#i love u ryker

[annieqattheperipheral]

"he was on Broadway heading to Tootsie's" = hockey player on a breakaway with a slot shot. Not going to see a theatre show

[feiyunaskblog]

{ hii i hope u don’t mind me coming in to offer u an rp starter ❤️ }

Ryker stands in front of Feiyun’s office door, hesitating to knock. He nearly turns around to walk away quickly, but steels himself and knocks on the door.

He’s been told (and now forced) multiple times to get checked out for various reasons. So… he might as well get checked out, to get the complaints off his back.

“Fei? You in?”

( @ask-fireflycod ) {also use whatever rp style you want! i don’t mind :3 }

(ofc not!!! I love rping with starters!!! 🫶)

There was a rustling noise, and then the click of heels before Feiyun opened the door, raising her eyebrow.

"Yeah, I'm in. What's up?" She asked, leaning against the doorframe. Feiyun's office wasn't really the most organized, compared to her workspace in the infirmary. Papers and books were organized haphazardly, a large power strip placed almost sloppily in the floor, all the slots filled. Her computer had a half-finished presentation on it, with the title of "risks of smoking" on it.

[sweetpigeonpriest]

haalloo hihi again leon imm the umm the anon that asked about christmas afew days ago

WHAT IS SNOW LIKE!!! and do you like snow and like maybe u could hold around heat packs during winter so you dont get super cold

does ryker like snow perhaps

maybe u guys could make snowmans of eachother it coild be cool

Aah..snow. Beautiful but treacherous. Me and Ryker didn’t have much ..so unfortunately we just had to find tiny ways to get through the cold.

I remember when it snowed on the both of us when we first started tagging along eachother- they about became a block of ice..haha.. they love how it looks and the crunch. They fell face first into it once..

[thatotherman001]

where u get inspiration for your characters lore? º^º

This is lowkey kinda weird lmao

World aNu was inspired by a few sources, Adventure Time, Super Paper Mario, Kirby, Okami, Avatar, blah blah blah..

Their lore is kinda just an amalgam of ideas, like the Dragon was inspired by Orochi from Okami and Jasper was inspired by Fire Lord Ozai from Avatar in terms of how ruthless their goals are.

But things like Ryker being Ro’s dad or Marbles being madly in love or Fae’s possession just kinda all started as “hmm… what if I..” and see if I liked it enough to actually think about it more than 5 seconds Lmao

The idea of Matter, Dark Matter, and the uses of celestial bodies just comes from the fact that I think space is really cool :3 but also it’s fun to imagine what different forms of Matter exists and how it behaves and interacts with other forms of Matter. For me, it’s a form of Magic that is easier to grasp in terms of what you can actually understand lmao

The idea for the Pixls came from Super Paper Mario, but the Guardian Pixls are just based around small companion characters you’d see paired with main characters but if they actually did stuff except, be funny… they are also based on Knights and Musketeers bc I love Disney’s Three Musketeers, Ro and Marbles’s relationship is actually based around Mickey and Minnie in that Movie, as well as Jaspers plan to take control of aNu

But Honestly, their lore isn’t really based on anything specific, I kinda just made it so I could have my favorite parts from all the shows, games, and ideas I could reasonably think of make sense. I know this probably isn’t the answer you were expecting, but it’s what I got

[bruh-anator3000]

To Skrill or Not to Skrill

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A/n:... drag...nn... OKAY look i KNOW i should finish all my Viktor wips, esp The Lab Inspector's Daughter one BUT... um, well, skrunkly priorities have changed. My skrunkly, babygirl, the blorbo, the boi: the most insane viking in the Archieplego. Dagur the Deranged. He hath eaten the Viktor worms and started writhing on my brain himself. The madlad.

I WILL WRITE FOR VIKTOR AGAIN!! DON'T WORRY!! But Dagur wants to be written for first. For now.

Summary: Dagur didn't just... leave you, right? You led him and the Hunters to the exact spot your calculations had said the beast would be. The further you got into the cave, however, the less the others followed. Leaving you completely alone. Well, besides the dragon.

Pairing: Dagur x GN!Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: 'Trapped' in an ice cave, Hypothermia!! Near death experience? Dragons, Stupid Ryker, insert Micheal Scott's 'you've been di-frib-u-lated!,' Derangedness duh, Dagur refers to himself as 'Daddy' and the deadly dragon as 'baby,' accidental Hiccup/Dragon Riders hate (but for good reason in the story i swear), cringe stuttering, possible part 2 👀? (We all know how good I am at that)

MOST IMPORTANTLY: I haven't written for Dagur before so if he seems OOC, that's on me. Please let me know how I can make Dagur seem more like Dagur, i would love some advice on it.

Okay, that should be it! I hope you enjoy <3

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"He didn't just abandon me," Your shallow breaths turned to frost in front of your face as you continuously bashed the hilt of your sword against the thinning ice. As much as you wanted to believe your words, he did ignore his father when he went missing and simply took control instead.

"I mean, I'm valuable!" You tried to convince yourself as the ice finally gave in with a sharp crack. Your hilt judded through the hole you made, numb fingers nearly dropping your blade. You couldn't feel the lower part of your body, shivering violently as you awkwardly scuffled your sword on the other side of the ice. Making the weapon parallel to the wall, you began to smash the ice from the other side, trying to pull the sword back towards you.

"I found you, after all." You looked up through your lashes, which were slowly weighing down by snow and ice. The dark purple and grey of the Skrill looked down upon you. His breath fogging the wall of ice separating you two.

He watched you, eyes narrowed but curious. From what you could see, most of his limbs were slowly breaking free of the ice he had been banished to. Wings twitching and claws curling. You hit the icy wall once more. You could feel your fingers lock up around the rod of your sword. The joints in your arms stiffening with the cold. As you yanked your arm back once more, the ice broke. Leaving you to fall on your butt.

Laying on the cold stone of rock-hard ice, you sighed. Your breath turning to ice in front of you. Maybe you should've stayed with the Dragon Riders. With another frozen sigh, you knew that would've led to this exact same situation. Well, not exactly the same.

Hiccup left you to boil and burn in a cavern deep inside an active volcano. Dagur left you to freeze up and become an artifact for the next generation to find. You weren't sure what was worse.

However, Dagur had saved you from combusting into a pile of flame and ash. Maybe Hiccup will turn the tide, and find you, trying to free the Skrill he set into ice. For Dagur.

No, he would probably let you freeze over, too.

You tried to pull yourself up to your feet. You only managed to sit up and rest against the wall. Your bones rattled against each other, you could bite your own tongue off with how hard your teeth clattered. Huddling into yourself, you prayed to Odin someone would find you before you froze to death.

Looking over your arms as you held your knees close, you saw the Skrill ram the horn on his nose against the wall he was sealed behind. You shut your eyes, breathing out once more as you felt ice build around your lungs.

...

Dagur stood before the cave, torch high in his hold as he waited. Eyes narrowed, he held the flame to the dark entrance.

"Where's your little friend, Dagur?" Ryker saddled up beside the Berserker with a dark chuckle. "Think the Dragon Riders finally came back for them?"

Dagur scowled. "They wouldn't do that." He stated simply. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He saved you, after all. You wouldn't just turn on him like that... right?

"Then why are my men back but not them?" Ryker watched the viking from the corner of his eye. Dagur was simply too easy to rile up. And he was waiting for the moment he slipped up, so Viggo would finally see how utterly useless he was to their mission.

"Why can't your men find my Skrilly but they can?" Dagur shot back. You had told him the only information you knew about his Skrill was the fact Hiccup had sealed it away into an iceberg. With that, you had managed to pinpoint the beast's exact location. Which none of Ryker's men seemed to even comprehend.

Ryker let out a hard huff. "You have another hour, then we leave," He leaned in close, breath rotting. "With your friend, or not."

Dagur only glared back, eyes burning in the larger viking's skull. How he wanted to bash Ryker's head open. For more than one reason, but the top contender was how he spoke of you. A Dragon Rider turned hunter wasn't a very trustworthy transformation but Dagur liked you.

The vengeance written on your face when he found you, betrayed by his brother. It reminded him of the rage he felt daily for how Hiccup had thrown him into jail for three long years. You said you were a dragon rider and his first instinct was to grab your dragon and run. But you had no dragon, only a shattered sword and the outlines of welts beginning to bubble up from the heat on your skin.

When he asked if you wanted rescuing, throwing on his best smile and pose, you laid back down and accepted your fate. That's when he knew he'd like you. So stubborn, you'd rather melt than let a devilishly handsome Berserker save you. A sense of humor he enjoyed poking at until it turned into slight aggravation.

Now, he was aggravated. The torch felt so... throwable in his clenching fist. It wasn't you... it's just that you weren't here. He needed you here, wanted you standing besides him with his Skrill in tow.

Glancing back, he watched Ryker and his lousy men riffle around. Some were walking circles around the boats. Others shoved each other around, acting like there was nothing wrong. Like this was all a game to them. Ryker may be able to dispose of his men like day old fish, but Dagur wouldn't do that - not to you, at least.

He could throw Savage overboard any day. Throw him as far as he wanted, deep into the vast blue of the ocean. He would laugh, watching him scramble back on board. But he wouldn't throw you over the deck. He's considered it, he won't lie, but he could only ever bring himself to grab the back of your shirt, threateningly.

You'd just laugh. Everytime he would grumble and yank you around by the sleeve or tunic, you would laugh. It was cute. And it was infectious, too. Whatever he was angry at, Dagur would have to let it go and laugh with you.

But now, you weren't here. He wasn't able to laugh his boiling anger off. You were still somewhere in the icy caves. And Ryker wasn't going to be any help. Like always, it looked like Dagur was going to have to do this himself.

He really hoped his Skrill was in there, or else you'd be making him look like a fool. He also really hoped you were still alive. But he also really didn't want to look like a fool.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ryker's grating voice called out, making Dagur's whole body twitch with annoyance. By the Norns, he hated that man's voice, and endless proding!

"Getting my Skrill back!" He shouted over his shoulder. If it weren't for the iron grip he had on his torch, Dagur would've sent it straight through the Dragon Hunter's head, hearing Ryker laugh at him. If only the Skrill could come barreling out of the cavern just then. Like Hiccup and his stupid Night Fury always seemed to do.

The ice cave was just as expected - long, dark, and very cold. Barely five minutes into his search, Dagur started shaking like a fish out of water. Violently trembling from the cold. He debated on turning back. Let go of this Skrill dream entirely, that perhaps it was an unhealthy obsession he developed and would benefit him in letting it go.

The thought made him laugh. Loudly and sporadically, his hysteria bounced off the endless tunnel walls. He giggled to himself when he heard his laugh come back to him. Sounded just as insane as he remembered.

Another sound followed the dying echoes of his laugh. One that sent a full body shiver through the Deranged. That same howl, like a screech of home. A dragon's. His dragon.

Bursting into a full on sprint, Dagur ran down the cave, guffawing with excitement. He's dreamt of this day for years, the situation of reuniting with his dearest Skrill playing over in his head like a bard who only knew how to play one song. He would soon use his beloved beast to destroy little Hiccup in a blast of pure lightning. Another drool-worthy ideal that he never stopped wishing for.

Dagur turned the last twist of the tunnel before the beast of royal purple and toned grey became visible. Wide mouth filled with rows of sharp teeth bared before him. The metallic spiky crown the dragon wore was even more daunting in the unusual lighting of fire reflected against frozen water. A sight so enthralling, Dagur's mind went blank.

Mind flooded with excitement, Dagur broke out into a large smile and simply gawked. The cold didn't exist in this moment as he stared at his precious baby. So giddy that he raised both his hands up with a loud, concerning cry and spun in a circle.

"That's right!" He hollered to no one in particular. "Dagur and Skrilly, reunited once more! Ohohoho!" He laughed with his entire body, moving wildly in his joy.

The ripple of dark scales had Dagur turning back around. The Skrill curled into itself as a bright white hue began to glow from his mouth. Drawing his sword, he held it pointed to the beast.

"It's alright, baby." He tried shushing the Skrill, cooing in his gravelly voice. "Daddy Dagur's here for you."

The Skrill had better ideas. He shot a bolt of lightning barely a foot away from Dagur.

He was about to shout. Ready to lose his temper that his own darling would try to hurt him, but that sharp green gaze caught on something beneath those steely purple legs. A figure lumped under the dragon. It seemed like sweet Skrilly was protecting this nearly dead thing.

As another blast of lightning began to charge in the dragon's mouth, Dagur dropped his stance for a moment. His eyes fell to a sword that was laying far from the other two. The same sword he often sparred with. Grabbed along with his own, to hand to his partner in battle. The same sword he's had to help rewrap over 10 times because, for whatever reason, you couldn't keep the yak leather tight around the hilt.

Your sword.

Wait a second. That's you?

He tried to get a better look but the Skrill opened his mouth even wider, ready to blast again. Thank Odin he was a Berserker. Directing Skrills was in his blood.

Dagur waved his sword back and forth until the Skrill could only focus on it. Making sure those slitted pupils were trained on his blade, he lowered the sword and threw it across the ice. Away from you. Unfortunately, the beast stayed put, but his eyes were trained on the sword Dagur had to sacrifice. Skrill's are painfully loyal to those who treat them well. And saving them from an icy prison would be a perfect reason why the dragon refused to move.

Dagur made a mental note to yell at you for gaining his Skrilly's trust before him. After he saved you, of course.

"Come on, baby, work with me here." Dagur tried to reason as he lowered himself closer to the ground. "They're with me. And you like them, right? So you'll like me, too."

The fire-lightning sparked back up in his mouth the second Dagur tried to take another step. He gritted his teeth, trying to think of another way to get to you. They both looked at the torch he held.

Dagur wasn't about to burn the Skrill but he desperately needed to get to you. You had been in here for hours. How long have you been unconscious for? The next place he might see you is in Valhalla. He really didn't want to risk death in order to see you again.

Waving his torch around like he'd done his sword, Dagur began to walk around his Skrill. Every time the dragon tried to lunge forward, he would jump right back at him. The fire discouraging the Skrill just enough to push him away from you. Only the strong and unbelievably gorgeous wing of him hovered above you. Dagur could work with that.

"Hey, wakey wakey!" Dagur dropped to his knees beside you, his free hand reaching for your wrist. His hands always felt so rough compared to your skin. It made him feel... embarrassed that his hold could grate on yours.

As he ran his hand down your arm, panic started seeping in. You were as cold as the floor beneath the two of you. Your fingers were beginning to turn blue. He couldn't see you breathing, not when you were so curled in on yourself.

"Hey," He set his torch on the ground. He didn't care if it was burning out, he needed you alive. "Stay with me." His voice started to raise in tone as he softly grabbed your shoulders. Rolling you on your back, you moved far too loosely. He could tell you no longer had control of your limbs.

Eyes growing wide, Dagur cupped your face with one of his hands. The apple of your cheeks - where pretty freckles, often paired with a slight red the sun always burned onto your skin - was tinting blue. And so was your precious nose. That wasn't good.

Oh Thor, this wasn't good.

Dagur pressed his ear to your chest, silently begging for a breath. He could settle for a heartbeat, a faint one, even! He just needed to know you were still alive!

His search was interrupted when he was scooped into the air. He scrambled to grab you, holding you close to his chest as he started to raise and slide backwards. Letting out an uneasy laugh, his back hit a rod that winded him.

Keeping his arms tight around your freezing torso, Dagur looked down. Sitting on purple scales against dark spikes, he realized all too late what was happening.

"Easy, dragon!" He pleaded with a yelp. The Skrill roared and stood on his hind legs. He scrambled to seat you in front of him, awkwardly sliding behind your limp self and reaching around to grab the crown of the dragon. His left hand barely gripped onto a spike when the Skrill took off with a gut-deep growl.

Dagur's screams came out like his laughs, sporadic and changing in tone. And frantic. Very- extremely frantic. The light blue colors of ice blurred past him, cold wind whipping through his red hair. Cold quickly shifted into warmer air. Ice no longer surrounding him, turning into the sand of the beach outside.

He could barely make out the shouts of the hunters over his own. His next sight was crashing face first into sand. Tumbling further until he hit one of the ship posts. Taking at least one other man down with him.

"What in Thor's name-?" Ryker ran out from his ship. He was ready to shout and yell at the morons he was given to work with for being so idiotic. His loud voice died deep in his throat when his eyes landed on the beast. He was certain Dagur had gone insane, far more insane than normal when he trusted an ex Dragon Rider to lead him to the rarest dragon besides the Night Fury.

Purple and grey scales glimmered in the sun. Sharp teeth nearly chomping one of his hunters in half for getting too close. Metallic spikes running down the dragon's back. Ryker gawked with a dropped jaw.

"It's the Skrill!" One of the hunters called out. "Chain him!" Some screamed. "Cage him!" Yelled another. But Dagur beat them all.

"No one touches MY Skrill!" He bellowed, running back over to 'his skrill.'

Instead of throwing the nets over the dragon, Ryker watched with a scowl as Dagur skidded to a stop in front of the beast. His eyebrows shot up with surprise as the Berserker pulled you off the Skrill's back. Maybe having a Dragon Rider on the team wasn't such a bad idea.

Or maybe it was, since you flopped over into Dagur's hold like a ragdoll. You didn't ride that dragon! You were simply stuck on its back.

"Come on, please." Dagur set you on the sand gently, keeping your head steady. The words stumbled past his lips before he could reign in his emotions. "I need you." His voice was barely a whisper but it still cracked with pain. He didn't want to lose you. He couldn't.

His hand rested on your chest, still desperate to find a sign of life. Yet again, the Skrill had a better idea and knocked Dagur backwards. Falling on his butt, Dagur wanted to kick the beast in the snout. He was trying to make sure you were alive! What did the dragon think it was doing?!

The sun blacked out as clouds began to accumulate above the docks. The back of the Skrill began to arch, the metal rods on his back starting to vibrate. Bright and blinding, sparking lightning burned in his mouth.

Dagur watched in horror as the Skrill roared. His eyes nearly shot out of his head when the Skrill let his head drop onto your chest. Sending a Thor's worthy amount of electricity right through your body.

Static cracked the air, loud enough to leave everyone's ears ringing. As soon as they appeared, the dark storm clouds dispersed and the Skrill stepped back. Bursts of lightning still danced on the beast, weaving between the tall stakes of metal on his back. He watched you, eyes narrowed, and the tip of his nose brushing up your legs.

A scream of pure rage began to bubble in Dagur's throat. His beast, his Skrill, had just killed you!? Sending a bolt through you and probably charing your body inside and out?! Like yak on a stick!?

The sand crunched in between his fists, arms twitching with restrained anger. His two favorite things combined, resulting in one of them dead. He was going to wear that Skrill's skull as a helmet!

The silent building tension between the hunters, Dagur, and the dragon was interrupted by a violent choke.

You sat up abruptly, gasping and choking on nothing. Your arms locked around your knees, still shivering from the ice you once laid on. Whether you were deep in shock, too literally shocked, or far too cold, you failed to realize that you were out of the cave.

It took Dagur three seconds before he was bolting to your side. He was trying to be gentle, but his desperation seemed to make his movements too rigid. You saw him from the corner of your eye, and in a blind panic, smacked the ever loving Odin out of him.

A gasp went around the surronding hunters as Dagur stood back, still facing the way you hit him with his cheek beginning redden. You blinked a couple of times before letting out a relieved cry and jumped up to hug him.

"By Thor, I thou- thought you ha- ad left m- me!" Your words were skewered by your clattering teeth. He felt far warmer in your hold than you remembered. Not that you were complaining, you simply dug yourself into him even further.

Dagur stood still for a few more moments, emerald eyes glaring at you through the corners. It was then you realized what you had just done. You let your hold on him slip as you stared up at him, trembling from the cold - and new-found fear.

Two steps back was all you made it before Dagur's thick arms caught around you. Pulling you into his chest, he squeezed you tight enough to practically crush you. With this confirmation, you wrapped your own arms around him and sighed shakily.

"I wouldn't have left you." His breath tickled your ear, beard scratching against your cheek as he spoke low enough so only you could hear. He pulled back, and set you in front of him with a firm grip on your shoulders. "Let's get you into warmer clothes, especially out of that armour." He declared with a flick to your bracers.

You glanced down at your outfit. Your arms seemed to only grow colder if you held them around your chestplate. Nodding, you fell into his side. He wrapped an arm over your shoulders and helped you move towards the boats.

A sharp poke hit you in the back, followed by a low growl. Turning around, you saw the beast you had been chasing all week.

"Is th- that the Sk- skrill?" Your eyes went wide as you stared back at the dragon. Dagur nodded.

"He likes you," He pinched your ear lightly, making you pull away slightly. He always loved your little reactions. "You were supposed to just free it, not bond with it." The red head stuck his lower lip out in a pout.

"I fr- reed it-z?" Your tongue stiffened on the last syllable, making it sound like a buzz. He laughed and patted your back, urging you to keep walking.

"Yup. He flew you out here." You looked around with new eyes, the earlier shock beginning to fade.

"We're outside?"

"ENOUGH-" You flinched at Dagur's outburst. He held his other hand out, and took a breath. "Enough questions. Just- back to the boat."

You nodded and accepted his unofficial apology by continuing to lean into him. He was so muscular, it felt like you were walking alongside a tree. A very intimidating, genuine, and passionate tree log. Dagur was far more handsome than a log, too.

Your hazy gaze stared up at him from under his arm. If he could tell you were staring, he didn't show it. He wore his usual smug smirk, a gentle squeeze around you, but nothing more.

"The Skrill comes with us." Dagur held out his hand to the oncoming hunters. They slowed to a stop, green axes and chains in their lowered hands. Sharing a confused look, they turned to Ryker, who finally got off from his post on his ship.

"What makes you think that, exactly?" Ryker asked, eyes falling behind you to the beast.

Dagur hemmed and hawed as he removed his arm from you, guiding you to rest on the Skrill for support. The dragon purred, rough and deep, as you rested your hand on his neck.

"Oh I don't know," Dagur tapped his chin, his other hand counting something on his fingers. "Maybe because, well," He chuckled. "I FOUND IT?!" He shouted in Ryker's face, green eyes bugging out of his head. His nostrils flaring in his face.

Ryker stared down at him with a bored brow. Dagur glared right back, breathing heavily. With a roll of his eyes, Ryker backed up with a raised hand. His men backed off as well.

Dagur turned back to you, nodding to the large boat. He hit Ryker's shoulder as you three passed. The Skrill bared his teeth at the lead Dragon Hunter, sensing the discomfort he was causing. Growl vibrating his throat as you patted the dragon, a gentle reminder that you were fine.

You followed Dagur to the ship with small steps. Your tremors made it hard to stay upright, and the Skrill could only help you so much. Dagur threw his head back with a sigh when he noticed the distance between you two.

He trotted back and pulled you into his side once again, keeping an arm around your shoulders. The Skrill walked along your other side, offering more support, if you needed it. Together, they helped you to the ship and into Dagur's quarters.

[ask-viggo-and-dagur]

sooo uhh... Viggo... If you got the chance... Would you kill dagur? And uhh... Do you miss your brother at all or... Are you like done done... U know?

And uhh Dagur... if you got the chance to kill viggo... would you?

Viggo: I do miss Ryker from time to time. He was a constant presence for me. I still find myself turning to say something to him only for him to not be there…

As for killing Dagur? Well, I think I’m learning to tolerate him. If he does something particularly heinous though, he will find my blade at his throat.

Dagur: Awww, love you too, Viggo. You’re so dead.

[calvinawesomessauce]

I love your Jace and Ryker ocs btw

They’re very me and Cal coded

-Andre

THANK U SO MUCH!!!! i am glad u like them :3 here is a doodle of appreciation!!!!!!!

[ryker-fvckrr]

Hello again! ^^

Can you write like Johann x reader where both of them act like they hate eachother but in reality loves eachother and when they have occasion to be alone they'll sneak to the idk forest or idk where and literally fuck like rabbits or something like that.

Thank you once again! (Also I like the way you write ngl! :P And also I might request about Johann cuz I really like him and almost there isn't fanfic's about him Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò also I might later do request about Krogan or Ryker too maybe Viggo too but idk honestly ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌ also I'll probably use this 🐲 emoji when I'll request u ig (⁠◍⁠•��ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) )

Ahhggd!!! I was literally just thinking about what to do for Johann NSFW... I love this idea and will get on it after I wake up and make breakfast🙏 I'll probably try to do two different parts in one when I write it bc I love both versions of Johann. So expect something in the next few hours ;p

[crispiirino]

Huuuuooghhhh i love u ryker dublin i love u forever

[kingdomfled]

isn’t that MALIK NIAMH FEINHALNAAR? i’ve seen them wearing the crest of VARLINNIS. i hear they’re 36, but they’re also a SORCERER. they’ve risen up the ranks to become THE SECOND OLDEST PRINCE OF THE VARLINNIS KINGDOM. they seem to be KIND & TALENTED, but also COWARDLY & INDECISIVE. if you look closely, you'll see their aesthetics include BODY WRAPPED IN FINEST SILKS, GOLDEN CHAINS AND JEWELRY, THE CALMING RUSTLE OF WATERFALLS.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ MALIK NIAMH FEINHALNAAR ] NICKNAME: [ MAL, NIA, PRINCE ] AGE: [ 36 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] TITLE: [ PRINCE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] SPECIES: [ SORCERER; MASTERED ELEMENT: WATER (OOP) ] KINGDOM + CASTLE: [ VARLINNIS + ATOGTHALNAAR] HOUSE WORDS: [ FROM CINDERS WE RECLAIM ] OCCUPATION: [ PRINCE, BEING PRETTY ] RELIGION: [ THE FLAMED BIRD ] LANGUAGE: [ COMMON TONGUE / MOST DIALECTS ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ HOMOROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ SUB ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ BOTTOM ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBA ] CHILDREN: [ NONE ...YET ] PARENTS: [ KING EAGAN FEINHALNAAR + QUEEN ADARA . ] SIBLINGS: [ RYKER FEINHALNAAR, TBA. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ OLIVER JACKSON COHEN ] EYE COLOUR: [ BLUE ] HAIR COLOUR: [ DARK BLONDE ] HEIGHT: [ 1.91 METRES / 6'3 FT ] BODY BUILD: [ TALL AND LEAN ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIGHT BEARD CENTERED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE, SOMETIMES CLEAN-SHAVEN. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ MANY EARRINGS ON BOTH SIDES, A SMALL PHOENIX (THE FAMILY SIGIL) INK BEHIND HIS LEFT EAR ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ UNBLEMISHED SMOOTH SKIN, OFTEN DRESSED IN LONG SILK ROBES - SOMETIMES WITH LEATHER ARMOR UNDERNEATH, BUT OFTEN WITHOUT, WEARS SANDALS ALL THE TIME, MANY MANY MANY GOLDEN CHAINS AROUND HIS NECK, HIS ANKLES, HIS WRISTS, RINGS. THIS MAN KNOWS HE IS PRETTY AND DRESSES LIKE IT. ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ ARRANGED MARRIAGES FOR POLITICAL ADVANTAGE, LOSING HIS PRIVILEGES, LIVING A LOVELESS LIFE, PEOPLE READING HIM FOR THE INSECURE PUSHOVER HE IS. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ HE'S WEALTHY, ROYAL, TALL AND PRETTY WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE WRONG. ]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ MEDIOCRE SMART LEVELS. ] LIKES: [ PRETTY THINGS, JEWELRY, FRUITS, EXPENSIVE WINES, MUSIC WITH A RYTHM, BOOKS, STORIES WITH HAPPY ENDINGS, NATURE (BUT ONLY WHEN HE CAN CONTROL IT; SO GOING SOMEPLACE TO ENJOY A WATERFALL OR SOMETHING, HE DOESN'T WANT TO LIVE IN IT), BEING DOTED ON/CARED FOR. ] DISLIKES: [ THEATRE, CHEAPSKATES, RULERS WITH IRON FISTS, HIS FATHER, SNAKES, BUGS, EGGPLANTS, DOING HOUSEWORK/CHORES. ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ KIND, TALENTED, SOFT-SPOKEN, LITERATE ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ COWARDLY, INDECISIVE, PUSHOVER, INSECURE ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ BODY WRAPPED IN FINEST SILKS, GOLDEN CHAINS AND JEWELRY, THE CALMING RUSTLE OF WATERFALLS, GENTLE TUNES PLAYING THROUGH THE NIGHT, DANCING UNDER THE STARS, THE SMELL OF BOOKS FILLING THE AIR, THE RUSTLING OF BOOK PAGES ON SUNNY AFTERNOONS, THE LITTLE JINGLE HIS CHAINS DO WHEN HE WALKS OR DANCES THROUGH THE VAST HALLS. ] INSPO: [ KINGS AND QUEENS AND VAGABONDS BY ELLEM, A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES BY CINDERELLA, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL BY JAMES BLUNT, I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU BY THREE DAYS GRACE, PHOENIX BY CAILIN RUSSO, RUNAWAY PRINCESS BRIDE, 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU, THE PRINCE & ME, ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ MAKING LOVE. ;) AFFECTION. ROMANCE. MARKING. TEASING. BREEDING. COLLARS. VERBAL FEMINISATION. CHOKING. PRAISE!!! (TELL HIM HE'S PRETTY I DARE U). WORSHIP. HUMILIATION. DEGRADATION. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. TOYS. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

Malik was never destined to be the heir to the throne of Varlinnis. From the moment he could walk, he knew he was the second-born prince, a position of little importance in the grand hierarchy of the kingdom. His older brother, the heir, was strong, imposing, a man made for war, while Malik was softer, more delicate. He preferred the arts, the beauty of the world rather than the clashing of swords or the weight of a crown.

As a child, Malik spent more time with the servants and tutors than with his brothers, often lost in books, his paints, and the melodies of distant lutes. He grew up surrounded by silks and jewels, beautiful things, all of which seemed to serve as a reminder that he was the one who did not belong to the hard and practical world of warriors. His father, King Eagan, often tried to mold him into something more—more like his brothers, more like the strong, reliable ruler he thought his kingdom needed. But Malik resisted every attempt, finding solace in his beauty, his music, and the peaceful world he so deeply treasured.

The King would often bring Malik into the training yard to watch his younger brother spar with soldiers. Eagan would call out to Malik, instructing him to stand straighter, pay attention, learn how to wield a sword, how to defend himself. But Malik was always hesitant, standing awkwardly on the sidelines. He had no interest in striking a blow, even if it was for honor or duty. He would rather listen to the birds sing from the palace gardens or practice his dance steps in his chambers. He loathed the violence, the posturing, the expectation that he would fight and hurt for something as intangible as pride.

It wasn't that Malik was weak—he was far from it. He was tall, graceful, and well-trained in his own right, but his training focused on beauty, grace, and artistry. His magic, water-based, was fluid, gentle, and powerful in ways his father couldn’t understand, though the fact the element that chose him was water only reinforced his feeling of being different. He wasn’t the type to raise a blade to defend his kingdom, but he could make the waters of a river rise in a gentle cascade or soothe the pain of a wounded heart with his calming touch. But none of this mattered to his father. All that mattered was strength, power, and dominance. Malik’s beauty was nothing more than a distraction in his father’s eyes, something to be molded into power.

At a young age, Malik’s gentle nature set him apart, even from his own family. His brothers were tough, both physically and mentally, but Malik was soft, introspective. His beauty was not just physical; it was in the way he moved, the way his voice held a song, the way his blue eyes stared out at the world with a quiet longing. He was born with a natural elegance that just felt effortless, unforced. He just was. But in the kingdom, where warriors were revered above all else, his beauty didn’t hold the same weight.

Eagan became increasingly frustrated with Malik's refusal to follow in his brothers’ footsteps. He pushed harder, forcing Malik into rigorous lessons in swordplay, in military strategy, in the art of leadership. But no matter how hard Malik tried, he could never fit into that mold. He found no joy in the sharpened edge of a blade, no satisfaction in the heavy weight of armor, no thrill in the command of troops. The more his father insisted, the more Malik withdrew into himself, seeking solace in the arts he loved. His mother, though often silent in her support, was a constant comfort during these turbulent times. Her warm embrace was his sanctuary, a place where the weight of his kingdom’s expectations lightened.

But even her quiet support wasn’t enough to shield him from his father’s persistent attempts to shape him into something he wasn’t. Eagan’s frustration grew as Malik’s reluctance to embrace the roles of warrior and leader became more evident. He found no pride in his son’s beauty, his gentle nature, his artistry. All Eagan saw was a wasted opportunity. Malik’s refusal to embrace the strength and stoicism of his brothers—qualities that were so valued in the kingdom—only served to alienate him further from the King’s affections.

As years passed, Eagan began to realize that he could never turn Malik into the warrior he envisioned. The boy simply wasn’t like his brothers. So, instead of continuing his efforts to change Malik, Eagan began to adjust his tactics, manipulating what he could to benefit the kingdom. He threw lavish festivities at the palace, where Malik’s presence would draw attention and admiration. The young prince’s beauty and charm became an asset in the royal court, and Eagan made use of the attention Malik garnered to further his own political alliances. Though it wasn’t the strong, militaristic power Eagan desired, he soon recognized that Malik’s allure and social standing could be just as useful in a different way.

He was less concerned with shaping Malik’s character and more concerned with using him to maintain his own grip on power. For the most part, Eagan ignored Malik, letting him live his life in relative peace at the palace, as long as he attended the events and fulfilled his role as the charming, gentle prince that others admired. But even though Malik was free to go about his days without the constant pressure of training, guards were always in tow, following him wherever he went, ensuring that his safety was never compromised.

Malik found his newfound freedom both comforting and stifling. He was allowed to focus on his passions—painting, dancing, the fleeting beauty of the world around him—but the constant presence of the guards reminded him of the expectations that still lingered. He was free, but never truly untethered.

It was during this time that Malik experienced his first real infatuation, though it was something he kept closely guarded within himself. He had met a young boy during one of the royal events—a noble from a neighboring kingdom, whose laugh was like music and whose smile made Malik’s heart race. They had shared little more than a few words of conversation, but for Malik, it was enough. His heart fluttered whenever their eyes met, but he kept his feelings buried deep within, unsure of how to express them or if they were even reciprocated. It was a fleeting feeling, one that he couldn’t act on, not in a world so focused on politics and duty. He never dared to confess or pursue it, and the boy soon faded from his life, leaving only the sweet memory of stolen glances and racing pulses.

Years passed....

Malik’s 39th birthday came and went like the rest, filled with celebrations that only reminded him of his position: second-born, unimportant, a mere afterthought. The rumors of an arranged marriage began to swirl soon after. His father had already begun discussing his future with suitors in far-off lands, all for the sake of his kingdom. Malik, however, couldn’t bring himself to accept the idea of marrying for duty, of being tied to someone he didn’t love. He was a romantic, a dreamer, longing for something far more than what his father offered him.

The weight of these pressures, the expectations to marry and fulfill his duty, grew heavier. Malik’s heart yearned for love, for a connection, for someone who would see him for who he truly was. He didn’t want to be a political pawn, to be married off to a stranger for the good of the kingdom. He longed for the love stories he read in his books, for the kind of passionate romance he danced to at the palace balls.

The final straw came when his father once again brought up the arranged marriage to a powerful noble family, this time one that would cement Varlinnis’ position among the other kingdoms. Malik knew there would be no escaping this one. His father was insistent, and the pressure was mounting. He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t marry for duty, and he couldn’t be the man his father wanted him to be. Forevermore.

Late one night, he packed what little he could carry and fled the palace. His mother’s quiet approval, though unspoken, gave him the courage he needed. Malik wasn’t sure what the future held, but he knew he couldn’t stay in Varlinnis any longer, not when his heart cried out for something more. Something real.

[pumpkinrootbeer]

RYKER!!! your outfit is INSANE I love u

[ryker-writes]

ok i’ve decided to send in my ask because the curiousity is EATING ME i wanna know who you’d ship me with.. ahem!! (PLS don’t feel pressured to ship me with rook or idia or vil or anything just because i’m biased!!! i wanna hear YOUR thoughts, ok ? ♡)

let’s start with my likes / hobbies ! i’m a big fan of movies — i could literally spend my entire week at a theater and never get bored, the atmosphere is just so thrilling to me. i love love love fashion and shopping, too. it helps me express myself without really having to talk (which is great because i hate people ^_^). obviously, i love to make art and writing, and if i ever get the time to sit and learn, i’d love to crochet.

ermm did u ask for dislikes ? i forgot. i dont like bugs too much, but i’m not deadly afraid or anything. peanuts. i hate peanuts sm. aaanddd i have a BIG FAT FEAR of deep water and i’m a trypophobe .

my personality is pretty simple — i’m a sensitive person lmao. i’m a big crybaby on the inside, but i try not to show it too much yk? i’m always anxious, always doubting myself, etc. i’m very quiet — usually people don’t notice me too much. personally, i don’t think i’m too interesting, but i’m veryyy talkative about the things i like ^_^

i forgot (again) if u asked for preferences or not. i like taller people, but if they’re shorter than me it’s not like i’d complain (COUGH CHUUYA COUGH HACK). hrrmmm… physical preferences ?? hair and eye color don’t really matter to me, but if i had to pick, dark hair. idk i’m simple lmaooo

OK I THINK THATS IT RYKER PLS DONT FEEL LIKE U HAVE TO DO THIS TY FOR LETTING ME SEND IT IN BUT PLS DONT PUSH YOURSELF TOO HARD OK ?? <333

YESS IM HAPPY TO DO YOURS!! Don't worry! I'm taking my time to get through these requests!

"Hehehe welcome in! Take a seat and get comfy because you're one of my friends, so I take extra consideration with your matchup. First of all, I'd like to lightly bonk you for saying that you don't think you're too interesting. You are very interesting in your own way! But alas, I shouldn't bonk friends or customers.

So, I'll leave it to your match, Vil."

okay so I know it seems like I leaned into the bias but really Vil would be so good for you

you're into theater, fashion, AND love art and writing?? He loves that

Vil is big on quality time because of how busy he is, so he loves to spend time with you between activities

don't worry, the time he spends with you is almost always away from the public eye so you don't have to worry about people

he'll even practice his lines or talk to you about his new role or photoshoot coming up, and he'll always ask for your thoughts on it all

your opinion always the most important to him

of course you also get tickets and front row seats to all his shows

Vil knows anxiety well, so he's always there to comfort you when it gets bad and reassure you that you are amazing and perfect just the way you are

people say he's perfect, and he'll say off hand that if they think he's perfect then they should see you (and then he'll carry on like he didn't just say that line)

if you don't want to be in the public eye, he's perfectly fine with that

most of your relationship is private anyway

honestly, he kinda loves how people don't notice you too much because of how quiet you are

it feels more special to him that he always notices you and it means that when he's with you, he doesn't have to worry as much about people noticing you two

basically: he gets more time with you without being followed by paparazzi

he loves to hear you talk about things you like so much

Vil even tries to bring into into his routine and have you tell him about something you like while he's doing something (makeup, skincare, etc.)

he's very observant and can usually tell when something is wrong and will always switch into a supportive role immediately

I know you have his heart because he would drop roles for you and let you see him at his worst

If you see the peacock lurking around Pomefiore, don't forget to give it some pets, okay?

[3terna15unshin3]

baby name bomb dropping

boys Atticus, Atlas, Arthur, Blane, Bridger, Banks, Charlie, Camden, Clay, i dont fw any D names. Elliott (i like Elliott more for a girl tbh) Emmett, Everest, Franklin, Finnley, Foster, Grant, George, Gage, Hayes, Henry, Hudson, dont really have any I names. Jase, Jaiden, Judah, Keaton, Kolton, Kyson, Lane, Luca, Leland, Miles, Milo, Memphis, no N names. Otto, Oliver, Owen, Porter, Preston, Parker, Quinn, Quinnen, Quincey, Ryder, Rory, Ryker, Sylas, Shepherd, Sawyer, Theodor, Tyler, Tyson, blanking on U and V rn. Winston, Walker, Warner, Xavier, blanking on Y. Zayne, Zander and Zeke

girls Asher, Aspen, Athena, Brookes Blair, Briar, Charlotte, Constance, Clara, Dakota, Daphne, Darcy, Elliott, Eleanor, Emerson, Freya, Frankie, Fallon, Gemma, Gracie, Gwyneth, Hadly, Hayden, Hartley, Indie, Indigo, Imogen, Jorden, Juniper, Josie, Kiana, Kami, Luna, Lillia, Lainey, Mempnis (again) Madelyn, Maeve, Nora, Naomi, Noelle, Olivia, Oakley, Ophilea, Penelope, Parker, Presley, no q names. Remi, Reese, Reagen, Sawyer, Sutton, Spencer, Scout, Thea, Tatum, Teagan, no U names. Violet, Vivian, Virginia, Willow, Wren, Winnie (i fucking love Winnie) no x names, no y namez, Zoe, Zara

i am taking notes bae thank u 📝📝📝📝

some favs that stand out are atticus arthur otto foster aspen fallon gracie maeve imogen scout 🌟

[draiochtoaksacademyrp]

Post MoonFall

Thunder bunny Amber reporting in…

Under the Hunter's Moon Eerie orange glow the final attack of Moonfall was held. 12 Students: Verity, Steve,Otha,Celsa,Honey,Sen,Nisa,Kylona,Azel,Vanie,Ryker and Rowan were all taken in the middle of the night. Last seen walking into the forest under a daze.

Not for a lack of trying, Every adult that attempted to follow were placed under a nightmarish illusion of madness. What could they do but watch as a group of their students play hero and follow them through the barrier. The "Hero" Party consisted of 8 students that were desperate enough to go after their loved ones and friends. Myself, Gora,Aurora,Sara,Karenos,Lorelay,Krul and Ryo set our sights for our friends only to be met with a ghastly sight.

Not so soon after we entered the forest were we hit with the atrocious scent and the full view of the previously missing and pressumed dead students strung up on a tree and completely charred. Urgrad, Sylvana, Dagormith, Theo, Cerana, Nar Hadia and Sleazius. But with everyone focused on the mission, only Karenos could look in horror and pain. I couldn't leave them up there like halloween decor so i had my Familiars Ginger and Rouge take them down and cover them til the mission was over. But since that sight… Karenos looked lost.

After traveling deeper into the forest we finally saw them! But they were all in a trance, markings binding them to a circle, so even if we wanted to we couldn't grab and dip. According to the others there were four figures ready to fight them. But thanks to the fact illusions never affected me. I could see the villain for who they truly were… Sienna Graves. Once she revealed herself to the others i couldn't help but noticed the newest student, Gora, seemed shocked and out of sorts. Even Ryo who was normally always ready seemed a mess. He really just wanted my sister Honey safe.

Seeing that i could see her clear as day i struck her with a lightning bolt, as it hit Sienna yelled to me that it was a cheap shot. Ill admit it. It was. Gora stood aimlessly as she looked at the wisp. Dammit why wasnt she moving?? Aurora tried but seemed to see something unknown and hit that instead. Fuck. Sienna then turned to the captives and hurt that star kid. Why??? But shortly after she tried to hit sara but it only grazed her. What was strange was that blood slowly trickled down her nose… then Sienna started to cough… what was going on? Sara, while Sienna was coughing attacked her with her axe. Making a good amount of damage. Karenos, still shaken from the sight previously tried to attack sienna but made no contact. It was ….pitiful. Upperclassman Lorelay also let her emotions get the best of her, not that i can really blame her, but slipping on a pebble was…. damn. Krul finally arrived and threw his prefects door at her and missed…. was … was he taking this seriously??? Sienna then tried to attack me, it made sense but again… i could see so i just. Moved to the side. She on the other hand started to cough blood. Was she dying? Ryo kept clawing at the illusions, i could feel his rage, and desperation to save my sister, granted he tried to wake Gora from her daze soon after. During this…. Bunny Houses Prefect Vanie died…. apparently Sienna poisoned her to keep her weakened. It just followed due course… Saras cries must've been heard, because kylonas controlled body began to cry. After being attacked i tried to hit back but she was a wisp and remembered she could poof out of the way. Gora seemed to fall apart and did nothing as she fell into darkness. Did sienna feel for her? Seeing Kylona cry set something off in Aurora, she ended up slugging Sienna in the throat. Ouch. Krul ended up going super saiyan when he realized Vanie died… she must've been well liked. Irritated, Sienna tried murdering Steve but Lorelay said no and shielded him with her body. I don't think she will make it. In fact, i don't know how much longer sienna will last either, She looked like shit. Good for us, bad for her. After hitting Loreley Sienna aimed at the Naga. Fuck is he okay??? Seeing Sienna aim for Steve set Sara off as she literally bashed Sienna's skull. The wisps blood was everywhere. Damn. Karenos still attacked at nothingness. Why cant he snap out of this?? I can see Lorelay laying down. She's not getting up any time soon. Despite that head reeling from the recent bashing, her illusions saved her from Krul's wrath it seemed. Lore spoke to the concerned sara. But i cant focus too much there. My ears were filled with Ryo trying to knock some sense into Gora. We need help. We were dumb to come with just 8 people. Sara spoke through tears while sienna attempted to attack Aurora which failed. Ryo finally got up to fight but he missed because of her swaying. Dammit.

Soon i could see that the phoenix gave out. Like Vanie she succumb to death. I tried to attack sienna but she poofed away. HOW?!?! Gora just stared into the nothing. There's no way she fell that hard in like….24 hours!! I can hear Sara screaming out for the phoenix. Lore was dead. Aurora, her anger was palpable. She …hugged? Sienna and engulfed her in the flames of hell til sienna finally died. I think we all know she's with sun now… I felt her magic spells break as we were all freed. But at the cost of two of our own…. Lorelay Polly and Vanessa …well i don't really know her so i'm not sure. Hearing My sisters voice was sweet music. But she wanted Ryo… so i stayed back. Only the gods know what will happen now… Now that the Moon finally fell…..

Art belongs to @monstermarquis of their character Sienna Graves

[despiteherself]

I was just thinking about how Astrid should have had some personal beef with one of the villains in rtte and would love to hear your thoughts on it. It would have been fun to see her and Ryker keep having these hand to hand combats and her being hell-bent on trying to absolutely beat the shit out of him. Or if there was something between her and Viggo? Or literally any other villain in the show (idk lol I just think we could've seen so much of her if they had decided to do something like that)

oh i absolutely need astrid to have like personal beef with EVERYONE. I honestly think she might have shined more if it was personal beef with the gang - like her and ruff hashing shit out would have been soooooo good but i think her having a nemesis would have been far more interesting than whatever hiccup and viggo had going on (I’m sorry I actually couldn’t tell you bc I thought viggo as a concept was boring)

astrid struggling to fit in, astrid being a hard ass and aware everyone thinks she’s too much. astrid struggling to relax, pushing herself too far & taking her own feelings of inadequacy out on the others. her hero worship of hiccup getting in the way. a nemesis would have rlly added fire to that in a way that could have been really interesting!!! like the extra pressure making her snap at everyone and Ruff calls her out again. Not sure I trust the rtte team tho?

can’t say u deeply loved any villains in the show so like,, not sure which one id prefer haha

[calvinawesomessauce]

I drew ur characters (sorry its shitty lol, I did real quick)

-andresgunshow (but asked from my main)

ITS NOT SHITTY AT ALL OH MY WORM. I LOVE IT SO SO MUCH!!!!!!! ryker absolutely would go on rants about the government while high for sure I LOVE HOW U DREW THEM BOTH TOO ESPECIALLY JAYCE THEY LOOK SO SILLY!!!!!!