him.

But he didn’t.

[nancyheart11]

You know, I realized giving both you and Lofty access to the doc kind of spoils surprising you with more… but no regrets. Have a bit anyway. I think I already gave you half of it but here’s the rest of it.

Warriors sat by him as the heroes settled in for the night. He was supposed to be sleeping. His body constantly liked to remind him that he was still weak, still useless to his fellow heroes. But it made for a restless mind, and it was going down worn out, familiar paths.

“You know, I met Midna, during the war.” Warriors simply quirked an eyebrow when Twilight stared incredulously at him. “Cia’s portals dragged her into my era along with that weirdo Zant. Zant was a pain in the—'' Warriors stopped himself, glancing at the younger heroes, even if they were out of earshot helping Wild clean up after the meal. “He was obnoxious. The shadow dragon he summoned was honestly worse. But we got an Imp who rode a shadow wolf as an addition to our strange battalion.” Warriors fidgeted with the edge of his scarf. “When we saw Cia’s… tribute to the Hero's Spirit and she revealed her reasons for starting the war a lot of things made sense.” Warriors shifted from fiddling with the scarf ends to tugging on the under-tunic. “I was a mess. Cia made it sound as if the entire fight was because of me. I didn’t know if my men believed it. I was terrified that they did… if they’d hand me over as a quick end to a war that had gone on far too long, but Midna…” Warriors laughed to himself. “You know how to pick ‘em, Rancher.” The fondness with which Warriors had spoken of Midna pricked something in Twilight’s heart. Warriors was a better hero. He wasn’t clingy, or desperate...Midna deserved someone more like the Captain. There was a gentle smack upside his head.

“Hey, I’m trying to tell you a story here...” Warriors’ drew his attention out of his thought spiral. “When I was a wreck, you know what Midna did?” Warriors continued without waiting for Twilight’s response. “She wanted to storm the Valley of Souls, and was determined to do so alone if the entire adult population of our battalion didn’t try with literally everything to stop her. Because--” And now Warriors was quoting, he heard it in Warriors attempt to mimic an accent that had been oh so familiar to him. “How dare this pitiful sorceress get to break the worlds for her own lust. How dare she try to justify it in the name of love or loneliness. What does she know of those? I loved that stupid wolf...” Warriors waited, letting the words hit Twilight, rather like a Mortal Draw straight to his heart. When he spoke again, it was quieter and in his own voice again. “Lana owes me. I can’t promise... visitation, but I’m sure I can convince her a talk won’t break the timeline any more than it already is. I know you don’t believe me. You have no reason to, but I’m sure that princess of yours meant it.”

ah yes the doc, the doc that i totally didn't devour and then forget about in the name of surprises

fnfajkjkjalfhjl like a mortal draw to his heart ooough this is the good stuff!

[heavensong]

Hello! I've seen your oc Felicity and I am IN LOVE with her! She's very gorgeous and your art fascinates me!

Also I heard that you have another princess Oc that's also fucked up like Felicity, Is it alright if we could get a peek of her?

Omg thank you so much! I’m so glad you like her 🥰🥰🥰 I also think she is sooo pretty hahaha And I DO have another princess OC! Here’s some pictures of princess Cecily! I wrote up a long backstory underneath the read more if you wanna hear more about her. (Idk your interest level so feel free to skip!)

:readmore:

I made her up for Disenchantment and she is less fucked up than Felicity (bc she’s a kinder person lol) but she is “cursed” in a way! Well, not necessarily but she finds out that before she was born, her parents so desperately wanted a child that they turned to a sorceress for help. She gave them a baby gosling to care for as if it were their own, and if they could give it the love they proclaimed they would have for their unborn child, she would grant them a baby of their own. Far be it from them to question a witch, they care for the gosling & the day finally comes when they find out if they’ve done well enough to be granted said wish.

The sorceress tells them they’ve done well, says she will perform the spell bring them their baby & takes back the baby bird, preparing to cut its throat as it is a spell ingredient. The king & Queen are horrified as they’re truly grown attached to the creature & demand she let it be, even if it means they won’t be granted their promised child. The witch, with a knowing look, happily returns the gosling to its parents, but not before transforming it into a baby girl with her father’s eyes and her mother’s hair.

Cecily finds this out as a young adult and is absolutely mortified… Mostly bc she finds out by being turned back into a goose and while trying to sort out the mishap, she finds out this is her true form. She’s always thought she was a genuine and “normal” person stuck in a kingdom full of weirdos and her love interest is just as ridiculous & absurd, so finding this out about herself really throws her for a loop & makes her question everything she through she knew about herself up until this point.

She’s eventually able to return to her human form, though her love interest also reverts back to the form of a pig that he’s been stuck in lol but she’s grown as a person, learned to be less judgmental and hard on others and herself. Her parent’s overprotective nature is also recontextualized and she’s able to recognize that she is still loved, despite not being naturally born or really “human”, whatever that means 🥰

There’s a bunch more to her story but that’s the shortest I could get it 😂 sorry! Thank you so much for reading and for asking to see more of her 💖

[funeralscythe]

I am once again asking about your aus! What’s a cooking in your brain

finally gonna sit down and try to answer this!! fair warning, Long Post Ahead. also this is highly self indulgent and kinda sloppily put together but that's just 'cause i know which characters i want to play around with and have tunnel vision and can't be bothered to polish the irrelevant bits...

also if i seem unclear on certain bits of elden ring lore, it's because i am. that's just how elden ring lore is, miyazaki loves leaving things open to interpretation. shout out to hidetaka miyazaki for giving me a framework and letting me go crazy and go stupid with the rest of it thanks man ily.

edit: ALSO. if you know abt soulsborne stuff ignore my footnotes and explanations i realized i have no idea if you're a soulsborne fan or not.

the most relevant parts of elden ring's backstory to the fanfic are: in the lands between, there's this freaky hyper-controlling religious kingdom/organization/thing called the golden order, some dude called radagon was the consort of a neighboring kingdom called caria but left his wife queen rennala (a powerful lunar sorceress) and their three kids for the self-described "eternal god-queen" of the golden order named marika, becoming her consort instead. he leaves some sort of amber egg-shaped stone with her that possibly bewitches her, leaving her weakened and unable to be a threat to the golden order. caria's neighbors in raya lucaria, a magic academy that was previously taken over by rennala, decide to rebel and try to kill the whole royal family of caria.

however! and here is where the fanfiction-y parts start (i was too lazy to cast radagon, rennala, etc but i cast as many of the demigods as possible). her oldest son technoblade already ran away to study gravity magic, her middle son (i haven't figured out who he is yet don't look at me rykard's a weirdo he's difficult to pin down) was probably away from home as well tbhhh.... and her youngest, ranboo, escaped caria with the help of his half-wolf bodyguard, aimsey, leaving rennala imprisoned in the library of raya lucaria.

the timeline is kinda obscure so i took some liberties - radagon was cheatin' (shame on him) and already had *counts on fingers* three entire demigod kiddos with marika by the time he ditched rennala (family drama oooo). except due to Some Fuckery (don't ask me why but he and marika fused into a rebus at some point) all three of them were born cursed by various outer gods (we don't know much about these but they all seem pretty interested in the lands between and there seems to be this big constant struggle between them as to whose religion gets to be the most powerful one, if that makes sense). wilbur is cursed by the fell god of flame, niki is cursed by the god of scarlet rot, and as for tommy, it isn't clear which outer god got to him because he has so much going on, but mainly he's stuck looking like a 12 year old forever because of some sort of Life themeing and he's pretty unhappy about it.

wilbur and niki are constantly in pain from their fire and rot curses, which they can theoretically harness as weapons, but not without hurting themselves. tommy is a brilliant mage and has unlimited access to the path of dreams, and is friends with the scary eldritch goddess of dreams who seems to live there (it's more complicated than that), but also, he's physically 12 and people have a hard time taking him seriously. he's constantly working to find a way to cure wilbur and niki from their afflictions, thinking that the golden order would be able to save them, but he's slowly coming to the realization that it can't and he'll have to find his own way.

there's another thing, though: ranboo, niki, and tommy are all empyreans. empyreans are a special, powerful kind of demigod capable of becoming gods, like marika, although it seems like there can only be one at a time so marika would have to die for one of them to ascend. the issue with that is that marika removed death from the elden ring, which is kind of a, idk, sigil? guidebook? thing? that seems to dictate how life and death work in the lands between. by removing the rune of death, marika made herself and her demigod children (and step-children, in techno and ranboo's case) immortal. marika also made it seem like she's just been around and ruling forever and that there haven't been other gods before her but That's Another Story.

at some point marika calls her step-children to join her and radagon in leyndell now that they've been run out of caria. techno and [rykard, i still haven't. yeah.] show up to scope things out, techno fucks off almost immediately and heads southeast to start up his own thing in caelid near where he learned gravity magic. as for ranboo, though, this whole time he's been staying with and being taught by an old snow witch hiding up in the mountains who hates the golden order (valid, honestly), and she's been building on what rennala already taught him about his connection to the lands between's second, secret, dark moon (the cosmology here is wild) and teaching him snow sorcery as well. he's even more anxious and paranoid than he was before she started teaching him, while forcing himself to pretend that he isn't and that he has everything under control. like, daily affirmations type thing in the mirror, "you are a cool and capable supervillain sorcerer and nothing is going to get in your way."

anyway to make a long story short, she sent him to strike at the heart of the golden order and become the new god. except that this is still ranboo we're talking about so it takes him ages and many many panic attacks to even have the beginnings of an idea as to how to. do that.

there's still a lot more if you wanna hear it!! and there's also more highly self indulgent aus where this one came from, too!

[yourthiccgoddessmidna]

Zelda yawned. “Sure… but next post feast digestion, I want a longer snuggle.” Midna giggled. “Of course princess.”

A tavern owner was cleaning some mugs when he felt his establishment vibrate. Zelda entered belly first then the rest of her followed by Midna. Midna grabbed a barrel “Finally some good stuff.” Midna started drinking. Zelda put a gold bar down. “Sorry, my love likes a drink after a good meal.” The owner looked at their guts and blushed. “Well I can’t deny growing girls their meals.” Zelda looked at the photo behind him and shows four tall fat women in front of one huge milfy looking woman. “Ohh, why thank you. But we were wondering if you have any jobs.” The tavern owner looked around. “Well supposedly there’s this dark wizard trying to gather the powers of the gods. Raising an army in a secluded part of the forest… or so I’ve heard.”

Midna had just finished that barrel, letting out a massive earthshaking and placing the empty barrel down. "I've dealt with something like that before so long ago, it was a weirdo sorceress who was trying to raise an army of soldiers to take over the world. Needless to say that I had eat her and she cursed me, giving me my berzerker form." She explained, patting her belly. "But hey, we'll accept that one though. A magical chump sounds so delicious right now~"

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

🚨🚨Spoilers for The Scholomance books!! 🚨🚨

I am so in love with Naomi Novik’s commitment to having her two main characters be Weird. I feel like so many novels start with “look how WEIRD and STRANGE this character is” and then walk it back from there until you see that they’re actually Just Like Everyone Else. (Prefacing this with the fact that weird is not said disrespectfully in any way, I heckin love these weirdos and think that weird people are the best people.)

The Scholomance doesn’t do that! First we get El, and it seems like her arc is going to be about overcoming her “evil sorceress” prophecy. Maybe she’ll use the power of friendship to trade for Not Evil spells, or she’ll convince the school somehow to give her other things. Either way, the narrative is set up so that we expect her to actively work against it. But that’s not the case!! We instead see her start to lean into that thing that makes her terrifying and unapproachable. In TLG, she’s throwing off killing spells left and right, and by the end she’s making plans around super volcanoes in the exact way she swore she’d never do at the start of the series. She’s still a good person, and she’s constantly learning to be better, but she doesn’t sacrifice her “weird” to do it- she just learns how to use it the way she wants, instead of how she’s expected to.

Then we have Orion. ORION IS SO INTERESTING. He’s clearly the knight in shining armor. Obviously Not Like Other Guys, but in a way that makes him an unapproachable hero rather than an unapproachable villain like El. At first, we expect to see over time that he’s just like everyone else- he’s lonely and isolated from the hero worship, he’s killing mals for the sake of friendships, etc. BUT INSTEAD WE GET THE OPPOSITE. Orion, instead of becoming more personable, gets WEIRDER. He’s faced with these reasons for killing mals and he replies with the fact that he simply. Does not care. He does it for fun and throws himself into danger because he wants to, even though it’s the last thing anyone else in the scholomance would want for themselves.

They don’t get less weird. They find people who love them in their weirdness, but they never back off from it- in fact, they continue to get weirder up through the end of the book. And that is so, so refreshing.