#if you wish to get a scale get a different one from the dragon himself

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I'd love to see Vlad and Danny both get summoned, just stare at each other, then start bickering and ignoring everyone around them.

Danny: Oh it's the fruit loop, get any of those feathers out of your head or are you still a bird brain?

Vlad: Horrible Nephew of mine, oh how wonderful it is to see you. No my feathers are just fine, they grew back well, unlike your awful gross scales. How does it feel? To burn?

Danny: how would you like to feel your flames flicker out old man.

Vlad: *sputtering* I am NOT old! Insolent child, I will drag you across the coals.

Danny: iNsOlEnT cHiLd blah blah blah blah blah you're so boring, perhaps a trip to the far frozen would do well to make you cooler.

Vlad: I will break you child.

Danny: oh noooo, scawyyyy, this is me, petrified rn. Im shaking in my boots.

Justice League, watching as these two powerful diety-like beings squabble amongst themselves: Should we.... Stop them?

*Danny and Vlad increase in volume, and the temperature starts fluctuating*

Justice League: Okay yes we need to stop them.

Batman, walking towards the two, channeling his inner Alfred and hoping it works: That is enough you two.

*Danny and Vlad both stop, and stare down at the brave human getting between them*

Vlad: Bringer of Packers Tickets, this is NONE of your business.

Danny: Yeah weirdo, scram this is our fight.

Batman sighs, and from seemingly out of nowhere pulls out a covered silver platter and a bulging bag.

Danny and Vlad:....

Batman: Danny if you stop fighting I will give you this *opens the top to reveal another one of Alfred's meals, this time a pasta dish with several pieces og garlic bread*

Danny: Holy shit is that the old man's cooking?

Vlad: Old ma- what old man? Daniel how do you know these people?

Danny: I broke his fountain.

Vlad: Ah, that explains nothing, I see your lessons with Pandora have yet to improve your language skills. And I'm not about to yield to a tiny and insignificant morta-

Batman: And for you, twelve different signed Packers Helmets.

Vlad:.....

Vlad: I see, we shall continue this fight later.

Suddenly, Vlad is surrounded by his flames and standing there is a man with large flaming black wings. Batman only blinks before handing over the bag to the now gleeful man, looking at the helmets like treasures.

Danny huffs at the showiness of his uncle, and is soon surrounded in light, simply transforming info his humanoid form.

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Constantine:.... I didn't know they could do that... Huh.

Tim: Yeah he's hot right?

Constantine: Yes, the feathers are bloody hot, but I'm sure there's a work around.

Tim:.... I was talking about the dragon.

Constantine and Tim, staring at each other: ....

*Nod of understanding*

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While the Justice League are huddled together making a game plan, Danny and Vlad get busy.

Danny blows a raspberry at Vlad and starts chowing down on his spaghetti dish, while Vlad hands his new helmets to the vulture servants one by one, growling threats to take extreme care. Vlad takes a second to look over and walks over to see what his Nephew would stop a fight over.

Vlad: A simple pasta dish, really?

Danny, with a mouth full: dwon't knoik it tuill yew *Danny swallows* try it. Honestly, the old man's food is the best I've ever had. Though tbh, I don't really have much to go off of.

Vlad: Well yes, I can see why, your father certainly is a disgrace in the kitchen

Danny: Not like mom is any better

Vlad: *Clutching the Packer's helmets close* Maddie can do no wrong.

Danny: *Rolling his eyes* yeah sure, anyway so you want some.

Vlad: I suppose.

*Danny makes another fork out of ice, much to the Phoenix's irritation, before letting the man scoop up some of the pasta and grumpily chew.

Vlad:.... Ah, I see, I can understand. May I have some of that garlic bread?

Danny: sure, but just one piece

Vlad: that's hardly fair, you have seven other pieces!

Danny: This was my bribe, you have your packers helmets, feel grateful I'm even giving you one.

*Vlad grumpily takes the bread, sitting down next to his nephew and grumbling curses under his breath*

Danny: Oh that reminds me! Hey, man of Bats? Batman?

Batman: Yes?

*Danny grabs and pulls off one of the scales from his shoulder* this is for the old man?

Batman: I'm sure agent A would appreciate it...

Danny: It is for that swear jar of his, it slipped my mind that I needed to add to it.

The Justice League: ???

Constantine: Did that dragon just give up a bloody scale? For a human? Simple as that? Not even a blood payment or anything?

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Tim, off to the side, muttering: Okay, his mother's name is Maddie. Still not sure how this Phoenix guy and Danny are related though. His scales are some sort of magic power source? Possible, further testing needed. Has ice powers, but seems to be capable of much more. Has pretty white fur (and in his human form, hair) that perhaps also has power? Hmmm

Jason: Dude why are you so obsessed with this?

Tim: ummm to get to know the dragon better reconnaissance and failsafe planning?

Jason: Yeah sure buddy.

There was a dragon in their fountain.

A giant eastern dragon in their fountain.

Most of its body is in the fountain, but a good portion of it is just resting on the ground.

Were they supposed to just, leave it there or make it shoo.

Tim didn't know, neither did Dick.

It was beautiful, scales a glowing white and a mane that looked incredibly soft, even from where they were standing.

Again, there was a dragon in their fountain. A beautiful dragon, but a dragon nonetheless.

Alfred, the unconcerned, professional, most unphased man, just, walked over to it, give it sass for growling at him, and then asked if it would like to soak in the pool instead.

And the damn thing agreed to it too.

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Danny fucking hated the aftermath of his fights with Vlad, sure, the phoenix never tried to actually kill him or anything, but the heat just does not do it for him.

At least the fucker himself is gonna be uncomfortable from the cold.

Danny just wanted to navigate to the Far Frozen to recover from the heat, alright. Of course it would be too much to ask, because next them he knew he ran into a portal and plopped down onto some rich person's lawn.

And then took over said rich person's fountain, it was big enough for a good amount of his body at least, so he just went why the fuck not.

Then some butler came over to him, gave him of all people fucking sass, and asked him if he wanted to soak in the pool instead.

So of course, he got to the moving to said pool.

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The Rogue Prince’s Legacy

Fandom: House of Dragon

Summary: Amid the whispers of court, your pregnancy becomes a symbol of hope for House Targaryen’s future, forging a bond that even dragons sense. As Daemon’s love and Caraxes’ fierce protectiveness grow, you witness the unyielding devotion of both husband and dragon to the life you carry. Together, the three of you embody the fire, blood, and strength that define the Targaryen legacy, standing unshaken against the world.

Pairing: Reader/Daemon Targaryen

The news of your pregnancy spread quickly through the Red Keep, setting tongues wagging and hearts alight with anticipation. You and Daemon Targaryen were no strangers to whispers, but this time, they carried a different tone—hope, curiosity, and envy. The child you carried was the blood of the dragon, a symbol of House Targaryen’s future.

Daemon, ever the Rogue Prince, was ecstatic. His usual smirking bravado softened into something deeper—a fierce, protective pride. He rarely left your side, his presence a shield against the world. But it wasn’t only Daemon who became fiercely protective; Caraxes, his crimson-scaled dragon, had taken his role as guardian to an extreme, as though he too sensed the precious life growing within you.

Caraxes’ behavior changed almost overnight. The once fiery and unpredictable Blood Wyrm, known for prowling the skies with reckless abandon, now lingered close to the Red Keep, his sharp eyes constantly tracking your movements. He prowled the courtyards, perched on castle walls, and roared at anyone he deemed too close to you. The first time you noticed it was during a walk in the gardens. You had gone outside for air when you spotted Caraxes curled on the stones beyond the hedges, his golden eyes fixed intently on you. When Daemon joined you, he chuckled at the sight, his hand resting on your shoulder. “It seems Caraxes has appointed himself your personal warden.”

“Is this normal?” you asked, glancing nervously at the looming dragon.

Daemon smirked, his tone laced with amusement. “Normal? No. But nothing about you and our child is ordinary.”

As days turned to weeks, Caraxes’ vigilance grew. He became territorial, roaring at anyone who approached you too closely. Servants scurried away at the sound of his growls, and even the most confident courtiers kept their distance. Daemon found the situation endlessly entertaining. One afternoon, as you sat reading in the shade of the courtyard, Caraxes positioned himself nearby, his tail curling protectively around the perimeter. When Daemon arrived, he stood for a moment, watching the scene with a grin.

“Do you realize you’ve tamed not just me but my dragon as well?” he asked, his voice carrying that familiar teasing edge.

Looking up from your book, you raised an eyebrow. “Tamed? I wouldn’t call this taming. He looks ready to incinerate anyone who gets too close.”

Daemon laughed, sitting beside you. “He knows. Dragons are not mindless—they sense things. He feels the importance of what you carry.”

“Our child?” you asked, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

“Our child,” Daemon corrected, his hand brushing against your growing belly. “Caraxes is simply doing what I wish I could—guarding you against the world.”

There was one moment, however, that reminded everyone why dragons were both revered and feared. It happened one afternoon as you walked through the courtyard with Daemon. A visiting lord, deep in drink and judgment clouded, stumbled too close to you, shouting something incoherent as he reached out in jest. Before Daemon could react, a deafening roar shattered the air. Caraxes lunged forward from his perch on the castle wall, teeth bared and tail smashing into the ground. The lord froze, his face pale as Caraxes’ massive head loomed over him, a deep growl rumbling in the dragon’s chest.

Daemon stepped forward, his expression dark and cold. “I suggest you leave,” he said, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword.

The lord didn’t wait for a second warning. He fled, stumbling over himself in his haste. Beside you, Daemon’s smirk returned. “You see? He’s more terrifying than I could ever be.”

“Terrifying,” you agreed, though a faint smile tugged at your lips. “But perhaps necessary.”

For all his ferocity, Caraxes also showed moments of surprising gentleness. One day, you ventured to the dragonpit with Daemon, wanting to see him up close. As you approached, Caraxes lowered his massive head, his golden eyes softening as he sniffed the air around you. “He knows you,” Daemon murmured, watching the interaction with rare tenderness in his voice.

Tentatively, you reached out, your fingers brushing against Caraxes’ warm scales. The dragon rumbled low in his chest, leaning into your touch. Despite his reputation, there was a gentleness in him now, a reflection of the bond you had formed not just with Daemon but with the life you carried. “You’re not so scary after all,” you whispered, wonder filling your voice.

Daemon laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Don’t let him hear that too often. He might lose his edge.”

As your pregnancy progressed, Daemon’s protectiveness rivaled even Caraxes’. He became your shadow, ensuring your every need was met, sparing no expense to keep you comfortable and safe. Despite his reputation as a warrior and rogue, he revealed a softer, more vulnerable side—a man who would do anything to protect his family.

One evening, as you rested in your chambers, Daemon sat beside you, his hand resting over your belly. “Do you know what this child means to me?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

You smiled, brushing your fingers through his silver hair. “Tell me.”

He looked at you, his violet eyes filled with an emotion so raw it took your breath away. “It means everything. You and this child are my legacy, my purpose. The world can burn, but I will keep you safe. Both of you.”

Tears prickled at your eyes, and you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his. “You’ve already given me the world, Daemon. Now we’ll share it with our child.”

In the distance, Caraxes roared, his cry echoing across the night as if to proclaim the promise of what was to come. Between the fierce love of a husband, the unrelenting loyalty of a dragon, and the life growing within you, you knew your family was bound by fire, blood, and an unbreakable bond. Together, you would face whatever the world brought, unshaken and unyielding.

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So about dmc danny, if he can't switch to human, does that mean phantom is his true form now? Or maybe like his human and ghost forms merged and we get spooky eldrich phantom as a devil trigger?

I kinda feel like his devil trigger might only sorta look like Dante? He could have taken after him if he didnt leave the world but probably has a lot of influence from his time in amity. Where Dante is big and mucley, Danny is kinda dainty and elegant like an eastern dragon compared to western, thin antler like horns made of frost, legs that can merge into a tail that fades into shadow gradually, wings more for show than actual flight, looking like a cloak of stars and frost that he folds around his shoulders like a gargoyle, or maybe like big chill from ben 10? Green claws on long white fingers, floofy hair, big teeth with a bit of a muzzle, which could help focus his wail? Idk I'm just spitting ideas here.

Definitely the third thing. His devil trigger is like his phantom form- but since I want to keep the green. I'm thinking of like making it inverted from Dante's in color scheme, since Red and Green are opposites. So white scales instead of black. (This to hint at his phantom form back from amity where he was an invert coloring of himself) A lot of his Devil Trigger will be influence by ghosts or even the ghostly looking demons in the game. So imagine his wings look like a cloak when closed. I wish I could get the idea I have drawn but XD IT hasn't worked yet. I'm not going to make him look too different compared to the others, but knowing I can play around a lot like how Nero's wings are hands, Danny's form will heavily be influenced by ghostliness. Ooo I also thought it be cool when his new form is revealed- it shows what his colors were suppose to be for a split second before being overcome by his true ones. ( Hard to explain since I see it animated in my brain and I don't know how to put to words yet.) A white light that flies from him like ashes, forming rings around him as it splits and sizzles to reveal his devil trigger. In the small space in between the rings is where his coloring be black and red, just a peak of what he could have looked like. ANYWAYS I've played with designs before but the invert is the new idea I had. hehehe. I thought it be a cool. OH and for the horns, right now I'm playing with the idea of them looking like a hood around his head, so when his wings are closed he'll look like a reaper/a phantom ;3 Its when he opens his wings, his body will glow similarly to the others, just a bright green. His body I imagining right now, will be more slim and sleek, which gives him his own style of fighting in the universe too. He's the guy that's going to move around like water, and will overwhelm/drown you if you're not careful. Also definitely want to give him a sleek tail but that depends on how overdone it looks. XD It might be too much. Could also give the manifestation of wings/cloak like Nero has with his arm wings. I need to try to concept it out again XDDD But I have had fun thinking about it.

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Slams hands on desk. Does siffrin change into a dragon during the loops. Do they have to hide changes from their family. Do they

YES YES YES to all of this!

The loops are why Siffrin starts changing into a dragon in the first place (in addition to their fixation on their family - hoarding them, not wanting to lose them). They already have some latent draconic traits just due to being from the Island to the North, but the immense power of Wish Craft coaxes those traits out and grows them more. Dragons are powerful beings, after all. So the more loops they go through, the further they change.

(This is the reason loop is a full on dragon instead of arguably human with obvious draconic traits like siffrin is - not only were they in the loops for much longer than siffrin, but they also made that last wish at the end, finalizing their transformation)

Of course, Siffrin being Siffrin, they ABSOLUTELY do not want anyone to notice they are literally going through what is basically nonconsensual body modification, so they hide it as much as they can. Scales, already hidden under clothes, aren't mentioned, claws are hidden by gloves, teeth are hidden by simply not talking much or opening their mouth very widely, horns are hidden by hat.

The most trouble they have is with their eye. Their pupil becomes slitted and it's a difficult thing to hide. They try with their hat and their hair but that comes with the issue of either 1) being noticed for acting weird, or 2) not being able to hecking SEE.

. . . Granted, later on, they've gone through so many loops they hardly even need to see to know what they're doing.

Usually their go-to for their eye is to just ignore it/deflect whenever someone mentions it. One thing being weird about them isn't usually enough for them to be confronted on it.

(Of course the stranger they act the more suspicious they are the more others notice - the dragon thing IS involved in the Sus Quest and in fact contributes to odile's suspicions considering legends of dragons are mentioned alongside time and wish craft. But that can be a different post, should anyone want me to elaborate.)

Things come to light in Act 5/6 along with everything else, of course (especially considering that final fight is when their wings finally emerge), and now everyone has to navigate what it means to be hoarded by a dragon, and Siffrin has to navigate how to not let their fixation become all-consuming again, making sure their family keeps their autonomy. In addition to, you know, trying to actually talk about their feelings.

Throughout their post-game travels, they all try to get their hands on as many books about dragons as they can, so everyone knows how to take care of their little dragonlet and so he can learn how to take care of himself.

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Hiii, random thought I had today , I rewatched httyd and thought about the scene where Hiccup scratched under Toothless' chin and he collapsed in happiness so I wondered if Targaryen's might have like the perfect scratching spot that'd make them do the same thing, basically melting into your touch

Always yours, ✨ anon

Note: Hi ✨anon !! I’m so happy you asked ! I don’t think many of them would let their love scratch at their dragons all willy-nilly, because they still are dragons. But some have more control over the draconic instincts then others, for sure. The younger generation is more open to being scratched or touched in general, too.

Warning: ⚠️ start of explicit scenes, not graphic. Very mild.

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Dragon!hybrid masterlist

Aemond: To be fair, Aemond had no control in what Vaghar did, most of the time when he was in dragon form. Otherwise, he would not have had you so close, so soon after a long flying adventure when he and Vaghar were on edge. If it had been left to Aemond, he would have left the moment he saw you, waiting for him in the pit, at landing. But Vaghar had taken over, in his fatigue, and let you run your hands down the scales that made their body. Too tired to fully control himself, and too exhausted to even think about changing form, Aemond simply stood by, in his own mind, and watched.

Vaghar is a sucker for caresses, the prince already knew. He could hear and feel her purrs everything you touched him, at any moment, and for any reasons. This time was no different, except that Aemond had no control over the purrs that rumbled out of Vaghar, purrs he usually quieten to the people around him.

Your fingers scratched at the long snout of his dragon form and a jolt of lightning seems to run through his veins as Vaghars let herself fall to the ground, leaving Aemond dizzy, fully in control of the dragon’s form. The sudden fall of the dragon, and change from the scaled giant to the leathery-winged prince left you no time to brace yourself. Aemond hand caught yours, bringing it against his cheek, stepping so close to you that you could feel his chest heaving against yours.

No words were exchanged, Aemond too busy trying to make sense of this sudden situation, and the heaviness between his legs that had all the blood (or so it seemed) in his body rush down south, too fast to fully understand. He felt sluggish, drunk from your touch, and words seemed like the least pleasing things he could offer you in, when you made him feel so much.

Baela: Baela would like to have you feel her completely, in and out of her human form and dragon form, but the reminder of her burnt hands forever marked on your skin is searing still, in her memory. She likes having yours hands run down her scales, especially against her neck, but she never lets you get cozy with Moondancer’s full form. Her dragon magic is still too fearsome for her Rider, and hurting you is the nightmare that follows her even in the waking world.

Daemon: Caraxes would love to have you scratch under his chin, at the junction of his neck, it’s Daemon that is too proud to as, and too in control to let Caraxes do as he pleases. The only time it happened was the only time Daemon fucked you with scales still covering most of his body and teeth that could have ripped your throat in a blink. The only time, or too he begged for you to keep his eggs inside. Since, he limits your interactions with Caraxes’ form.

Daemon is still too embarrass to talk about his request of you keeping his eggs, he felt dirty and had never seen himself as perverse before this one instance. It’s a him problem.

Jacaerys: Jacaerys wishes he could control Vermax, if only half as good as Baela does Moondancer. Vermax always finds a way to get your hands on it’s scales, and get your fingers in the little spot behind his left wing that he cannot reach. The spot that makes Jace see stars and feel like he could burst from not even having you touch him… down there. And he can’t even make it known to you, since Vermax is not letting him have the control to shift, so Jacaerys endures, until Vermax gets its fill of caresses. Then it’s a red-cheeks Jace that your greet. One that pulls you to the nearest corner to kiss you, hands holding on to your hips and thighs and hair, until he, too, gets his fill of you.

Rhaenyra: Syrah is more than happy to have you scratch at their scales. Every place you touch is their favourite, to be honest. Do they have a particular spot ? Not really. Do they have to have you naked underneath them afterwards ? Most definitely.

Rhaenyra has control over Syrax, and Syrax is most happy to please her human counterpart. With the exception of those tired nights after long deliberations and political talks that Syrax has no care for. Then, the dragon has an easier time having access to their human’s body, and thus to you, in the process. Being able to feel your fingers racking through their hair, and having their chin rest upon your chest, letting them purr and bathe you in their scent to their heart’s content is the most gratifying thing Syrax could find. And the burn of lust grows in her human’s lower belly every time, forcing Syrax to retreat to the darkness of their shared mind as Rhaenyra, now fully awake, takes back the control and makes you sing under her touch.

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For the gaymerrr meme 👀: 3. Favorite boss?

Questions of favourites are always a mess for me because there are so many axes to grade on. Favourite design? Aesthetically? Lore-wise? As a character? Mechanically? Thereby, I hope you'll forgive me for giving more than one answer. ;^ ^

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Purely in terms of how much I enjoy their fights, it's a tie between Artorius (Dark Souls) and the various Tree Spirits (Elden Ring).

No moment of any game has felt as fair and challenging in equal measure as the fight against Artorius. Even among Souls bosses, for me he strikes the absolute perfect balance. Every attack is telegraphed well enough to avoid but will still absolutely punish failure to react. he's too fast to greed extra hits on but has sufficient openings for you to make careful and consistent progress against his health. The fight is fast-paced without being exhausting or overstimulating. Artorius doesn't rely on gimmicks or require a specific load-out to make the fight manageable. He is a pure test of skill. Tainted as he is by the Abyss, he retains his honor as a knight.

The Tree Spirits are a similar story, but less impactful. They're cool and fun to fight, but are much more like candy compared to the mille feuille of Artorius. they telegraph their moves fairly (all except their explosion, which has too large a range and does far too much damage), and the fluidity of their animations makes fighting them feel like a dance. Large enough to intimidate but not so big that the camera struggles to accommodate them. I never tire of testing my dodge timing against their attacks.

The Man, The Myth, The Character

As a character, it would be disingenuous of me to point to anything but Morgott (Elden Ring).

"Fell Omen", "Veiled Monarch", "Grace-Given", "King of Leyendell", heir to the golden throne, and unflinchingly loyal hound of those who most resent his very existence. A child cursed only as a means to slight his mother by her enemies and hated and forsaken by her for it as though it were his own failing. He is a living example of the sins of the parent being visited upon the child, and yet he throws himself at the feet of the Golden Order, who name his kind horrors.

His reaction to being abandoned down a well was becoming convinced that if he just worked hard enough, just devoted enough of himself to serving the Order, that the people who fundamentally loathed his very nature would eventually give him the approval he so desired.

He's an 11 ft.-tall old man with monstrous physical elements and Catholic guilt running around his own kingdom pretending him and the king are two different people because public prejudice against the omen is so bad it would cause mass unrest in an already unstable time and refuses to be anything less than a paragon because he thinks that if he's just a model enough minority that God and his mother will finally love him.

He doesn't wear pants. He doesn't have a dick. We get a gratuitous foot shot upon his reveal as king of Leyendell. His curse severs him from the gift of Grace and yet he wields its holy light alongside weaponising his cursed blood and is even dubbed the "Grace-Given". he's hiding a greatsword in his walking stick, and that greatsword is made of his own crystallized, cursed blood. He's a high-functioning mess and I love him.

Looking (Respectfully)

The last category is also a tie and, thanks to being based on aesthetics, is much simpler to explain.

Gaping Dragon (Dark Souls) speaks for itself. Tiny, silly snoot slithers up from the depths of the sewers only to reveal its massive, horrific body. I like sharp teeth. I like oversized maws. I like the oil-slick iridescence of its scales. I like dragons - the funkier the better. This puppy is fucked-up and stinky, and I wish I could fit half as much in my mouth as it can. Bonus points for undersized wings that can barely assist it in jumping higher.

And last is Dirge, aka the Sand Tiger, aka the Tenth Colossus (Shadow of The Colossus). It terrifies me. For all my love of the weird and even macabre, Dirge sends pangs of ice-cold fear through my system when I see its eyes. It's worse when I can see its mouth.

I have a fear of fish with distinct, contracted pupils in prominent eyes. It's a small club of just Dirge and Half-Life's ichthyosaur as far as far as video games go (that I'm aware), but two nickels and all that.

Why do I name Dirge one of my favourite boss designs if even just looking up pics for this post triggered a flight response in me so strong that I had to put effort into not Ctrl+Shift+W'ing reflexively? I honestly can't say.

Despite the raging terror it inspires in me, I can't stop coming back to it. I flinch, I return, I flinch, I return. Not to insert even more Souls talk into this answer than there already is, but it's much like my original experience playing Dark Souls for the first time. I was horrendously bad at Dark Souls when I first played it. I died a lot. It was frustrating. And yet there was also something beautiful and tantalising that kept drawing me back in. And eventually I fell in love (with Dark Souls; I still don't like Dirge, per se).

Maybe it's the same part of me that feels at home in the eroguro genre. Maybe it's the part of me that looks at medical photos of disfiguring illnesses and injuries until the initial gut reaction fades because the conscious part of me loves humans of all stripes with the whole of my heart no matter what my sympathetic nervous system tries to tell me. All I know is that, for all the terror it instills in me, I have felt an uncanny connection to Dirge deep in my subconscious from the moment I saw it. It's been 20 years, and I still can't look away.

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Not So Different Pt1: Dragon Sabo X Dragon Trainer User

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Alright so I'm back again, sorry if I'm taking too long, it's just extremely hot where I live and it's absolutely draining me of all energy. But I've brought the next voted idea from the pole and the second last one of the week! And yes you did read the total correctly, bec I will definitely be posting a part 2 of this!

Warnings/Tags:

Gender neutral reader

Talking about hunting and killing dragons

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Narrator POV

Sabo stood atop a cliff, glancing at his map then back at the forest below, not knowing where he was going but there was a destination at the end, and that's all that matters.

Sabo wasn't like most dragons that would pick a cave to live in and hoard something. No. He was a free spirit, and because he was a dragon, who could stop him from doing what he wanted. Freedom, adventure, with the only problem being solitude, that was the life of a dragon. He loved it though, but it could get lonely sometimes. Yes he had his brothers Luffy and Ace, but they had their own adventures, and once awhile all three brothers would by accident meet up and a new story for the history books would be created before the three parted ways again, destined to meet up again and and add a new story to the tales of the three dragon brothers. But then he'd be alone again, because who would want to be around a dragon such as himself. Folding his map and placing it in pocket, Sabo had planned his route and knew where to go. Spreading his arms out, Sabo leaned forward and fell off the cliff, before he hit the trees below, he aimed his head upwards and transformed. His body growing and morphing, clothes, skin and hair turning into beautiful white scales, eyes becoming sharper, hands growing talons, his back sprouting wings and a tail, and of course the fire in his heart coming to life once again as his new adventure began. Within the blink of an eye Sabo transformed from a young gentleman into a graceful white dragon, soaring through the air. His adventure had begun, and he had a feeling this one would be special.

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Landing in a small clearing, Sabo turned back into a human, this was to be his camp for the night. Catching some fish nearby Sabo made a fire and ate dinner. Tonight was peaceful, warm weather, clear starry skies, no sound but the crackling fire and nocturnal animals, singing their nighttime song. He enjoyed night like these, but he enjoyed nights like these better when he had someone to share stories with or just talk to... He missed his brothers but he knew it wouldn't be long before he saw them soon, he just wish it could be sooner. But he didn't need to mope about that now, he needed to go to bed! Because the sooner he went to bed, the sooner he would wake up and that would mean he could carry on sooner with his latest adventure. Putting out his fire, Sabo turned back into a dragon to sleep for the night, that way no nearby monsters would want to attack him.

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A snapping branch caught his attention. Sabo lifted his head and peered into the darkness of where the snapping sound came from, and quickly he found the silhouette of a person coming towards him, he raised his head further to see them better. Once they got close enough and thanks to their torch that he could see, you, he instantly looked at their clothes and scowled. He recognized those clothes, you came from a village known for their dragon hunting. He should've been more on guard, no he was facing someone that hunted his kind for trophies! He let out a low growl and stood up, so you knew he could see you. You stopped at a distance away from him and he could see your face, you seemed... Different... Your face didn't seem to hold any malice in it, but rather seemed kind... Still not trusting you he growled again, this time making smoke come out his nose as if to say "Go away or I will attack" but you didn’t move, you just held up your free hand, in a surrendering gesture. "Hey hey, take it easy, I'm not here to hurt you..." you said. Sabo was confused, why would a hunter not be there to hurt him? But he still didn't let his guard down and kept trying to sense for anymore hunters while keeping his eye on the one in front of him. But then you surprised him again, you threw a large leg of raw meat at him, were you trying to feed him?! He still didn't trust it, and he didn't eat raw meat, so he just left it.

You sighed, then sat down, "I'm not going to hurt you... I just want to... Tame you..." tame him?! Sabo hadn't heard of someone wanting to tame a dragon of all things, and you were from a village of hunters, why were you talking about taming what your village took pride in killing? Sabo didn't trust it and he could sense it was just you so he could easily fly away, but he didn't... He didn't know why but there was something different about you, maybe you were telling the truth. He thought about the thing you said about taming him and it amused him this time. He was more than just a simple dragon to be tamed, he was still half human, but your kind didn't know that. So he decided to tease play along with you. He sat back down and loafed, meaning he was calm. You perked up and looked surprised. Standing back up you inched closer to the dragon making sure to move sma steps at a time so as to not make him uncomfortable and aggravate him. Sabo just watched in amusemt as you got closer and stayed silent. Once you were right in front of him you spoke again, "Is it alright if I touch you?" you asked in a quiet and calm voice. Sabo lowered his head and you gently rubbed the scales. He let out a noise of contentment, both to play along with his joke, but also because your hands felt nice.

You eventually stepped back a bit and took off your bag, "Such a beautiful creature, my village is wrong with hunting your kind." you said and Sabo was pleased to hear that, it was unusual for humans to say that about dragons, almost everyone feared his kind, but he had gotten used to it by now. "You're such a pretty one, such beautiful white scales... I think I'll call you Nimbus," Nimbus?! What were you talking about?? Why on earth were you naming him, Sabo thought. Oh god, you were trying to turn him into a pet, weren't you? Now this was becoming hilarious! Not only were you trying to ame Sabo, but you were trying make him your pet! Sabo was holding back from laughing right in your face, but he had to continue, just to mess with you more. You started digging through your bag, and brought out a large Seattle and reigns, oh now this was getting even better! You were trying to ride him like a damm horse! "Alright Nimbus, is it alright if I put this on you?" you asked in a calming voice again, now Sabo just couldn't resist...

In the most clear, firm but amused voice, Sabo finally spoke to you, "No, I'd rather you not treat me like a horse." you dropped the saddle and your jaw, Sabo continued, "And my name is not Nimbus, it's Sabo actually." your jaw dropped even lower, and to make it all worse, Sabo transformed back into his human form making your jaw drop all the way to hell. "See, not just an animal you can tame like a pet. My kind isn't that stupid you know~" He said with a smirk, obviously enjoying your reaction. He got closer to you and when he touched your shoulder, you just collapsed, he managed to catch you and he just chuckled and looked you over, deciding what to do.

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When you finally sat up you were laying next to a fire. You sat up, taking in your surroundings when you saw Sabo. He sat poking the fire until he saw you were awake and smiled, "Ah, you're finally awake. You didn't react well to my little surprise there~" he got up and sat next to you, "Are you alright? I didn't scare you too much, did I?" He asked with a more softer smile this time. You sat up and shook your head, "No... I'm fine.. Are you, really that?" "That same dragon? Yes. Your kind doesn't know this because you kill us before getting to know. Us but all us dragons have a human form." you blushed from embarrassment, "Oh... I'm so sorry for us humans... I never liked hunting..." "Thank you for that, it's rare someone doesn't fear or hunt my kind and it's kind of refreshing that I can just talk to someone that won't run away. So tell me, why the sympathy for dragons?" he scooted a little closer to you with a curious look and a soft smile. You sat up and started talking, "As you could guess, I live in the dragon hunting capital and, I've just never liked it when someone brought back a dragon... It was kind of a rare occasion, but still happened enough to gain the reputation, but all I remember from those days was the looks on the dragons faces... Filled with fear, desperation... It made me feel sick, and it made me think that there must be another way to deal with dragons other than a massacre, and so I thought... Maybe like we did with wolves and cats, we could tame your kind... But now I know, that we're not all that different, and I'm sorry if I upset you for seeing you as a potential pet, but I hope we could become friends at least..." You gave him a hopeful look, he smiled back. "Of course, I like to make new friends and it's been ages since I've made friends with a human." you smiled back.

There was a brief comfortable silence before you asked, "So, what else can you do other than transform into a dragon and fly?" Sabo smirked and placed his hands on his hips confidently, "Well, we are the first ever users of fire magic, so we're masters of it actually. We breathe fire in our dragon forms, in our human forms we can summon and control fire, and we use a special type of fire magic to send messages!" he said confidently and you were amazed." How does the message thing work??" You asked curiously and his smirk grew wider. "Well we'll write down our message on a piece of paper and light it up with our fire magic, and the ashes will catch in the wind and blow towards the person we're sending the message too and when it reaches the person it reforms back into its paper form with the message on it." you were even more amazed "But how do the ashes know where to go???" Sabo chuckles, "Well, we just think of who we want to send it to and it'll find them, it's magic." He said casually like it was obvious while you were just dumbfounded. Sabo chuckled at your reaction when wind blew and ashes flew past his face, "Ah, here comes one now." Sabo held out his hand and th ashes blew around his hand before materializing back into a scroll of paper. He unrolled it and began reading, while you just silently watched. As he rad it his smile dropped and he gripped the paper tightly. But he calmed down and put the scroll in his pocket before looking at you, "Well, it's seems my brothers need my help, one of them has been caught by your village and is going to be executed and I need your help." "My help?" "Yes, it's your village and you know the place so I would really appreciate it if you could me save one of my brothers..." Sabo pleaded. You hesitated, you didn't like it in your village and you knew if you went back that it might not be such a warm welcome, but Sabo was your friend now, something you haven't had before, and you didn't want to just abandon him now when he needed you, so you nodded, "Alright, I'll help you."

Sabo smiled and stood up, putting out the fire and handing your things he helped you up too, "Alright, just put your hands on my shoulders, and hold on like your life depends on it!" "Uhh, couldn't we just use my saddle for me to sit on...?" Sabo laughed and shook his head, "Oh hell no! We don't have time to figure out how a dragon saddle works and I have enough pride not to wear one, now come on!" Before you could protest Sabo grabbed you by the waist and you both shot up in the air as he transformed and flew into the sky. Once the initial reaction of fear and screaming was over, you finally opened your eyes to see that you were soaring through the night sky while being firmly held in Sabos talons. He looked down to where you were and gave you a toothy grin, "Don't worry, I won't let you fall~ And if I do, I'll just catch you... Hopefully." He teased but you still looked mortified. He just laughed and looked back up, flying towards your village of dragon hunters where you now had to confront your people and sobe someone you were raised to kill...

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Alright, that's another one for today, and if anyone was wondering, yes the way how dragons deliver messages is a reference to how Spike delivers twilights messages to princess Celestia in My Little Pony, I thought it would be funny sorry (´｡• ω •｡`). But I'll try and post the Sanji idea soon, if not tomorrow then I'll definitely post it Saturday so I'll see you all very soon.

Kelly🐸

[rrcraft-and-lore]

The demon, Hiranyakashipu, and the Welsh hero, Lleu Llaw Gyffes -- what do they have in common?

Well, something I've talked a lot about before in some other threads that can be boiled down (a touch unfairly and we'll get into that) into the myth/trope of impenetrability or weakness. The idea of a character (usually a hero, sometimes a villain/monster) having "NO" weaknesses (terms and conditions apply - see: they have ONE you just might not know it).

So, Lleu Llaw Gyffes, Welsh hero, he cannot be killed during the day or night, nor indoors or outdoors, neither riding nor walking, not clothed and not naked, nor by any weapon lawfully made.

Interestingly enough Hiranyakashipu has a very similar condition - the demon, manages to get a boon from the creator god, Brahma at first he asks for immortality, which he is denied. However, he manages to sort of work his way there with a loophole (only...that loop was certainly holed back at him - as it often is in old epics and tales).

He wished that he could not meet death by any living entities created by god, that he could not fall during true day time or night, nor on the ground or sky, or by animal or man, and he continues to lay his conditions as such can't be killed by a god, or a demon, or a snake from a lower plane of existence.

Only...enter Vishnu, a god who is not Brahma who did not create the demon, or others. To get around this, Vishnu becomes the incarnation and avatar of himself, Narasimha

Not mortal man, or god, or demon, or full animal. But something between them all, he grabs the demon and places him on his lap - thus he is no longer in the sky or ground, and it is done at twilight (not day or night but between - the transition), and he rips him apart with his clawed hands - not a made weapon, but something natural. Both Lleu Llaw Gyffes and the demon Hiranyakashipu had progenitors and thus grandfathers.

Interestingly enough Lleu is the grandson of: Beli Mawr or Beli the Great. Our demon is the descendent of Mahabali or Bali Maharaj - Bali the Great, Bali the King (demon king in this case).

Now, I've talked about the similarities of myths and tropes and beats in epics and tales out of these two (and other cultures) before and it's likely owing to shared P.I.E. (proto indo european) origins backed up by shared genetic ancestry scientists have discovered linking Indians and Celts to the P.I.E group not to mention the etymological similarities. The differences here are one is a hero, and thus his weakness is not exploited in full and he doesn't die. 

Going back though, we have German story of Siegfried the dragonslayer, who bathes in the blood of Fafnir after killing him (due to a broken scale/exposed weakness in the armor - hi smaug), and thus himself gets invulnerable/impenetrable skin (terms and conditions apply) where the leaf of a linden (lime tree) sticks to his back preventing it from being coated in protective dragon's blood. Later his lover is tricked into divulging his weak spot (something similar happens to Lleu only he survives) and in this case Siegfried is killed. 

This is just one of many connections in shared myths around the world/tropes/beats and how other parts play out differently (some cultures also just love taking things to a much darker place - stares). LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE.

Anywhoooo there's a small fun little myth.

[imtrashraccoon]

Dragon Au Headcanons?

if you have anything at the moment.

I wrote out bullet points days ago but kept forgetting to actually expand on them... Oh well, here's some little things I thought of, as well as, a few things you sent me. :3 (I should mention that this is all in regards to their dragon forms and not the gaster blaster/humanoid ones.)

The Dark Fortress: Dragon AU Headcanons

They're essentially immortal in the sense that they only grow stronger with age and they aren't affected by most physical ailments. It is technically possible to kill them but their scales make them nigh invulnerable to most weapons so anyone who tries will need the aid of magic. Fortunately for them, mages tend to be rather squishy.

All of them like being pet or groomed, but only by their mortal friend and they all react differently to the idea with some being more open to it than others.

Donovan will only let you touch him when no one else is around and even then, you better not make a big deal out of it. He's a big powerful dragon and you're a puny little mortal; he's letting you live so you better be grateful. Just don't stop halfway through or you'll have a grumpy dragon on your hands.

Dirk loves getting attention, nearly as much as he loves causing mayhem, and you'd be lucky to get him to sit still for ten minutes. He doesn't care if others are around, if anything he'll gloat that you're giving him attention instead, just don't be too affectionate or he might become more unpredictable than usual.

Maul seems like he could care less if you touch him or not and he'll often let you do whatever, so long as you don't approach him from the right side (his blind spot) first. Truthfully, he really likes your attention but as he's a dragon of few words, so you'll have to figure it out through body language.

Reven is in-between. He mostly keeps to himself so you'll have to go out of your way to give him attention. He definitely ignored you at first, hoping you'll get bored and leave, but when you don't, he realizes that he actually really likes the attention.

All dragons have the compulsion to create and protect hordes and these boys are no exception.

Naturally, Donovan has the largest horde although his is mostly books and gold. He's very particular about where everything goes and will get upset if anyone moves or destroys anything.

Dirk mostly collects sharp things, particularly if they're shiny. Although, this isn't limited to weapons as evident by all the cutlery littering his den.

Before being cursed, Maul already had a bit of a problem with the thought of food scarcity and he actively preserved any food he could. Now, his instincts have been magnified and he regularly goes out of his way to hunt and steal any food he can find.

Reven wasn't much of a hoarder before, unless you count him keeping track of all the murders he perpetuated. Now, he likes to collect soft things like scarves, blankets, flags, etc. It would actually be kind of sweet if these weren't collected from the victims of raids he regularly goes on.

You'd think that being a super powerful dragon is all that, right?

Well that's what Donovan thinks anyways, although sometimes he does find himself missing his tendrils or wishing he could read a book without accidentally tearing the pages.

Dirk loves his new form, however he can't exactly pull any partners with how large he is now.

Maul has possibly the hardest time adapting out of all of the boys since he's even more clumsy than before.

Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, Reven could care less, especially since he can kill things easier in this form.

They actually really like when you tag along for adventures, although don't get any ideas of becoming a dragon rider anytime soon.

Donovan will smack you over the head with his wing if you ever bring up the idea of saddling him.

Dirk may not mind too much as he's hard to keep up with even on the ground, but don't let the others know.

Maul welcomes the idea since you can watch out for threats and he knows exactly where you are at any given time.

Reven doesn't like the idea either but he'll give in after he realizes that it isn't very safe to ride him without a saddle.

Each of them have their own way of fighting although some of their techniques have been simplified now that they're massive creatures.

Donovan prefers to use his tails to send foes flying in close combat but otherwise uses his breath weapon or magic.

Dirk almost exclusively uses a special blade he fitted to the tip of his tail, although his bite packs a mean poison too.

Maul prefers the simple approach of throwing his weight around and he makes good use of his claws, teeth, horns, and even wings.

Reven actually switches up his fighting style, opting to use his breath weapon and magic rather than getting up close to enemies.

As dragons, they enjoy being worshipped or admired to some degree.

Donovan already desired to rule over the whole world and this desire was only heightened. He demands respect from everyone - be they human, monster, or beast alike.

Dirk revels in the idea of being revered. Unfortunately, he wouldn't be a good ruler at all as he has no experience and his ego would be his own downfall.

Maul can't deny that it's appealing when people admire and respect him. Although, the poor guy doesn't want to actually rule over anyone and his trauma would likely hinder his ability to do so.

Reven definitely gets a power trip whenever people fall on their face and beg him for mercy. He also has no interest in ruling as he'd sooner slaughter anyone stupid enough to stick around when he's raiding a village.

They each have scars; some that carried over from their old forms and some new ones.

Donovan has poc marks on his wings as the corruption didn't mesh well with his dragon form at first and his right eye is still covered by said corruption.

Dirk mostly has new scars from weapon strikes, thanks to him preferring to get up and close in a fight, but his warped soul is still the same.

Maul actually had his scars carry over, as evidenced by his right horn being broken and being blind in the same eye.

Reven hasn't sustained any obvious new scars but you wouldn't really be able to tell if he even has any in the first place since he tries to conceal them with his hood and wings.

[xiaolin-show-hoe]

"Love Bug" Prompt 1

Jack shuddered as a cold, scaly nose chuffed air into the side of his neck. He let out a little overwhelmed peep, and the other giggled actually in fondness over it. Clawed hands pulling the red-haired man ever closer into the cool chest of one evil overlord and Prince of Darkness, Chase Young.

How on earth did he get into this situation you may ask…well the story isn't very long.

Basically, there was a Wu called the Love Bug. This wu had the ability to attack its enemies by making them attracted to the user, which in turn often made them turn soft and mushy. With all the Xiaolin hugs and clinginess. 

This wu, however, had a mind of its own and kinda liked to bite people since it activated and…it bit, Chase Young of all people. He was literally one of the hardest people to bite, especially with the armor and sensitive hearing, but a moment of distraction was enough.

Yada Yada, basically Jack was now in the Citadel with Chase Young huffing and puffing around his ear like an overly affectionate cat….with one key difference.

"Pretty," Chase breathed out reverently into his ear, and Jack felt his heart flutter ravenous in his chest as more praise dropped from the Dragon's lips. Gentle teeth ever so gently marring his pale skin. 

Jack knew the Wu effect would be over soon, but he hated how much he liked all this. The feeling of his crush and idol curling around him and saying sweet things that the man would never say to him. 

He never imagined something like this being possible. He tried to calm himself, but when Chase kept nuzzling into him, even in his dragon form, the red head could barely contain his physical reactions.

Clawed hands moved to his hair, digging into the scalp pleasantly. Jack stiffened in fear, but instantly relaxed when the hand started massaging his scalp. In fact, Jack melted. 

This was everything he ever wanted. Someone to just pat his head or touch him lovingly.

The person doing it being Chase Young, though, was the mind-blowing cherry on top. The creme de la creme, the perfect scenario.

Chase scratched right where he really wanted, and Jack couldn't stop his breath from festering out. When Chase moved away, Jack unconsciously moved his head back to follow the hand, and a small little laugh greeted his movement as the clawed hand dug back in the spot.

Jack let out a little noise of enjoyment. It felt nice, probably the best moment in his life. "So greedy," Chase mocked, but it was clearly flirty.

The free Claw hand however skirted around his hip and Jack jumped a bit. A gloved hand grabbed a reptilian one as Jack stuttered, "Y-you don't want to do that." The words were nervous and panicked but he knew he would be dead meat if he didn't stop the situation from getting heavier than it was.

The Love Bug bite couldn't be permanent. He couldn't enjoy this forever.

"How could I not when you are teasing me like this?"

Jack could have raised his eyebrows to the ceiling.

"What do you mean teasing? I am literally stuck, how can I-AH!" His girlish scream rang out as Chase tail unwrapped from his waist and now wrapped along his upper thigh. The sensitive skin making him twitch every time Chase's scaled tail moved along it. His jeans were his only line of defense, but they were so tight that he could feel the texture of the scales anyway.

His stomach was tickling in that stupid teenage horny way that had him wishing he was older. 

"That right there, I can feel your blood pumping and you smelling like sweat. It's like the sweetest poison." The words curled around Jack like an earworm, just reverberating till he was stuck thinking about that sentence.

It had his heart flipping and sinking when he knew he would never hear this again. Especially not if Chase got ahold of him after this Wu wore off. He might tear Jack limb from limb to save face.

The redhead used that fear to push away Chase's huffing nostrils from his neck. It was a hard task met with struggle that Jack would never win.

"It's not my fault you are sensitive in your lizard brain. Just turn human or something," Jack yelped as the tail around his leg released. The immortal man huffed in a way that was definitely a smirk.

THIS IS 'PROMPT 1' called 'Love Bug'.

This story is about an incident with the Love Bug wu between Jack and Chase that end up never discussed until years later Chase receives Jack's invitation to his wedding and now Chase has to confront how he felt that day during the incident...and possibly crash a wedding.

[dazzling-raven]

This got way out of hand. 'Oh, I should write a little drabble to go along with the drawing I'm working on! Ittl be fun!' 6,000 words later and here we are. It was fun, I don't have regrets, but oh my gosh. Massive thank you to Inky Clawz on wofa for being my beta reader/editor. If anyone actually reads through the whole thing thank you for reading about my little guys ^^

It all started with a letter. A single letter. It was a pale yellow in color. Small, and unassuming. It didn’t even have a wax seal. “It’s from your mother. She understands if you don’t open it, but in my opinion it would be best if you did.” The messenger had said, then backed away. At first Chip had been confused as to how she had even found his address, but then he remembered that he and his husband ran what could probably be considered two of the most popular shops in the SkyWing kingdom. Dragons came from all over to try Chip’s wonderfully unique pastries or get cleverly crafted tattoos done by his husband’s talons. Some just came to look at them and talk. It wasn’t every day you saw a SeaWing in the Sky Kingdom, much less an ivory white and orange one. His husband was no different- he was an ‘illusive’ NightWing, and a good looking one at that. If they weren’t head turners already, jaws would drop to the ground once dragons caught sight of their wedding bands. Word of mouth travels faster than any advertisement could, after all. 

Chip found himself avoiding the letter for days- he had even considered tearing the letter into little shreds on more than one occasion. However, his husband, Voyant, had noticed that Chip had been acting off as of late. Because of course he did. He had known ever since meeting him that fateful day that NightWing powers were all a lie, but he might as well have been a mind reader with how quickly he was able to catch on to Chip’s emotions. After tucking their adorable little dragonet into bed (and reading ‘The Ten Little Scavengers’ to him for the tenth time) he had trotted into the living room where a fire was already waiting for him. His heart melted at the sight of his husband, who had been curled upon their rug. He had been sketching out a new design, his black, forked tongue poked out between his fangs in concentration. 

His black scales gleamed in the firelight, and if you angled your head just right you could see a faint purple shine dance across them. His pearl white underbelly rose and fell with each breath, and the dual crescent shaped silver scales behind his eyes glimmered softly. “See something you like?” His husband asked with a coy smile, stretching out slightly and resting the pencil on the floor. 

“Just admiring a work of art.” Chip replied smoothly, walking over to him with a grin. He bent down and gently bonked his husband’s head with his own, then curled into his side. Voyant’s tail immediately intertwined with his, and Chip felt his husband drape his wing over his smaller form. The two sat there for a while, and for a moment Chip let himself go. He felt so comfortable and safe in his husband’s embrace, and he never wanted this moment to end. He listened to his husband talk about his day, but he felt his gaze wandering back to the piece of paper sitting on their countertop. Still unopened. 

“Is it about the letter?” Voyant asked abruptly, having followed Chip’s stare. The SeaWing immediately felt like trash for not giving his husband his full attention, but he nodded. 

“Yeah. M’sorry about not saying anything sooner, but…” he hesitated, his claws fiddling with the red bandanna still tied around his husband’s neck. 

“It’s been hard? Scary, even? Not knowing what’s inside?” Bingo. Voyant always knew how to word things better than he ever could have. The SeaWing nodded, almost wishing he could curl up into a ball and disappear. He didn’t though, instead focusing on his husband’s slow, even breaths as he steadied his nerves. 

“I know, it’s silly. We fought in countless battles, rescued Solaris from the talons of Scarlet herself, and I got my legs *burnt by lava* and I can’t even handle a few words written on a scroll.” Chip growled, clenching his talons in anger. 

“I don’t think so. We both know what she did and how she treated you. Sometimes words can hurt more than the sharpest of swords or the hottest fires. It’s ultimately your choice, but running away from the ink on that paper and not knowing what she wrote could eat away at you later down the line.” The NightWing said, taking Chip’s talons in his own and rubbed them to get them to relax. 

Chip felt the rage seep away from his scales as he took in Voyant’s words. Then he smiled. “Wow, I never knew you were a wordsmith. Hey, which ghost in the room possessed my husband this time? I'd like him back, please! We’re trying to have a serious and emotional conversation here!” Chip said, grinning as his husband’s face went from serious, to confused, and finally mock offense as the SeaWing looked around the room, smiling like an idiot. 

“Well Ex-CUSE me, your majesty. If you don’t want my help I'll just pack my things and take our son for a nice vacation. I think the SandWing kingdom is looking for some new visitors. I’ve heard that they fancy poetry that you simply don’t appreciate.” The NightWing said in a faux snobby voice, standing up in a semi graceful movement and walking a few paces away.

“Wait, I- pfft- I’m sorry-” Chip said, his quick apology interrupted by gasps of laughter as he stumbled to his feet like a drunken idiot. 

“Nope! You’ve officially missed your chance, Mr. Seastar. Come back next year when the almighty and powerful Voyant is back in town. Then, and only then, you may even THINK kissing his talons and winning back his heart.” The NightWing said, smiling as he lifted a paw into the air and pretended to admire the imaginary jewelry on his claws. 

“Mr. Voyant, please! Just one more chance? I promise I’ll make it up to you!” Chip pleaded with a grin, finally steadying himself as he giggled to himself. 

Voyant paused as if considering Chip’s plea, then nodded. “All right, SeaWing. What’s in it for me?” 

“This,” Chip said, closing the gap between them. He held a talon to Voyant’s face, and guided him in for a kiss. It was clunky and awkward with how the both of them were giggling, but that’s what made it special. “That work for you, Voyant the great and powerful?” He smirked, relishing in his husband’s surprise. 

Voyant snorted and rolled his eyes, but nodded all the same. “Fine, I could get used to this.” He said definitively. “Consider yourself forgiven,” Chip grinned, giving him a quick kiss as a little bonus for putting up with his tomfoolery. 

The two of them quieted their giggles and sobered up after a bit, sitting right there on their polished wooden floor. They lingered in the comfortable silence for a while, before Chip decided to break it. “I’m going to read it. Do you think you could… stay with me?” He asked, looking at his husband with hope.  

“Of course. Let’s go back to the rug.” The NightWing said, standing up and trotting over to their previous spot. Chip nodded, grabbing the letter and following after him. He easily snuggled into his husband’s side, resuming the position they had been in previously. Chip paused as he looked at the scroll in his talons, but unraveled it as his husband gently nudged him with his head. 

“My dearest dragonet

Dear Seastar, 

I apologize that this letter has only been spurred on by recent events. As your mother, I should have done more to try and reach out to you sooner to rekindle our decaying relationship. I would also like to take this moment to apologize for everything I have ever done to wrong you. As a parent, It should have been my duty to protect and guide you through life. Instead, you ended up taking care of me. I snapped, and you were banished with me by my own fault. It wasn’t right. I have no idea where you are in life. Are you happy? Are you sad? Are you married? Do I have grandchildren? I may never know the answers to those questions, and you have all the rights to keep that knowledge from me. However, as stated above, I am writing to you now to inform you that I don’t have very much time left on this continent. I am fading due to an injury I received near the end of the war. I hadn’t realized how bad it was until it was too late, and I’ve been using my final months to reflect on past events. Funny, how dying makes you think. I would like to talk and apologize to you in person. I’m aware that apologizing to you via scroll isn’t the best way to handle things, but I doubt you’re ready to see my face and I don’t think I could make the journey anyways. If you are willing to visit, I am staying at The Hearthstone Haven in the SandWing Kingdom. It’s in a quaint little village near the coast. I understand if you’d rather stay as far away as possible, however. It is entirely your choice. 

Wishing you all the best in your future years, your mother”

The two of them sat in silence for a moment, digesting what they had just read. Chip hadn’t realized he had been shaking or crying until his talons began to crease the page and his tears dropped onto the paper. Voyant’s eyes widened in surprise and he gently took the note from him. “She makes me so *angry*, Voyant. And the worst part is that I know she’s being completely genuine.” He growled, snuggling further into Voyant’s side and hiding his face in the crook of his husband’s shoulder. He hated when Voyant saw him cry, but he didn’t know what to feel. He was angry. Sad. Regretful. Hopeful. Did he want to even see her again? Yes! …No. It was complicated. Chip was thankful that Voyant let him hide away until he was ready to look at him again. When he was, he took a shuddering breath and gave his husband a gentle nudge. “Can we leave this for another day? It’s late and we both need rest.” 

His husband’s eyes widened a bit, clearly expecting him to say something else, but agreed nonetheless. “Let’s. You look exhausted, and I bet I don’t look much better.” 

Chip snorted, agreeing with that statement. They both stood up and stretched, then walked off to their shared bedroom. Voyant placed the scroll on the simple nightstand that was next to their bed, and they both snuggled up for the third time that night. This time, however, they both managed to drift into dreamland.

-

Chip hummed to himself as he made everyone breakfast. He had purchased salmon for himself and Voyant that morning, and was now cooking it over their fire. It wasn’t very often that he was able to have fish, and he had jumped at the chance when he found a traveling SeaWing merchant that had been selling them. Keeping an eye on Voyant’s fish (he preferred his raw), he trotted back over to their open kitchen. He wandered around their island to get to their water basin, dipping his talons in to wash them. Once he finished, he plodded over to where he had left his son’s breakfast. He picked up the knife from the cutting board and began chopping up grapes, strawberries, cantaloupe, and other various fruits and scraped it into a smooth wooden bowl. Fruit was also fairly uncommon, but he was friends with one of the few SkyWings that sold it in the sky kingdom. He was always willing (and thankfully able) to pay a little extra to give his son the food he preferred, though he usually got his at a cheeky little discount.  

“Daddy!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. His son bounded over to him, his scales a bright, vibrant gold mixed in with his usual forest green. “OOh, what’s that? OHMYGOSH, is it FRUIT?!” He asked, spotting the colorful food as he jumped onto Chip’s back. 

“Woah! Hey, Morning to you, too, kid! Careful, I’ve got a knife. Hey, why don’t you go wake up your Pappa for me? Sneak attack style, like how I taught you.” Chip said, laughing as he put the knife back onto the cutting board. “Once you’ve done that, I’ve got a special question for you. Ok?” He asked, grinning as he tried to turn around and look at his kid. 

“Ooo, Ok! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” the little RainWing nodded, orange and purple now bursting through his scales like fireworks. He began to breathe calmly, the color sliding from his scales like water as he faded seamlessly into the background. His feet were even the colors of Chip’s scales. “Like this?” He whispered, and Chip grinned and nodded. Gold burst through random patches of air before they disappeared again, and Chip felt a weight lift from his back. The only thing that gave him away was the quiet sounds of giggling. Chip felt a strong sense of pride and adoration as he looked at where he thought his son was, then remembered the now quite done salmon on the fire and quickly rushed to get it on a plate. It wasn’t burnt, but it was definitely quite smokey. Chip sighed in relief, walking over to the low mahogany table and set Voyant’s plate down. He’d forgive him for what was about to happen after he saw what was for breakfast.  

“BOO!” 

“YEOWCH! Ok, message received! I’m up, I’m up! No claws, you little monster. Hey! Ohh, I’m gonna get you for that one!” Chip heard Voyant shout, quickly followed by a streak of gold-yellow as the little RainWing shot out of their bedroom. “You’ve awakened the big, bad Darkstalker! He’s come for you and your soul! He’s going to put you in a stew and gobble you up! ROARGH!” Voyant shouted, grinning as he stampeded over to their son. 

“NO! Go ‘way! Can’t catch me!” Their son yelled gleefully, flapping his little wings to gain momentum as he leapt onto the countertop. 

“Watermelon, no countertops!” Chip chided, smiling as he watched his free morning entertainment.

“No! I have the high ground!” His son retorted, balancing on his hind legs to make himself look taller. “Go back to the darkness from where you came, you evil beast!” he commanded, stumbling slightly as he pointed at his husband with a small, light gray claw. 

“Never! Simple words do not work on the Darkstalker, little boy! Only a true hero can defeat him! ROAR!” Voyant shouted again, grabbing his son by the underarms and bringing him close with a quick movement. “Prepare to be stew!” 

“No! Pappa- Staph-” Watermelon said, shrieking with laughter as he tried to push Voyant’s head away from him to no avail. Voyant made an ‘om nom nom’ kind of noise as he pretended to feast on their son, his shoulders shaking with barely concealed laughter. 

“Ok, you two. Before The Darkstalker gets full on little RainWing, does he perhaps want to see what’s actually for breakfast?” Chip asked, gesturing to the table with his wing.

“Perhaps he does. Alright, little child. Consider yourself spared and the victory yours. I’ve tortured you enough.” Voyant said, laughing as he settled their son down. 

“HA! That’s right! Now go back and give me back my Papa!” Their son ordered, spreading his red wings and puffing out his light gray underbelly with pride. Voyant, a good natured father, rolled his eyes. He followed his son's demands and retreated to his bedroom once more. As he did, Chip snuck around their son’s small frame and grabbed their breakfasts. His husband stayed in their room just long enough for him to be able to set them on the table. “What happened?” He asked, faking being delirious as he looked around the room.

“Pappa! You were possessed by the Darkstalker! You were going to turn me into stew, but me an’ Daddy saved you before you could eat me!” Watermelon cried, running over to the NightWing and doing his best to hug his forearm. 

“Did you now? Well, aren’t you a brave little hero?” He asked, rubbing his son’s back before looking over to Chip with a fond smile.

“Yeah! The bestest ever! I’m gonna save the world one day!” The RainWing proclaimed, grinning proudly. 

“Well, heroes can’t survive on moxie and pride alone, can they? They need nutrition to get themselves through battles. Like Ironheart, remember? He would want you to let go of your Papa’s leg and get big and strong.” Chip said, chuckling as his son’s eyes sparkled at the mention of his favorite NightWing hero. 

“Ohmygosh, yeah! Fruit for breakfast!” His son cheered, releasing Voyant’s leg and scrambling over to the table. He was just barely tall enough to peek his head over the wooden surface, so Voyant went and retrieved the dragonet’s stool for him to sit on. He hopped onto the stool with glee, then dragged the bowl close to him. As the two adults sat down at the head and tail of the table, Watermelon began to do his best to organize the fruit in the bowl before eating it. Chip smiled at this, thankful that his son remembered not to put the sticky fruit on the wood this time. He shouldn’t have been playing with his food at all, but at least this was an improvement. 

He looked at Voyant, who just smiled and rolled his eyes before eating his salmon. Chip, though previously excited for this meal, could only poke and pick at it as his thoughts began to wander back to the letter. Noticing this, Chip’s husband looked concerned and tilted his head. “Letter.” Chip mouthed to him, and Voyant nodded in understanding. Chip hesitated before nodding to his son, who was happily sticking the blueberries onto his claws and eating them off one by one. Voyant gave him an uncertain look, but shrugged as if to say ‘up to you.’ Chip sat for a few moments, eyeing his son as he began to pretend his fruit was a bunch of tiny scavengers that he was going to eat and destroy. “Watermelon” he said, his son’s head snapping towards him with wide eyes. “Do you remember the special question that I wanted to ask you?” 

The dragonet relaxed immediately before an orange purple mix burst through his scales again. “Yeah! I do!” He exclaimed, nodding vigorously. 

“If you had a family member that you had never heard of or seen before, would you still want to meet them? Even if they have no knowledge of you, either?” Chip asked, getting straight to the point. He knew that Watermelon was young, but he was a perceptive little dragonet. He would always surprise Chip and his husband with thoughtful answers or observations when they thought he wasn’t even paying attention. 

Watermelon looked thoughtful, humming briefly and forgetting the fruit on the table. “I think so. I could get to know them and we could be best friends!” He chirped happily, then went quiet. “Is this about Nanna?” He asked, blue and a darkish purple overtaking most of his scales. “I heard you talking about her last night.” He clarified when he and Voyant shared surprised glances. 

“Yes, this is about Nanna. It’s ok that you heard us, I’m sorry if we woke you. Would you still like to see her? You can say no if you really don’t want to.” Chip said after a brief hesitation. 

“I wanna meet her. Even if it won’t be for very long, I still want her to know me.” His dragonet said quietly, suddenly finding the table to be very interesting. 

“All right. We’ll figure something out. Why don’t you finish your breakfast? Then we can go play with Tor once you’re done.” Chip said, smiling as gold overtook the unhappy colors on his son’s scales. 

“YAY! Ok!” His son agreed heartily, gobbling up the remainder of the fruit before dashing into his room. 

“Are you sure about this?” Voyant asked simply, finishing his breakfast. 

“Yes. Even if I don’t really want to see her myself, I want to show her you two and what a family should actually look like. Not whatever the hell my childhood was.” Chip said, finishing his own breakfast. Even if he wasn’t hungry anymore, it was still good food that he didn’t want to waste. 

Voyant sighed, but relented. “Ok. I’ll be with you every step of the way”

- 

The odd little family stood at the entrance of The Hearthstone Haven. It had taken them a while to get here, with Chip leaving his bakery in the trustworthy talons of one of his squadmates and Voyant’s head manager taking over his shop. They didn’t really know how long they were going to stay - weeks? A day? An hour? So they had taken preparations to make sure everything was taken care of back home. Chip had written to his mother to let her know that they indeed were coming to visit, but not for how long. It was a terse letter, but it had gotten his point across. “All right. Let’s do this.” Chip said, using the pushing open the large twin doors. 

The three of them walked the short distance to the receptionist’s desk, coming face to face with a bored looking SandWing.“Hi, we’re here to see Acropora?” Chip said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

The SandWing’s eyes narrowed as he took the group in, his black, soulless eyes staring each of them down. Chip could feel Voyant step closer to him, and his son stayed firmly behind him. “Seastar?” The SandWing eventually asked, his voice sounding slow and nasally as he worded out each syllable of his name.

“Yes, that’s me.” Chip said, nodding.

“The others?” The SandWing asked, his gaze flickering to the two unannounced dragons. 

“My son, Watermelon, and my husband, Voyant.” Chip said, giving the dragon the most winning smile he could. 

The older dragon only sighed, rolling his eyes. “Down the hall and to the left. Her room will have a nameplate. If you need anything from me, no you don’t.” The SandWing stated firmly, promptly going back to his work. 

‘Squid brain’ Chip thought, frowning at the dragon before realizing what he was doing. “Yes, thank you!” he said, switching to his much more polite customer service voice before ushering his family in the direction the receptionist had vaguely given them.  

“If I ever get like that, please force me into a home and don’t look back. Ever.” Voyant said once they were out of earshot, and Chip let out a surprised laugh. 

“Voyant!” He scolded, smacking him over the head with his wing.

“Yeah, Pappa! Stop being mean!” Their son chimed in, his previously light green scales fading back to forest green and the occasional random bursts of gold. 

“Me? He looked like he was going to stab us with his eyes! And you think I’m being mean?” Voyant squawked, groaning as his son just laughed at him. “All right, fine. You win! You always win.” The Nightwing said, smiling as he scooped his giggling son up and put him on his back. Chip and his son shared twin grins before he noticed his mother’s nameplate on one of the doors. His smile faded as he took in the sight of the simple oak. It wasn’t anything impressive, but he still felt intimidated by it. He hadn’t thought of what he was going to say until now. Would they cry? Would she sweep him into her wings and never let go? Or would he snap at her, ask her why she betrayed the trust of him? Their Ex-Queen? If it weren’t for him, she would have gotten herself and the two guards just trying to do their jobs killed that night. “Do you need us to go in with you?” his husband asked, standing beside him and brushing his wing with Chip’s own. 

Chip jumped a little, having forgotten that they were there, but shook his head. “Knowing you two are out here is enough for me.” He said, smiling as he leaned his head against Voyant’s before taking a deep breath. “Wish me luck?” He asked, claw on the doorknob. 

“Good luck Daddy!” His son chimed, scrambling off his husband’s back to give Chip a hug. Chip hugged him back, and Voyant joined them. 

After a beat or two, Chip backed out of the hug to take another breath. “Stay out here with your Papa, ok? I’ll let you know if you can come in.” His son nodded, stepping back as Chip finally opened the door. He had to blink to get his eyes to adjust to the light of the room, but when he did one of the first things he saw was his mother. She had her back turned to him, so he hadn’t been noticed yet. The room she was staying in was small, but three medium sized dragons could move about comfortably if they kept their wings and tails to themselves. The room was mostly bare aside from the black carpeted floor and the white walls. His mother was standing at a desk facing the window, reading something on a scroll. Some plants hung on the walls in an attempt to bring some energy to the place, and it did help a little. They were bright and vibrant with life. “Mother?” Chip called, stepping through and closing the door behind him. 

His mother jumped in surprise, nearly knocking the scroll off of her desk as she turned around. “By all the whales, does no one know how to knock in this moons-blasted building? Who the- ah.” She said, cutting herself off once she realized who it was. The two of them stood quietly for a moment, neither really sure what to say. For the most part, his mother looked the same as the day he had left her. Same light blue scales. Her underbelly was still the same color of finely ground, pure sand. Her wings were still a quiet shade of gray-blue. Her aquatic markings were slightly darker than the rest of her scales, and her horns were still the color of a cloudy day. The only noticeably different things about her were the blue glasses that rested on her snout, curling elegantly around her horns, and the bandages that were wrapped around her chest, protecting her heart. It wasn’t much, but still something to keep things from getting any worse. “I’m surprised you actually showed up. I know you wrote back, but still. It’s… nice to see you in person.” She said, moving closer before stopping herself. Chip said nothing. 

“You’re right. I should not have done what I did, nor said what I spoke. I am owed nothing from you. I was not in the best of places that day, though that is not an excuse. Then you stepped in and threw everything away for me. I should have died in that throne room, but you defended me. You could have just stood by and let it happen, but you didn’t. Ever since he left us, it was a downward spiral for me. I miss him every day, and he makes me angry for your sake. Then we were in the desert. You were handling everything better than most would have, despite everything. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was all just too much, and I wrongly lashed out at you. For that, Seastar, I am truly sorry.” His mother said, sitting down. Her tail curled around her talons, and they were both quiet as Chip processed what his mother had said. 

“It’s Chip.” He finally said, stepping away from the door and closer to her. 

“What?” She asked, looking incredibly confused.

“What I prefer to be called. I haven’t used the name Seastar since getting put into my squad.” He informed her, smiling a little. He moved to sit down next to her. 

“Oh. Ok, Chip.” She nodded, accepting the change as it came. 

“I don’t forgive you. At least, not yet. You made everything incredibly difficult. I never wanted to fight for Burn. I wanted to fight for Coral and my tribe. But I do have to thank you. I realize that if everything was perfect, I would have never achieved all my accomplishments. I would have never met my husband, or adopted my dragonet. I’m only here because they wanted to know you. If not for them, I would have torn that letter to shreds without opening it. It will take time, but maybe, just maybe, we can at least make things work.” Chip said, watching his mother’s expression change from understanding to surprise and joy as she processed what she had just heard. 

“Husband? Dragonet? Sea- Chip, when did this happen?” She asked, excitedly grabbing his talons before she realized what she was doing. 

Chip grunted in surprise as all of his weight was suddenly shifted onto his bad legs, but he quickly masked the strained expression he had made with a laugh and a smile. His mother quickly apologized to him, setting his talons down again. “A while ago. Would you like to meet them? I think it would be best if they heard everything from you and if we shared our story together.”

“That would be wonderful.” His mother said, her dark blue eyes bright with excitement. 

Chip stood up with a smile, then walked over to the door to let his family in. “Ok, It’s go time.” He said, and Voyant walked in, their son close behind him. “This is Voyant, and this kiddo here is Watermelon.” He said, introducing both dragons in turn. 

“A NightWing! And a good looking one at that. How did you manage to snatch this one up?” His mother asked, a teasing grin on her snout. 

“His charm.” Voyant answered simply, sitting down next to him. 

“Um. Hi Nanna! I’m Watermelon!” His son introduced himself again, his scales a combination of light green and gold as he bounded up to her. 

“Watermelon! Hey, kiddo! You’re so big! How old are you?” His mother asked excitedly, easily matching his enthusiasm. 

“I’m two an’ a half!” He squeaked, grinning proudly.

“Wow, that’s amazing! I know where you got your good looks from, too.” Chip’s mother said, gleefully watching her grandson’s scales quickly turn to a light violet. 

“Oh! Nanna, look what I can do! It’s really cool!” he said enthusiastically, then concentrated as he studied Chip’s mother for a brief moment. Suddenly, light blue scales washed over their son like a waterfall, and a miniature version of Chip’s mother was standing before them. He was an exact copy of her. 

“That’s incredible! A little freaky, but incredible.” Chip’s mother said, sending a stunned glance to Chip and his husband. Both parents just looked proudly at their son.

After a few minutes of watching the two of them interact, Chip finally decided to clear his throat to get their attention. “All right, we can pick this up at a later time. Why don’t I get us something to eat and we’ll talk over dinner?” He asked,and his mother nodded. 

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” His mother said, nodding. ��I know the cutest little places to eat, but I was thinking that I could treat the three of you. You came all this way, after all. Is that all right?” She asked, tilting her head. 

Chip perked up in surprise, and after sharing a glance with his husband, nodded. “All right, show us the way”

-

The four of them talked throughout dinner. Then some more. Then they got kicked out by the grouchy restaurant owner who just wanted to close up for the night and head home. Chip and Voyant talked, and both of them decided it would be good for them and his mother to stay and help take care of her. There were high days, and there were low days. But Chip could tell that his mother really was trying, and he genuinely appreciated it. In turn, Chip tried as well. While it would never be the same as it was before, it was something new. Maybe that was for the better.

He could tell, however, that she didn’t have much left in her. They all could, even Watermelon. That’s why they made every day an adventure. Something fun. Even when it rained and no one wanted to go out, there they were. A family of oddballs dancing in the rain and splashing in puddles. Then they would all go back and dry off, curl up together, and read a cozy book. 

“Chip,” His mother said one day, when it was just him and her. When he looked at her, she continued. “I want to thank you. You’ve made the past few months amazing for me. Some part of me was afraid that I would have no one in the end, but here you are. You’ve given me the chance to have a family again. I thought I had lost that forever when we were separated by Burn. I am eternally thankful that you decided to give me a second chance and not give up on me.” 

“I definitely had to sit on your letter for a while. But Voyant and Watermelon convinced me to see you, so you should really be thanking them. But I am glad to be here, and I can tell everyone else is, too. What’s this about?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“The drawer. Open it, and you’ll find your answer.” Chip did as he was told, and his heat sank. But then he kind of chuckled to himself as he continued. 

“I see. Are you sure you want to be set on fire though?” Chip asked with a grin, and his mother nodded. 

“Going out in a blaze of glory. I think the dragons of old had some pretty neat traditions, and that’s how I want to be remembered. Forget being buried, this is way cooler.” Chip’s mother said, matching her son’s smile. 

“Ok, I’ll see what I can do.” 

-

Chip sat on the beach, tears dripping down his snout. His mother had passed away hours prior, and his heart was tearing itself to shreds. He had forgiven her a long time ago, but he had only told her on her deathbed. He watched the ‘boat’ sail away, Voyant’s flames blazing brightly. His mother had wanted a warrior’s burial. She had read in old scrolls that there was once a tradition amongst one of the tribes to send their dragons out to sea and a family member would light the boat on fire. Their soul would rise with the flames, and their body would reunite with the ocean. Obviously Chip was unable to do so, but Voyant had complied at his mother’s request. 

Even though he had known this would happen, it still hurt. Perhaps it would have hurt less if he hadn’t showed up at all, instead choosing to stay home and continue running his business like there was nothing wrong. But Voyant would have been right. The letter would have eaten him up from the inside if he hadn’t even touched it. His son would have never gotten to meet his Nanna. Even though he hated seeing the blue on his son’s scales, he could still see patches of gold in them. He was upset, but enamored by the sight in front of them and comforted by the memories they had made. Voyant was sitting beside him, watching the flames eat away at the odd structure. 

Ultimately, Chip was glad he had opened the letter. 

[katyspersonal]

🤍💔 for dark souls, 💙 for bloodborne

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

I suppose that Gwyn is an obvious answer, but it is not like I got to talk about him all that often, so why not!

Fandom really seems to be too mean to him! Like, I see memes like "complex and confused tragic villain Marika vs Gwyn who just likes genocide" kinda memes and start to wonder why I've never tried smoking cigs in my entire life... -_- Oh, what's up? You think I am making up a guy to be mad at, huh? You think I defend "boring white fictional man #378447 🥺" from imaginary blows HUH? Well, then what is THIS?

Hgggghghh ok ok ok sorry. My point is, Dark Souls trilogy didn't hammer down the point about there truly being genuinely horrifying things within humanity and the trap of wanting to restrain its potential for evil only to become evil of equal force in doing so only for people to write him down as just some bad guy reveling in oppression and desperately clinging to his "privileges"!! Sulyvahn is literally right there lol

There is a tragedy in character who wished to build the better world, even if by conquest through snatching it all away from the dragons! And there is a tragedy in how there is no good solution. Keeping humans on the leash is bad, not keeping them on the leash is bad, us existing is bad, us not existing is also bad because who the fuck anyone is to tell Manus that he can't have children because his darkness will get passed on? And in the end, are Gods that much different from humans anyway? There is an inherent evil in having free will and consciousness, yet nothing living could help crawling out from eternal dark and stasis.

On a smaller scale, I am not a fan of blaming Gwyn entirely for Gwyndolin's problems with self-image! I do get that Gwyn might not known any better than to pick a gender for an intersexual child he had with his slutty dragon madman friend and try to do something so Gwyndolin falls on "one side". I do NOT, however, get a mental image of Gwyn shaming him for unusual body and powers and making him feel inferior.

Moonlight is also a kind of light, but only a kind associated with secrecy and assassination - much like Gwyndolin's Darkmoon Blades behave! A guardian of the sunlight, preserving its magnificence when it rests, much like how moonlight is created by reflecting sunlight! I think Gwyndolin is "jealous moon" if anything, wishing himself he could be as radiant and not understanding his importance. You know who IS the type to understand the worth of all things that help the Light? Gwyn! And for sure Gwyn would not encourage Gwyndolin to shamefully hide his body with its draconian features (snakes), when Seath is pretty much known and celebrated! I am just saying that there is potential of Gwyndolin putting some of this on himself that speaks more of both characters than using Gwyn as an average transphobic boomer stand-in!

But okay, okay, okay, it is all subjective and borderline just a preference of interpretation. Here is an objective one though; Gwyn could not kick out Nameless King from the deities because he was already dead when that happened!

I don't know, man... I just think that placing some things you blame Gwyn for on Sulyvahn or Lloyd instead reading a more complicated character whose plan to make a better world was doomed from the start is more fun at least!

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Alright.. this question is straight up impossible for me to answer, sorry gfhgh I've been thinking about it for a while, and every single time it is either a character whose absence would make the story fall apart or turns out to be not actually major!

I think if you suggest me like a list of a few characters and demand I remove one, I maybe could choose! But, not like this...... I don't do "I don't really care for this character", stuff which makes it even harder to do.

💙: Which character is not as hot as everyone else seems to think?

It is very hard to answer too because it is pure, absolute subjectivity! I really can't be a fair judge for whether someone is hot or not, and in fact, NO one can be! For any character I personally don't simp for, I can still see WHY people simp for them!

So, yeah, subjective answer: Gascoigne seems to be a popular character to find very hot, but I don't feel this way! Yes, he is big and strong and feral, but also probably was a very lovely person before going blood-drunk, and formerly a religious figure too, but this is not enough to captivate me! He is, ironically, too.... normal? He is interesting and had a long, long life full of events that deserved a much better end than This, but not enough to make my knees weak. Heart? Sure. Not knees tho! There is no sick twist about his mind that typically makes me all 👀, only downward spiral of noble sense of duty as he was one of the few remaining Healing Church people to still care about the hunt. He is one of the most normal characters in Bloodborne (by Bloodborne standards XD)! It feels more like a breath of fresh air rather than something to latch onto for me!

Objective answer: All the Plain Doll pr0n is the proof that Gwyn should have exterminated humans instead of just trying to manage their nature.

[silversims]

I've hung a wish on every star, It hasn't done much good so far. I don't know what else to do... Except to try to dream of you, And wonder... if you're dreaming too, Wherever you are. ...wherever you are...

When Celestial took the second chance Lucera gave him, the world kept on spinning without him in it…and with Peridot dead and gone, and having left a family behind. A family born of the same hearts, and to die so far apart can't be how it's meant to be.

Losing Peridot tore the family in a half dozen directions, each of them seeking a way to bring her back. But where her siblings ran headlong into the Dark, Agate sought the Light instead, and pursued a rumor that the spirit of Mt. Komorebi would grant the wish of anyone brave, and strong, enough to make it to his peak. With nowhere else to turn, and running out of ideas, Agate joined an expedition to reach the summit…and found a friend (perhaps more) in the strange Fuyu Moya.

But not all is as it seems, and even well-meant wishes have a cost. Who will be willing to pay for this one?

(What would this path have entailed? Agate joining a grief counseling group therapy type thing, since all her sibs had up and left her behind, and while there hearing talk of a festival to remember the dead in Komorebi. Needing to say goodbye she would attend, and meet the strange, dragon-like Moya there. He would tell her where the festival came from: the King of the Mountain, the King of Dragons, would grant a wish if a person would reach his summit before the festival was over.

Agate pounces on the chance, and together with Moya climbs to the peak all while dealing with her grief and loss to his comforting ear. By the time they reach the summit he knows the whole story....and reveals himself to be the Dragon King. He can't grant her wish--the dead must stay dead, but he can let her say goodbye. In a scene not too unlike Cal and Amber's goodbye, Agate would be able to say goodbye to her sister's spirit (and we'd get the inkling that not all was as it seemed, thank you Celestial--!!) before returning to the physical world.

Though she still carried her grief, Agate would be able to return to the Springs slightly lighter...but not alone, as Moya would accompany her, making a life for themselves beneath the sun. Much like Jade, their first girl would carry Peri's name. Though I would have used different scales for Moya, this was actually the most likely Phase 4 for Gen 6...you know, if I'd actually GOTTEN here on this route, haha.)

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Ochre's heart

Ochre is an unremarkable dragon, he always was and always would be whether he was in some world saving prophecy or not, but he didn't care, he never cared just as long as he had something to eat he would be fine, After all why should he care? Nobody ever cared about him, Nobody ever cared about his well-being? He always felt like he was missing something when he was in the Talons of Peace, he didn't even want to be there, he was only there because the talons of peace didn't know what to do with him. He thought he'd never feel anything other than apathy for the situation he previously found himself in, but after one mission he was sent in order to get him to do something useful he found something he never knew he was looking for, a family. Reunited with his sibs he now feels loved, noticed and appreciated

Ochre was peacefully napping in a burrow, he wasn't in very deep sleep as he could hear various noises from bugs and birds, Ochre didn't mind though he just continued napping in the burrow under covers made out of moss and pillows woven out of reeds filled with cattails, he continued to lay their until he felt someone nudge him. Ochre to preceded slowly open his dreary eyes and turned to see who nudged him, it was another mudwing who was much bigger than him, this mudwing had copper colored scales, a light tan under scales, curled ram like horns and two eye piercing eyes one orange and one Navy blue, this dragon was Ochre's bigwings named Cow and despite his angry glare Ochre wasn't very intimidated.

“It is time to rise…” grunted Cow, Ochre grumbled he could feel shifting near him and turned to see some of his other sibs Fireback and Villiuamite, Villiuamite was the group’s treasurer as his small statue allowed him to crawl into small spaces other bigger mudwings couldn't reach. Fireback was their war strategist. Fireback and Villiiamite both had scars while Villiamite only had some claw marks scratched across his face and parts of his tail and Stomach, poor Fireback was covered in scars, including a snapped off horn and a slashed out eye, supposedly out of all their sibs she had the most because she happen to hatch out with Flame resist scales, the flame resistance scales that he was supposedly supposed to have. As Fireback and Villiuamite crawled out of the makeshift blanket fort, Ochre craned his neck he could smell something cooking in the distance, which enticed him enough to decide it was worth it to leave too. Ochre slowly crawled out of the burrow followed by Villiuamite, Fireback, and Cow. Ochre eventually made it to the main living area where the rest of his sibs were. They were surrounding a dead tree stump with a partially eaten strawberry pie in the middle of the area. The area was dimly lit by bioluminescent Oyster mushrooms clinging to the roots of a tree holding up this part of the burrow. The walls of the burrow were decorated with random random leaves, acorns, drawings, and other not very expensive of things, the most notable being a terrarium filled with different kinds of invertebrates, lying on a wood table, According to Villiuamite, it was Bulrush's bug collection which he got very defensive about other dragons touching, Ochre asked them why'd they kept this stuff, Villiuamite said because it was pretty; Bulrush went on a tangent about bugs. Ochre continued to wander around the burrow noticing a few more holes lining the bottom part of the walls. The holes lead to various other places like, the treasury, a kitchen, alternative sleeping quarters which made Ochre wish he could crawl into but Cow or Cinquefoil would just drag him out, he'd have to wait till sunset before doing that. Cinquefoil was the group’s medic; she had vast knowledge over different herbs, minerals, and other items, though most of her advice boiled down to sit in the mud until you felt better. Ochre could see Cinquefoil staring at him, seeing if he would try to go to the sleep quarters anyways, Ochre decided that it wasn't worth the headache

Ochre's sibs sat on pillows near the tree stump and casually talked about random things. He wandered towards them and sat down next to a free space towards them, he could see Bulrush glancing at his bug collection, besides being a bug collector Bulrush was the group's gatherer as he had a keen eye for finding all kinds of things though he wasn't quite as keen when it came to the specifics of what he gathered which was why Cinquefoil was their medic and not him.

“Do you want some?” one of his sibs asked. This one was named Billabong. He was quite jittery and panicky, Billabong was always full of energy. He was the group’s communicator. he’d often spend time talking with Fireback about battle strategies. Ochre eagerly looked at the pie.

“Sure, I guess” Ochre grumbled

“Ochre… if you wanted some, you could just have some” one of his other sibs replied. This one was Agardite, Agardite had his right horn partially snapped off and didn't really have a role in their sib group so Agarite would often spend time just helping his other sibs with their roles.

“Of course we made this specifically for you” Buttercup responded. Finally there was Buttercup. Buttercup was the cook of the sib group, she would take the stuff that Cinquefoil or Bulrush would grab and cook it up into items that Ochre had never seen before. Buttercup had a calming soothing voice that would always feel a little sad, it was strange… he would watch his sibs play, and fight, and sleep, and just be there they would always be around eachother, Cow and Buttercup would always be a shoulder to cry on, Billabong and Villiuamite would always crack jokes to make you feel better, Fireback and Bulrush would just sit there then give tales about their lives, and Cinquefoil and Agardite despite their strict nature would always have a piece of advice to give it felt strange… he never knew what it was like to really belong to anything, while their was the prophecy no one really cared about him and he didn't care about anyone which was fine or atleast that's what he thought he never really thought about how the other false dragonets had someone to rely on, there was Viper's parents and uncle, Flame's mother, Squid’s father who he always made sure to remind everyone how important he was as the talons of peace leader’s son, and Fatespeaker's… Fatespeaker didn't really have anyone either… but that didn’t matter she had someone now, though Ochre thought about how he had someone now too, Ochre's head ached thinking about it and he groaned. Suddenly he was poked by someone

“Are you okay Ochre?” Buttercup Asked

“I'm fine” Ochre grumbled “Just thinking.”

“About what?” Agardite asked

“Life.” Ochre replied. “it's nothing to worry about “.

“Are you thinking about the Talons again, Ochre?” Cow asked, Ochre didn't respond. “Hmmm” Cow said “Just as I assumed…”

“I know you haven't been with us for a while…but, mayhaps you could tell us more about your time at the talons of peace…”

“There's not much to talk about!” Ochre grumbled “ We just moved around a bunch, sat in a volcano for like two weeks, then I sat with the Talons of Peace since they didn't know what to do with me!”

“Did they camp in the mud kingdom?” Cinquefoil asked

“They did…” Ochre said

“Did you get a chance to explore the mud kingdom?” Cinquefoil continued

“Of course not, most of the members hated how dreary and bog ridden it was, so we tried to stay as far away from it as we could, we didn't even stay there for a month…” Ochre snorted

“Mother never tried to take you? I know mudwings don't do parents but surely she would've wanted you to be able to experience it, As a fellow mudwing? Villiuamite asked

“Nope, she never bothered to take me” Ochre replied “But that's alright, It's not like I cared about her either”

The group paused with various concerned and disappointed expressions

“That's truly unfortunate” Cow hissed

“But at least you Have us now!” Villiaumite chirped, Ochre didn't respond. “Right?” Ochre turned to the sib group, it was strange, to see all these dragons trying to make him feel better, it made him feel weird and he found that he kind of liked the feeling

“Yeah…” Ochre said. Then he smiled

“I guess I do…”

End

[ilikemicrowaves]

LOYAL STARFLIGHT AU

Notes: LOYAL Starflight au is were Starflight decides to help the nightwings take the Rainforest instead of Glory.

Summary: starflight meets his father and finds out why Fatespeaker claims to be the wings of night

Plans

Starflight followed his father to the other side of the lab as he struggled to turn the circular handle to what seemed to be a vault door.

"Our understanding of this biological anomaly is so new that we haven't even put it in any scrolls." He said in a fascinated voice.

Fatespeaker bumped into Starflight since Morrowseer's massive body took up a large amount of room.

"It turns out one tribe of dragon has evolved an unusual defense mechanism." He continued finally opening the door as they filled in.

Inside, the floor was covered in what Starflight first thought was splattered black paint, but recognized it as venom.

"You'll never guess which one!" Mastermind said.

"Rainwings." Starflight answered.

The delight on Masterminds face brightened. "Yes! They shoot venom out if their fangs."

He walked over to the middle of the room, spreading one wing to gesture at the venom marks.

"One of our first questions, naturally, was how far can they shoot? What's a safe distance to attack them from?" He put on a show by making dramatic hand movements, something Clay would laugh at Starflight for doing the same.

We truly are alike, not just interests.

Helmet in hand, Mastermind circled the black trail marking as Starflight and Fatespeaker followed.

"This is as far I've ever seen a dragon shoot. An older male, suggesting the skill gets stronger as they age." Mastermind theorized.

"Actually, they have training sections. Though the teachers in the Rainforest aren't the best as of what I've seen." Correct Starflight.

"Interesting, I'll have to write that down. Very observant, son. Oh I just love saying that word, now that it has a purpose!"

Starflight felt pride in his stomach, maybe his father wasn't like his other friend's parents after all.

As Mastermind wrote, he continued about his research on these unfortunate rainwings.

"The next question, of course, was what doesn't react to venom?" After writing the side note and crossing out some previous ones, he lead them to a table with two trays of different material.

"What could we use for protection? Metal, for one thing."

He knocked onto the Helmet he sat on the table.

"But anything biological, it destroys." He lifted his talon to show the rotten lizard and fish, as well with withering plants.

Fatespeaker commented her opinion with an "eww.."

Mastermind, leaning over the trays and collecting himself and the Helmet, continued. "If it gets in your eye or blood stream, you are most likely to die, instantly."

Maybe that's what happened to queen Scarlet

"If it hits your scales, you'll wish you where."

Starflight touched his head, thinking about the melting faces of Scarlet and Crocodile.

"I've seen it kill two dragons so far." He revealed.

Mastermind lifted his head before readjusting his glasses.

"Two, really? How surprisingly careless. We haven't picked up any rainwings with that little control yet."

"They weren't careless it was on purpose."

Mastermind smiled, "Purpose? That changes things entirely! I want to know everything! How long did death take? What provoked the attack?"

Excitingly, Mastermind unhooked a key off a key holder.

"I've never seen rainwings attack other dragons." Commented Fatespeaker.

"Even a rainwing will defend themselves from time to time." Educated Starflight.

"In my experience, not often." Mastermind equipped his helmet, unlocking the door Starflight hadn't noticed before.

"But why don't you stand back just in case."

Upon unlocking the door, they entered what seemed to be a torture room. A Rainwing, a somber gray, the most miserable color he thought he could see a rainwing be, hung by chains on a ceiling.

Below them was a drain.

That'll be useful if I need to escape, if it leads to anywhere anyway.

"What are you doing to her!?" Gasped Fatespeaker in fear.

"We where testing wether or not they run out of venom. Unfortunately she passed out before we could gather any useful data."

Fatespeaker ran over to the cauldron filled with water and struggled to carry its heavy weight over to the rainwing.

"What are you doing?" Mastermind asked.

"Giving her water!" She snapped.

That is a good idea. If she's dehydrated she's more likely to faint.

Starflight walked over to them and could hear the weak gulps as the rainwing began to drank.

"Who are you?" He asked.

Taking a breath, the rainwing spoke. "Orchid...no nightwing has ever asked me that." She managed.

Starflight recognized that name. "Oh, Mangrove's been looking for you." He said.

"Than I won't give up on living just yet."

She let her head head hang again as her scales shifted to a beautiful pink.

"Incredible! What did you say to make her do that? I've never seen it before!" Mastermind observed.

Wow, he really doesn't know.

"She's thankful for the water." Interjected Fatespeaker.

"Fascinating! Utterly fascinating!"

He swooped around and stuck his head out of the room.

"Strongwings! This one is ready to go back! And Strongwings, guess what! I have a brilliant son!"

A bulky dragon larger than him walked in padded with armor that looked like a skywings.

"Yeah whatever, when will I get one of these fancy looking helmets?"

Mastermind yanked it away as Strongwings tried to touch it.

"This is just a prototype."

While Strongwings started to unclick the locks around Orchid Mastermind stopped Starflight before he could walk any further.

"As one can imagine, the hardest part about making venom-proof armor is making it possible to see!" He lifted the helmet into his face.

"I'd be interested in your thoughts."

Starflight blinked a few times.

"Firstly, I'd like to discuss how you treat the rainwings." He said. "Why are we studying them? Why do we need to protect ourselves?"

Mastermind lead him and Fatespeaker out of the room.

"Queens orders." He simply said. "Right now that information is restricted from you, I wish I could tell right now but Morrowseer and the Queen forbids it."

He looked him dead in the eyes. "Surely as my son you understand that, right?"

Still just meeting his father he didn't want to disappoint him, he's his only family after all.

"I understand, until I earn her majesty's trust, I won't bother you about it."

Mastermind smiled, "thank you," leaving the room he lead them out to a bridge the clutched to the side of the mountain.

"I must attend my daily meeting with the queen, I hope to catch up with you soon!"

Mastermind hugged Starflight, making him feel very affectionate compared to his other friend's parents.

"Goodbye, dad." He said with a wave as Mastermind disappeared into a different room.

"Wow." Fatespeaker said. "So, turns out we are terrible dragons." She said.

"I still don't understand why we are kidnapping rainwings..." He said.

"Neither do I! And did you see how bad she looked?" Fatespeaker was circling around the ledge now.

She stopped infront of Starflight. "And how did you know her? I thought nightwings didn't leave this place?"

"I'm not from here, I was raised by the Talons of peace."

Fatespeaker giggled. "Liar, I've never seen you in camp."

Starflight lifted his head towards her "I'm not, we were born under a mountain, I am the dragonet from the prophecy."

Fatespeaker had doubt written all over her. "I am! Morrowseer says I'm special, I was born on the brightest night!"

"False, neither of you are in the prophecy yet." Said a booming from above.

Morrowseer landed with a loud thud.

"Only one of you will be in the prophecy. That's why your here. Thankfully we didn't have to put up a fight getting Starflight here."

"Don't you know? You delivered the prophecy."

Tossing his head in a frustrated manner he said, "Prophecies, are complex."

Fatespeaker grinned and turned to Starflight to whisper, "Thats a good comeback. I should write that down."

Jabbing his claw in their direction, Morrowseer continued to explain.

"The real problem is neither of you are suitable. You are both weak and too sympathetic. We made an error letting you be raised without a nightwing at watch." He said with grimace in his voice.

"Why aren't I suitable?" Asked Fatespeaker.

"You act like a hatchling! And you!" Pushing Starflight back a little he yelled.

"You've antagonized our ally!"

"Hey, that's not my fault!" Starflight protested. "My friends did! I tried to convince them but they wouldn't listen."

"You have no leader ship at all! Maybe if you were a true nightwing things would be different." He said. "But now you've placed our whole in jeopardy."

Starflight pushed back the large talon infront of him. "If you told me the plan maybe I could have helped! I can't when I don't even know what it is!"

Morrowseer lashed his tail and huffed.

"We cannot trust either of you with the nightwing secrets. Not until you are proven loyal."

Starflight puffed a plum of smoke.

"I am loyal! Why do you think I abandoned my friends in the first place?"

Morrowseer considered it for a moment, then alofted himself into the smokey sky.

"Queens orders, follow me."

Doing what they were told they followed after Morrowseer. Starflight could feel ashes hit his face and shoulders flying through the thick smoke.

Swooping up to Fatespeaker he asked, "any visions about their plan?"

Carelessly she said, "nope!" And flew faster ahead of Morrowseer.

Starflight continued to fly while the wind wrapped around his body.

Mmh, He thought, odd. But I need to figure out their plan. Why are they kidnapping and studying rainwings? Especially their venom. Maybe they're using that research to understand what's happening to us, with the prey and our poisonous bite.

Have I ever done that? He continued to think. I do recall biting Kestrel in training once, and her wrist swelled a little. I thought it was because it got infected from an open wound.

"I guess not..." He said to himself.

But why bother to understand that during times like this?

They also are looking for ways to protect themselves from the venom, but rainwings are pacifists. Maybe if I told them that they would put an end to this research.

"Wake up dreamy face!" Fatespeaker snapped him out of his thoughts. "Morrowseer says you need to meet the others, in case you're the dragonet for the prophecy."

Oh no, there's others?

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Notes: Thank you for reading this :) it'd be really appreciated if you reblog this so other can see my work!

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My Characters 7: Jhozu

It’s been a while since we’ve done one of these but we’re back with another special on characters that I’ve played or at least have come up with over the years, as a way to give examples of character creation and give some of these characters the benefit of the light of day.

And today we’re starting with an idea I had when I first read about the spirit dancer archetype for the medium class, able to tap into every spirit they have each day, but only in short bursts.

I thought. “Six spirits, able to draw upon those powers when needed, but doesn’t have them all the time, who does that sound like? Shazam/DC’s Captain Marvel, that’s who.”

So I set about coming up with a build centered around the idea of a character drawing upon the power of their ancestors to become a mighty warrior, shifting between different aspects as needed to answer the threats at hand.

The son of the Matriarch of the Goldscale tribe of iruxi, Jhozu grew up hearing the stories of the heroes he was descended from who had made the tribe what it was today, a nomadic clan that gathered rare materials from the darkest parts of the forest to trade with the towns and cities of established nations and settled peoples.

Of course, as a relatively wealthy people, this attracted unsavory sorts, including a gang of smugglers that wished to turn the tribe into their own private vector for smuggling goods from one city to the next. To do this, they kidnapped Jhozu and his siblings, threatening them to get the matriarch to acquiesce.

These criminals could not have expected, however, what would happen when Jhozu prayed to his ancestors in his cell, asking if they could lend him their might… and they answered.

With it, he invited the spirits into his body, and he gained: The endurance of Srus, who held back troll raiders, The divine wisdom of Hucu, she who led her people to the verdant land they call home, The charisma of Accoxaz, the founder who brought the tribe together, The arcane might and knowledge of Zoz, who smote the green dragon Kalkamon with lightning, The strength of Auguux, who stood tall when the fiend was laid low, And the agility of Mioz, who stole back the tribe’s treasures and humiliated the thieves.

With their power, he freed himself and came back to the tribe, who swiftly rallies and punished the smugglers for their cruel ambition. From then on, he heard the voices of those ancestors and followed their guidance, even leaving home for some grand destiny, though he knows not yet what it is.

Jhozu has a big legacy to live up to while also forging his own legend, but he doesn’t allow that to go to his head. He tends to be humble and speak softly, listening so that he may learn what others have to say and forming his own opinions. He does, however, relish being able to invite his ancestors into his soul, giving him impressive confidence.

His scales are a dark gray, bordering on black, with a pale gray underbelly. Jhozu’s build could be called average, but he packs plenty of muscle beneath his scales.

If you hadn’t already guessed, Jhozu is meant to be a lizardfolk medium with the spirit dancer archetype, though his own spirit dance is more akin to a power-up than any physical performance. As such, I’d try to make sure all his ability score were at least moderately decent, though if I had to sacrifice one, it would probably be charisma, as he’s more inclined to listen than talk. Naturally, the legendary influence and improved version thereof are vitally important for this build so he has a more flexible toolkit with his feats. I imagine him mostly as a melee combatant shifting between champion and guardian, only shifting to other spirits when tactically viable. As for the spells he gains with archmage and hierophant, he would prefer to pick those that answer challenges throughout the day, or without such foreknowledge, elemental blasting from the former, and healing from the latter.

That will do for today, but we’ll see more fun builds like this throughout the week!