#inspired by Tales from the Stinky Dragon

[dndwithray]

Ain't Enough Room In This Town...

The blazing sun rises up over the desert town of Scoville, scorching the sand as tumbleweeds roll by. Ol' Skoobut sits on the deck of the Saloon, tuning his dusty, pre-war "banjo". It's an odd name for an instrument but he insists that's what it's really called. He hucks a wad of chewing rum into a rustbucket that clunks its way past him. Them mechanized tin cans were a new addition to town. General Bazlar said having half our population be brainless bots meant making the town safer. Who were we to disagree? And so we led an assault on G.S. Robotics 'bout a pomf-and-a-half ago and came back home with as much scrap as we could handle.

We thought the place'd be abandoned but the security systems lasted the war 'n so we lost quite a few of our folks. Bazlar says its just a part of war but I still ain't sure what war we're fightin'. Before bringing the pile'o'bolts back into town, the General had our best engineers install a kill switch in each and every one'a them automatrons. They don't need food nor water and they can't disagree with anythin' we say 'n so they're actually pretty well-liked 'round these parts. And when yer a Mejite like me, that's sayin' something.

[aroacesetitoff]

Fun idea i had about Bart's Vest of Slow Descent

[profmadscientist]

Dont worry, he's just playing with smarsh

[imaginethisisagoodname]

Hear me out beacause I feel like sometime in their adventure the interns would’ve had to lie about Gum Gums age to like get something cheaper or like a trip pass or something, and Bart would sit down and be like “hey buddy when they ask you how old you are say 13” and gum gum would be really confused about it but do it, and he would try really hard to rember all the stuff like when he was born and how old he is and Bart and Mudd would be nice about it, but kyborg would just randomly shout “GUM GUM HOW OLD ARE YOU” and just try to shock him into giving the wrong awnser to prepare him for whatever happened (they tried to lie about Barts age but because he has a beard no one believed him (kyborg offered to help him shave off his beard but Bart refused to part with his beard becuase “this is the price of beauty”)

[lunarifie]

I GUESS Bart’s command spell’s KIND of cool...........

[tj-withers-author]

NaNoWriMo: 5 best songs and soundtracks for writing fantasy novels

Are you writing a fantasy novel for #nanowrimo ? Here's my top picks for background music for writing fantasy! #writing #nanowrimo #books #music

Y’all know I simply cannot let November pass by without attempting the #nanowrimo hullaballo. (NaNoWriMo = National Novel Writing Month. It’s a lot of fun trying to write a full novel in one month!) And whether you’re a plotter or a pantser, you know playing music that matches the themes you’re writing can really get you in the mood … for prose. 😉 So if you, like me, are writing a fantasy novel…

[strandscherbe]

Finally managed to finish some fanart, featuring Tales from the Stinky Dragon's Kyborg and Chip, inspired by a certain meme...

[somethingclevermahogony]

Hello! Could I please ask for an excerpt of Ninma telling Narul a story?

Love your characters so much <3

I'm sorry that this is so so late but I finally got to it!

Ramu, Shanur, and Kotia spoke and sang songs of far-off cities with strange names, grand banquets of kings and demons, forestfolk with the legs of hounds, men with tails like scorpions, lightning-belching dragons, and birds big enough to carry off a horse and its rider. And when these stories of oddities and horrors had been exhausted, they turned instead to the classic holdovers of banquets and festivals, tales of the ancient heroes, mighty warriors, and peerless demigods. Ninma listened in awe, though she interrupted the flow of the stories every other word to ask a clarifying question, or to correct where her tutor's teachings differed from those of the poets.

Narul was silent, only speaking on the rare occasions in which he was addressed. He was far too distracted by his own thoughts to concern himself with monsters or Mikrab the Mad or whatever his name was. He ran his fingers over the marks on his arm. The fact that he had experienced no symptoms from his missing bloodletting simultaneously relieved him, while also conjuring up a strange knot in his stomach. Darks thoughts whirled in his head. Had Hutbari been wrong all those years? Perhaps he had just miscalculated, perhaps the effects were just around the corner, by the next morn when he awoke, he would be little better than a slavering beast. Or maybe...

His thoughts were interrupted by Ninma's shrill voice. She had stood up on her log, hands on her hips, her shadow cast far behind her by the flickering campfire.

"It’s my turn to tell a story!" she declared.

Ramu chuckled and brushed a stray ember from his fur, "And what story would that be?"

"Huma and the Storm of Kotsa!"

Suddenly all thoughts of dead kings and bloodletting fled from Narul's head. The character Huma was a semi-mythic figure in Kishite culture and though he may not have held the same popularity as kings and warriors like Tamel or Ahahru, he had featured prominently in the stories that Bira had told Suru and Narul as children. Huma was said to have been a giant, some said with the face of a boar, ugly and squashed, his body broad and covered in bristles. He was not like other heroes, beautiful and awe-inspiring, he was almost monstrous. His mother was a queen, of which city changed from teller to teller, his father was a great spirit in the form of a massive, winged boar. He was born a twin, his brother, Urildi, beautiful and tall, became a pirate and one day married the daughter of an Ikopeshi sealord. Urildi had his own stories, but they had never particularly interested Narul, not like Huma had. As a fellow giant with a less than typical appearance, Narul had clung to stories of Huma with an almost fanatical devotion.

Of course, he had heard the story of the Storm of Kotsa many times, and yet as Ninma prepared to tell her story, he leaned forward, his fingers interlocked.

Ninma took a deep breath and closed her eyes. There was silence, as the little girl did her best to drum up some sort of dramatic tension. If she had been properly performing there would have been music, a harpist and a drummer. The poets shared knowing glances, and stifled chuckles. Finally, Ninma slowly opened her eyes and spread her arms wide.

"Long, long, long ago, there was a merchant named Nitul who lived in the village Lewul."

Narul could not help but chuckle, he wondered if she had made up those names herself, or if the version of the story she had been told included a merchant named Shorty who hailed from the village of Stinky. In the stories he had been told, the merchant was named Midihi, and the village was Bila.

Ninma now leapt from the log, her tiny feet landing dangerously close to the coals of the fire, though she took no notice.

"Nitul sailed and sailed, but no matter how many places he travelled to, he could never make more than just enough money for he and his crew to sail home, and so he was poor. Because, you see, he was cursed! Cursed by his own brother-" She paused, evidently thinking of a name to give this vengeful sibling. "Ak...arb....Akarb!"

The poets chuckled softly but made no comment.

"And why did he curse him?" Narul asked, though he already knew the answer.

Ninma puffed out her chest, "Patience patience! I’m getting there!"

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Ninma’s brow furrowed as she did her best to recall or else invent—the next part of an old tale. She paced around the fire, dirtied robes swishing theatrically, her tiny feet careful to avoid the glowing coals. Finally, with a dramatic flair, she rounded Narul.

"Well now I gotta tell you that story! You see, Akarb cursed Nitul out of jealousy! Akarb was the oldest, but Nitul was the favorite, and their father…Hudari… always praised him for all his cleverness and goodness. But Akarb…Akarb was a bad son, lazy and stupid…and tricky and mean...”

She practically spat Akarb’s name each time that she spoke it.

“One day when the two brothers were all grown up, and Hudari’s beard was so so long, that it got all dirty on the ground, he took them to the beach and showed them a great big ship, with red sails! And Hudari said, ‘This was my paba’s ship, he sailed all over the seas! He was a great merchant, and he wanted me to be one too but…’” She paused again, “‘I was scared of the water…so I stayed here and got married instead!’”

Narul barely contained a laugh, in the version that he had been told, the old farmer was bound to the land, a servant to the local king, unable to leave. It made sense why that version of the story may not have resonated with the young princess. He snorted.

Ninma shot him a quick glare, but quickly continued, “‘Now that you boys are all grown up! It is time for someone to use my paba’s ship again!’” She crouched and her eyes narrowed, “‘But!’ he said, ‘A ship only needs one captain! And so…only one of you will get my paba’s ship! The other one, will get my farm and will grow cabbages, just like me!’”

“And how did Hudari choose?” Ramu asked, genuinely curious, as Huma and these stories were not part of hillfolk legend.

“‘A captain alone cannot sail this ship! He needs a crew! Whichever of you two can find ten men to be your crew first, will be the winner!’ And Akarb said ‘ But we don’t have anything to pay them with, how will we hire them?’ and so Hudari pulled two great big smelly cabbages from his cloak and he gave one to each of them, ‘This is all I will give you, turn your cabbage into ten men, and I will give you this ship!’”

She theatrically pretended to pull a cabbage from her clothing, holding it high above her head.

“Were they magical cabbages?” Ramu asked, one brow raised.

“No! Only normal cabbages! And that’s why Akarb was so mad. He stomped his feet and yelled ‘What man would ever agree to sail for just one cabbage?’ but Nitul, he already had a plan, he ran as fast he could to the village and to the docks were the fishermen were. He walked to each one of them and handed them a cabbage leaf, until he was only holding three more leaves.” The little girl screwed up her face and made her best attempt at a gruff sailor’s voice, “‘What are we supposed to do with this?’ And so Nitul said, ‘These smelly cabbage leaves, are a promise! First, I promise you all a great big ship with big beautiful red sails! Come with me on my ship and there I promise to split anything we earn, no matter what, just like this cabbage. One part for each of you, one part for me, and two parts for the ship. All fair, all equal! If you agree with these terms, and will take me as your captain, follow me and I will show you our new ship!’ Nitul was so charming and clever that when he got back to his father, he had fourteen men at his side, while Akarb had only managed to find one, a slave he had bought with a stolen sheep and the cabbage he had used to catch it. And so Nitul got his ship, and he sailed with his crew, west to Korithia and to great riches. And Hudari left his farm and his cabbages to Akarb, while he went to live in a hut close the sea, where he could watch Nitul come and go.” She turned in the direction which she assumed to be the west and spread her arms in an exaggerated arc, before turning back to the adults.

“But how did he get cursed? And what does this have to do with Huma?” Ramu asked as he leaned forward, his chin resting on his fingers.

“I’m getting there!” Ninma snapped, though the smirk which played across her lips showed that she was quite happy with her role as a storyteller. Narul chuckled, despite himself, he was quite enjoying this.

“Akarb was furious!” She ran in circles around the fire, stomping her feet and pulling at her hair as if in anguish, “He was even more furious when Nitul returned from Korithia, the ship loaded with silver and wine! And so, while Nitul was with Hudari, Akarb snuck into the forest and found an old blind sage woman living in a cave. He gave her the slave, and the old sage agreed to write a curse! She took a bottle, filled it up with seawater, and then told Akarb to spit into it. Then she said to the spirits of the sea and the wind.” Ninma began to hobble, her voice cracked and high, she pointed one crooked finger at Narul. “‘As the west wind howls and the north wind whispers! Hear me! He Who Lifts the Waves, She Who Calls the Gull, and He Who Rides the Unseen Wind! No matter how far he may sail or how grand his trade, let the wealth of Nitul never be greater than that of his brother! When the soil is not giving or the blight biting, let the sailor’s riches dwindle and his cargo spoil! Let his sails tear and his crew suffer! Let the sea swallow his silver and waste his wine!’”

She cackled wickedly, so loudly that is almost made Narul jump.

She continued, “And she gave Akarb the bottle and told him to pour the cursed water onto the ship. And so, the next day when Nitul was getting ready to go, Akarb hugged him and said ‘Here brother! For good luck!’ And he poured the water over the boards of the ship, but Nitul didn’t know…he had just been cursed!” Her tone was grave, “And when Nitul got to the first market, disaster! Right there at the dock, the people saw a great wave wash away his cargo and one of his sailors, never to be seen again! What was left, well it was only worth as much as a few smelly cabbages. So, they fished with nets to sell their catch, but as soon as they took their fish to sell, a great flock of seabirds stole all but the smallest fishes! When they tried to sell their own clothes, the wind ripped them from their hands! ‘Oh, the gods! Oh, the Wind and Sea! They have forsaken us!’ The sailors cried.”

Ninma leaned so far forward, that one of her brown curls came dangerously close to catching in the fire.

 “With his last jug of wine as pay, he spoke to an old priest, and the priest said that it was not the gods, but a wicked curse! That they were being followed by three spirits, and that the only way to be rid of those spirits was to capture them and to make them swear off their evil ways! And so, he gave Nitul a jar with a lid made of Arkodian metal, and a single thread made of the same stuff, no thicker than-” She winced as she pulled a long curly hair from her head, “a single strand of hair!”

“A jar?” Narul asked, “I always heard it was a wineskin made from a dragon’s stomach.”

“Well, you heard wrong.” The princess retorted haughtily, “Now stop interrupting! Nitul went to his crew and told them what the old priest had said, but there was only one problem, none of them could see the spirits! And even if they could, who was strong enough to pull three spirits from the sky to put them in the jar?”

Ninma paused, letting the question hang in the air, all the while the fire crackled softly “That’s when Nitul remembered a story he heard as a little boy, about a giant—Huma! He was huge! So big that the ground would shake when he walked, and fruit fell from the trees! He had a head like a boar with big sharp tusks and giant hands!”

Ramu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “So, a forestfolk then, huh? I have not heard of any true giant having tusks…”

Narul was tempted to ask the old poet what he had heard about the true giants, as that race was so elusive that they might as well have been legends, but Ninma continued before he could speak.

“No!” Ninma grinned, her eyes wide with excitement. “Huma wasn’t just a giant or a forestfolk! He was a spiritblood, the child of a great boar spirit and a lost queen! So, he was super strong but could also see spirits! He wasn’t handsome like Tamel or Lat, or a great warrior like Mikrab, but he was kind and loved to help people. But…he was too big and ugly to live in cities like normal people.”

Narul winced and shifted uncomfortably, though if Ninma noticed she did not let it slow or dampen her story.

“Huma lived in the wild with the animals, he slept in caves and on the dirt, he ate mushrooms and raw fish from the rivers! He would always help those that came to him, but only if they could find him. But…it just so happened that an old Pyrian, had heard them talking. ‘You’re looking for Huma, eh?’ ‘Yes, friend! Do you know where we can find him?’ ‘No, but I know someone that might, sail to the island of Utri, in the islands of Baalki, where pirates and monsters roam, find the tower of the Ancient Men, and look for the Forestfolk with wings like rainbows, and maybe he can tell you.’” She stopped to catch her breath, if only for a moment, “So, Nitul and his crew sailed for Baalkes. The sea was wild! They faced all sorts of danger!” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Sea serpents, pirates, whirlpools, and birds as big as horses, who swallow up sailors whole!”

She squawked and ran in circles, flapping her arms. The poets chuckled and clapped. Narul smiled, for such a young child, Ninma was a surprisingly engaging storyteller, certainly better than he would have been. It was good to see her happy, if only for the moment.

Ninma continued, “Finally, after days and days, they found the island, no one lived there, and the only thing there was one great big tower, so tall it almost touched the clouds! The sailors were scared of the tower, there were no stairs or ladders, ‘We’re sailors, not birds!’ but Nitul wasn’t scared, he climbed the tower all the way to the top. Up and up and up!” She mimicked climbing, stopping on occasion to theatrically wipe her brow, “When he reached the top, he found Guhari, his wings warming in the sun. ‘Why have you climbed my tower? If you have a question, ask it, or your trip down will be far faster than your trip up.”

“So, what did he ask?” Kotia asked, her finger lazily drawing images of winged men in the dust.

 “‘Guhari, do you know where Huma is?’” Ninma paused again, “And Guhari said, ‘I saw Huma while I was flying high high over the Green Sea. He lives on a tiny island south of Korithia, where no man has stepped foot since the days of Arkodai. He lives with gazelles and blue monkeys, and his cave is guarded by the dragon with seven horns and eight legs!’”

“Eight legs? That’s a new one.” Narul teased.

“You just…” Despite her enthusiasm, Ninma stopped, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn. She rubbed at her eyes with balled fists. “…you just haven’t heard the story right.”

 “You know, Ninma, it’s getting late. I think its best that you get some sleep.” Narul said softly. He was surprised that it had taken the girl so long to show such fatigue, it felt as if she had hardly slept since her escape from the slavers days before.

Ninma pouted, shaking her head defiantly, her curls bobbing and waving. “But I want to finish! There’s so much more to tell, and I’m not even tired! I didn’t even get to Huma or the storm!”

“Ninma, I think Narul is right. Besides, your story deserves you well rested, we wouldn’t want you to forget any important details, would we? A good story deserves a good storyteller.” Kotia said.

“But… but!” Ninma protested, her hands flailing in the air as if to conjure the words.

Ramu stood and took a blanket from his tent and offered it to the princess. “There’s no rush, little one. We look forward to hearing the rest tomorrow.”

She blinked slowly, her eyelids feeling heavier with each passing moment. She turned her attention to Narul, gazing up at the giant with pleading eyes “But… I want to keep telling it now! I don’t want to sleep.”

Narul did his best to soften his tone “Then let’s do this: why don’t you rest your head for a while? We’ll still be here, waiting for you. Just for a little bit, alright?”

Ninma glanced at the flickering fire, its warmth only feeding her drowsiness. She glanced at the poets and then beckoned for Narul to lean closer. Even as he did so, she still was forced to stand on her toes to whisper into his ear.

“Okay but…can I rest next to you? I’m scared…”

“Of what?”

The girl hesitated and begun to sniffle, “I don’t know…”

Narul was taken aback, but he remembered Bira and tried to think what she would do.

“Of course you can, and I’ll stay right here until you’re ready, I promise.” He gave her head a hesitant pat; his hand could have easily wrapped around the entirety of her head with room to spare.

With a final nod of agreement, Ninma laid her blanket on the grass next to Narul, and lay on it, her back to the forest, her eyes on the fire. Gradually her eyelids slid down, “I’m not going to sleep, I’m just resting my eyes for a couple min…”

Before she could even finish her sentence, she was fast asleep.

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Sorry if this is a bit overwhelming, but for my ask game: 1,2,6,8,11,12,13,16,20,25,26,27,28,30. I wouldn't mind if you have to skip some!

Writer (& Artist) Ask Game

It's not overwhelming at all, hun! I promise. Just takes a bit longer for me to answer, that's all.

1: Who was your first ever OC? Do you still “use��� them? How have they evolved over time?

My first OC that I can recall, I think, was a FusionFall OC based off of my player character when the game was still put out by Cartoon Network. She has changed so damn much since then, mostly because it's been about ten or so years since her creation. From name to appearance to backstory, things have been tweaked and shifted around over the years whenever the fixation falls back to her and her universe. I still want to do something with her and make a comic for her, but I've been struggling to do that because I've been more focused on other projects of mine. Hopefully I can give her the love she properly deserves one day.

2: Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them?

....do D&D characters count? I've really wanted to play Dungeons and Dragons, but I've never found a group or a dungeon master and those campaigns that I've been apart of never got off the ground and had a first session. So, sometimes I create characters for fun such as one based off of Sailor Moon and another loosely inspired by my favorite book. This OC is not that latter one. I got an idea from Tales from the Stinky Dragon's Grotethe campaign (which I need to catch up on, so no spoilers please!) to make a character inspired from Frankenstein's monster. She's a Hunter Ranger named Evelith -- a creation of her 'father' who has hazy memories of her past due to a head injury. Whether or not that father of hers was a good man is up in the air, as she only has faint memories to go on against the word of those who know the name Frankenstein. This is why she goes by 'Freeman' when she has to give a surname instead -- to hide her connection to the infamous doctor.

6: Do you have any OCs without stories? Will you ever create one for them?

If my OCs are without stories, you can bet that they will eventually find a place in one.

8: Do you have any OC family trees?

I actually do for my JJBA OCs and the alternate universe they inhabit! It was done mostly so I could look at everything as a whole without getting a headache and everything all tangled in my head. I call it Mickey's Fucked Up Family Tree, and if anyone wants to take a look at it, it can be found here.

11: Sum up one or more of your wips!

Swan Lake and the Nutcracker smashed together, but it's all gay.

12: Which story took the most research?

🤔 I... don't know. I think it might have been Monsters and Magic? I had to do a lot of research to find the right match of monster for those characters, and even more for their abilities and the like. I still need to look things up time to time for that.

16: What was you first major project? How far along is it?

RWBY in My Hero on the grounds that it's the only one that got past the first part. It's going pretty well, and after a hiatus, I've been slowly easing myself back into it while trying to figure out what to do about future installments after the PLW arc.

20: What story are you the proudest of? Why?

Make Every Moment Last. There is a very specific reason for that one, and it's the fact that I managed to update biweekly on that one from October 2021 to June 2022 without missing a single update. Still surprised I managed to do that, and proud of myself for managing it.

25: What’s your favourite genre to write? Is it also your favourite genre to read?

I love writing fantasy and science fiction. Same for reading, but historical fiction also pops up here and there.

26: What are your favourite books?

My favorite novel is Howl's Moving Castle. It's a comfort book for me and was the one that got me to start reading for fun again after I had to read Lord of the Flies in high school which ruined reading for me for years.

27: What are your favourite movies?

That all depends on my mood, to be honest. However, I will always turn to older films that I enjoyed when I was younger or something that satisfies my love for fantasy, found family and the occult for comfort and joy.

28: Favourite songs at the moment?

...I would be lying if I said that the songs from Hazbin Hotel don't randomly pop into my head from time to time and get stuck there.

30: How are you doing? <3

I'm doing pretty good! Just finished dinner and watching Practical Magic with the family sans my youngest brother. He's not a fan of romance, even if it's a sub-genre.

[doors-worstenemy]

Cookie run kingdom

Stardust cookie!!! (He's my lil guy <3)

Voltron

Keith :)

Tales from the stinky dragon

Brink and kyborg <<33 (they're in love)

The butt knight from mithzan and yourpalross

Butt Butt (he was so lil guy)

Mandela catalogue

Jonah (I don't like him but he's cute)

Uh.. Um. The Bible

John the apostle but how I see him in my crazy little head, and John the apostle but inspired by a collection of Bible comics I have

Misc.

purple guy but the imposter from among us, and me :)

I have to delete pony town to save storage on my phone so here's all my ponies

Yu-gi-oh

Atem, yami yugi, yugi, seto, and jaden :)

Invader zim

GIR in disguise, GIR with his hood down, Zim in disguise, Zim (unfinished), and Dib!!

[buterflies-and-ladybugs]

Hey I love your fairy tail au. But just imagine marinette, with no relationship with anyone, won a class trip to fairy tail! And Lila lies of course, but marinette becomes like pseudo adopted by laxus and all the other dragon slayers!

So I didn't quite write as much as I wanted, but I hope you enjoy this! If you have any specific things you want I would be happy to write more short stories in the same universe for you.

An Introduction

Marinette stared at the email, lighting up her screen in shock. There was no way that this was possible. That was until she pinched herself to make sure and all she got in return was a second of pain instead of waking up.

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Dear Mrs. Dupain-Cheng,

You are the winner of the essay contest presented by the kingdom of Fiore. We are proud to say you have won your class a trip to visit our newly revealed kingdom and to visit one of the many magic guilds our country is home to of your choosing from the provided list, as well as be toured around various important landmarks in the area you choose. At the end of your trip there will be a gala held in Crocus, our capital city. All of the guilds on the provided list will be attending.

We have emailed Ms. Bustier who we will also be working with. Please email me back as soon as you can to confirm the details of your trip, and that you have received this message and we will begin planning immediately.

Sincerely,

Rina Sine

guildlist.docx otherinfo.docx

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“Marinette, maybe you should start looking at the documents,” suggested Tikki breaking Marinette out of her zoned out state. “Yah, and you should make sure to bring enough cheese. After all, this Fiorey place could have no stinky cheeses.” interrupted Plagg.

“I guess you're right, we should get right to planning.” said Marinette as she started to type an email in response. “Hopefully the class can behave for once. It would be horrid if we make a bad impression” Marinette continued as an afterthought.

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It had taken months of planning, hours of work, and documents upon documents, but finally they had arrived. Due to the nature of Fiore’s disconnected state from the rest of the world they had to take multiple boats, and make many stops to get to the main body of the country. After leaving the ships, with plenty of complaining about seasickness and tales of some pirate relative of Lila’s, they arrived at the docks, and were swiftly greeted by carriages provided by the Fiorian government.

Eventually, they reached a train station, and boarded in order to get to Magnolia. According to Ms. Sine that was the town that housed Fairy Tail, the guild that Marinette had wanted to pick with encouragement from both Tikki and Plagg (which is a little suspicious now that she was thinking about it). Once everyone had gotten settled in their private car, Marinette finally could relax. She opened her purse to see Plagg and Longg sitting comfortably in a specially designed “kwami pocket” just for them. They had asked her if she would wear them for a while, and she had happily obliged. Now she decided to look out the window, and she couldn’t have picked a better time. Right outside the window was a downwards slope to a beautiful port city resting above a sparkling ocean, and bustling with life.

Suddenly, Marinette was filled with inspiration. The next few hours were filled with the scratching of pencils on paper as she tuned out her classes actions by playing Jagged Stone on her headphones. By the time they had arrived at the station Marinette had filled the last 20 pages of her sketchbook with designs filled with color. All of them were whimsical, and would be perfect for the gala at the end of the trip. Thankfully she had remembered to ask about fabric shops when asking questions, and they still had them here.

After they had exited the train and gathered their luggage, the class was met with more carriages that would take them to the inn that they would stay at. Luckily, it was across from Fairy Tail, so they would have the opportunity to visit if they ended up liking the place. If not, they could still tour around the city, and much of the class was more interested in touring since Lila had said she had “visited before, and Marinette had to pick the one place with the worst guild” which had earned her more than a few dirty looks.

Once they had settled in, they were told to wait until the next day to begin exploring because they were, understandably, tired from traveling. So, when they woke up the next morning Marinette and surprisingly Chloe were the only two who wanted to visit the guild. Little did they know they were about to enter a whole new world of craziness.

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Laxus wasn’t sure what to expect when he was told that there were going to be guests coming from another country. He was pretty sure that two small girls, one who had an attitude that could rival Evergreen’s and a small meek looking girl, were definitely not what he was expecting. But he had grown up in Fairy Tail, and he definitely knew that looks could be deceiving. Just take Mira as an example, a kind angel on the outside and an absolute demon of a matchmaker on the inside.

“Hello, you must be Laxus. Right? I’m Marinette, the organizer of the trip.” said the small raven haired girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Chloe. The pleasure is all yours.” said the blond standing by her side.

“As you said I’m Laxus. It's nice to meet you.” he replied to Marinette completely ignoring Chloe aside from a smirk he sent her way. “Follow me to the guild. But I do have to wonder, why did you pick Fairy Tail? If you don’t know we can ba a little … chaotic.”

Chloe huffed at his smirk but did turn intrigued to hear Marinette’s response. “I guess you could say I felt lucky and randomly picked. I have heard of your, how did you put it, … chaotic nature, but how can life be fun without a little chaos.” she said with mirth in her eyes. He could have sworn he heard a snort from somewhere but no one was around. Strange.

He had no idea why but Laxus knew that today was about to get very interesting.

[rattyarts]

Huge-ask post (I am VERY funny)

Because I have so many questions that can be answered with just text, and I have mentioned my dislike of filling my art blog up with Words Words Words... let’s get them all done in one go!

(You guys can blacklist #rattytalks if you’re just here for the draws, btw)

A shit ton of asks under the cut!

Anonymous said: So for the center of the world, what with it being forcefully PG and all Bad Thoughts TM being prevented, how does having kids happen? Do parents just black out and wake up holding a child in their arms and vague memories of the last 9 months?

Ever seen a movie where they do that “and one day... a baby was born!” thing and a kid just appears offscreen with no explanation?

(This is how it works everywhere, Edgelands included; no one does the do or gets pregnant in this setting.)

Anonymous said: Hello! Quick question, and sorry if you’ve answered this before, but can other elves see the “intangible” bits of one another? Big fan of your work btw!

Nope! And thank you!

Anonymous said: Leopold was in my dream last night but I sadly cannot remember any of it.

I am SO sorry. I will try to keep my stinky murder men out of your head in the future.

Anonymous said: are the floaty bits stuck in one spot, or could the one they are attached to learn to move them around their body as long as its still within a certain distance? like, someone with the Floaty limbs, lets call him Ray, can move his limbs all over his body, allowing him to do all sorts of neat things that others with their attached limbs probably couldn't?

Whatever you want, honestly. As a general rule of thumb I don’t like putting down TOO many hard rules that prevent people from having fun with this setting. (Please ignore and scrap anything you think is stupid, I do this all the time and enjoy keeping this setting inconsistent and contradictory)

Anonymous said: Do elf names work off of Death Note rules, or is it like, if you know one elf’s name, all elves with that name are now unable to harm you? So if all the elf brothers are named Martin, for example, does it only work with blue?

I think it’s prolly just the one! Probably? Idk, might change if I think of something funnier.

Anonymous said: Can elves do magic on themselves or does thst go against the knowing name rule

Most people tend to know their own names, lol. So in my opinion, no, but don’t let me stop you if you got a fun idea.

Anonymous said: Could an Elf stitch on parts from another elf and have them work? i.e an Elf's finds the arm of another Elf. "Hey, free arm, might as well put it to good use", so they attach the arm and now they can give three high fives at once!

Same deal as previous questions, I personally would say no, but I also encourage people to do whatever the hell they want. It’s more fun that way!

Anonymous said: I bet elves are greasy to the touch.

They’re very powdery! Like if you rolled them in flour. And by flour I mean nasty glowing elf dandruff.

Anonymous said: Can elves fly or are their wings just for show?

No flying!!! (Unless you’re a mousefly)

Anonymous said: Something tells me that the elves would LOVE Obatzda.

Had to look that up, but definitely!

no1fan15: Not sure if someone asked already- Does Edgeworld have any equivalent to demons and angels? Like the old rubberhose cartoon kind?

Demons, yes! That’s what imps are: basically any demon, devil, or generic monster, but tiny! Even a couple of pop culture critters in there, there’s probably a very small gillman or robot monster running around there somewhere.

Angels, not so far. 

Anonymous said: How come Margaret hasn't yeeted George's jar into the Edge yet

I’d say being locked in a closet is good enough! (and also I need him for plot reasons, don’t tell anyone)

Anonymous said: If elves have knees bulges in the front then do they have butt bulges in the back?

i do not want to think about elf bulges

Anonymous said: So if you find a baby Therewoof and you say "aw you're so cute", their true name is So Cute?

Yep!

Anonymous said: Since a Therewoof's true name can be something like "cutie pie" or "dingus", does their name have to be spoken with "intent" for it to doggo-fy them? Or do they just have to live with the reality that any casual conversation/flirting can make them lose up to a month to Doggy Mode? My mom has little terrier dog named "Sweetie" so that got me thinking 'bout Therewoof names. & Anonymous said: here's a good question: If someone says a therewoof's true name, but not reffering to them, does it still affect them?

Just saying it will do! It’s based on those old werewolf stories where calling out the person’s name will change them back into a human/cure them, and a lot of the time it was by accident.

(My favorite is the one where they slam the door on the wolf’s tail and then say his name, and the dude ends up with a wolf tail for the rest of his life.)

Anonymous said: Would Seeing eye Therewoofs be a thing?

I... guess? Probably? Since regular dogs can turn into woofs, yeah. You might have to start paying em once they turn into a person tho. 

Anonymous said: Was ChalkZone ever an inspiration for you? Because I just love the silly world of ChalkZone and I noticed getting that same warm feeling when thinking about Edgeworld.

Maaaan, I wish. I’ve only seen about three episodes or so, but it seems really fun!

Anonymous said: So I saw your mimic post, and even though I don't think I've seen any other of your art before I was absolutely HAMMERED with an indescribable sense of slightly unsettling strangeness and comfortable familiarity. Your art feels like something from like, an old point and click computer game I would have had formative memories of before accidentally losing or scratching the disc therefore making me unsure if it ever REALLY existed. Sorry for being weird but I love the wacky nostalgia feel here

Aaaaaah, THANK YOU! That is SUCH a cool comparison and I appreciate!!!

Anonymous said: If the Edgeworld is based on cartoons then is there a Reverse Edge-world that’s based on anime?

Lol, I mean I DID have an anime phase for a while there, so...

caydebug: Man I’d love to see this as a cartoon some day

Honestly, same. Best you’re gonna get is the occasional animatic or gif, tho.

Anonymous said: Does anyone..."go" in Edgeworld? or is it like Pleasantville where bathrooms exist but there are no toilets in them because acknowledging it is yucky?

Oh god I keep getting asked this and have been avoiding it like the damn plague. But... Uh. No. No they do not. I am begging you all not to send any followup questions.

Anonymous said: Have you considered putting computer viruses or illnesses in with the buggymen? Since those are typically called ‘bugs’

Sure!

Anonymous said: are there any limits to what an Animimic could posess? i.e if they were in a costume of a Buggieman with multiple arms, could they control all of them? what about a small Mousefly costume? can multiple fit into one costume like a clown car? and what about in pitch black darkness, where you can only see the lights of their eyes and not their bodies? could one fit inside the pocket of a jacket you are wearing and help you steal things/wield a gun like a living turret?

Since clothing fills into the body type of the intended wearer, they would indeed be able to control all arms/legs in buggieman clothes.

Size restrictions is one of these things I wanna try to be vague about: I personally have been imagining them sticking to hiding in things no smaller than, um. Maybe imp sized, but really, whatever. It’s a cartoon eyeball critter!

You can put multiple animimics in one outfit!

They can move around just fine in darkness without being off screen, yeah!

And sure why not. lol

Anonymous said: I know you have been asked this once before, and you said nah you don't, but with a few more months of worldbuilding, do you have an idea for what could be down the edge now? 🤔

Not really! It’s not super important, honestly. I’d say any fan theory is about as valid as anything else I can come up with.

ps2polpo: I doubt you’ll ever elaborate on The Edge but I like to imagine there’s just one dude there like the Nowhere Man from the Yellow Submarine movie. Mostly cause the thought of someone accidentally winding up there being like “where am I?” And there’s just a guy casually waving at him like a friendly neighbor is funny to me & Anonymous said: The implication that the Edge is the physical manifestation of edginess so there’s probably like, Trevor Henderson monsters hanging out down there.

See above question! Valid! I also accept falling forever, getting erased from existence, ending up in another universe, getting stuck in limbo with thousands of other people, whatever you want, really!

Anonymous said: " he has very few bones and weighs basically nothing, " "Fastball special" trope, but with Leo?

YEET THE NASTY MAN

Anonymous said: did you ever watch dragon tales as a kid? because george and margaret make me think of murderous zak and wheezie from that show, and i love it to bits

I did not, but I would have loved it. Definitely up my alley!

(watched Quest for Camelot a loooot, though!)

Imma go ahead and stop here! There’s more but I’ve been writing for well over an hour and I have things to do. If your question is missing I’m either saving it for later, wasn’t entirely sure how to answer, or it’s spoilery.

Will probably do another one of these at some point!

[charis-chan]

Badass Sisters

Beta love for @reinakonanofate... she made sure you can read this and, hopefully, you’ll enjoy a bit of fluff. 

(It felt so weird writing fluff).

And writing "good" Eliza was... so strange... But the beta said that Eliza deserved to be good once in while too...

A not so little inspired on @comickergirl‘s and @futagosa works. Especially this ones:  x x

Read on AO3

The heat is too much.

The dragon’s flame threatens to melt your shield, to render your sword useless.

But even so, you need to resist.

Your kingdom is counting on you.

The fair lady that gave you her hand is waiting for your return.

But, most importantly, your sister’s life depends on it.

Kara was taken from you and you need to get her back.

Your honor depends on it.

Kara’s life depends on it.

“You don’t get to keep my sister!” You yell to the dragon that, might as you try, you cannot defeat.

“The lady is mine!” the dragon roars in between jets of flames. It flies overhead, its shiny, dark purple scales reflecting the evening sun and you use the time to duck and take cover behind a large boulder.

“I’ll take Kara back! You won’t to stop me!”

“Foolish human!” the dragon growls. A hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, jet of flames hit the rock and you roll away, feeling the molted river that almost, almost gets you.

“You’re a dumb lizard!”

“Your sister is mine!”

The dragon makes a wide circle and you look towards the tall tower. You can see Kara’s golden locks flying in the wind as your sister leans forward from a window. The window is too narrow, too tall, for her to escape, but you are a knight and you are responsible for your sister and you will bring her back.

The dragon flies above you again, leaving a trail of flames and fire on its path.

You roll to the side, narrowly avoiding the destruction all around.

The dragon’s advantage is its flight. You need to take it down if you want to beat it.

You catch Kara’s eyes and your sister nods to you, encouraging you to do whatever it takes to defeat the dragon, rescues your sister and go back home, victorious.

You look to your left. A big rock sits there, waiting for you… if you could throw it to the dragon, then it will come down and then you will be able to kill it.

Yes, that’s a good plan.

You drop your shield and sword, they won’t help you now, and you run to the rock, lifting it with great effort. You know you will have only once chance, only one shot and if you fail…

… No, there’s no room for failure. No.

You will hit it and it will come down and you will save Kara.

Just as you are about to throw the rock, you are lifted from behind and you are startled enough to yelp.

“Alexandra.” Uh-oh. “I’ve told you many times, do not throw pillows. Do not hang your stuffed toys to the ceiling fan and do not let your sister climb the bookshelf!”

“But Moooooom!” You look up to see Mom’s amused eyes looking back at you. “I was saving Kara from the mean dragon!”

Mom sets you on her hip and she goes pick Kara from the top of the bookshelf that houses all your fairy tales books. Your sister wiggles in Mom’s arms and a foul smell hits you.

Urg. She needs a change.

Mom sighs. “Oh, girls, you’ve made a mess again.”

You look around.

It’s not messy.

Well, not too much.

Leggy, Kara’s purple stuffed dragon is still hanging with a shoelace from the ceiling fan. The fan is on and the plushie keeps making circles around you, barely avoiding hitting Mom in the head.

Uh. Next time you’ll hang it higher, so it doesn’t get stuck anywhere. Last time it hit Dad in the face and it knocked his glasses off. It was funny but Dad wasn’t amused.

You spent four minutes in the corner and you don’t like the corner.

The pillows Kara and you dragged from the living room and your rooms all scattered all over, making up the boulders and rocks you were hiding behind. Gram’s favorite throw pillow is where you dropped it when Mom picked you up and you still think you could take down the dragon if she lets you try.

But, knowing Mom, she is gonna make you clean up and it will be hard to replicate this scenario again.

You pout. You really were going to save Kara from the dragon.

“Go on, Alex.” Mom puts you down and pushes you slightly to the door. “Go wash your hands while I change your sister. Lunch is ready.”

You nod and scamper off. If you hurry Mom won’t make you clean the playing room.

XxXxX

“Mooooooom!”

“Don’t even try to pout. You’re a big girl now. Eat.”

“Dad says I’m still his baby,” you whine. Okay, so, sometimes, you are glad you’re almost four and not a baby anymore. Not like Kara who is going to turn two and still has to wear diapers. You don’t think you’d like to be stinky for long and you certainly enjoy that you can speak up your mind, not like Kara who can only say about ten words.

(Gram says you will grow to be a lawyer with how much you like to argue your way around.)

“Then you will have an hour-long nap with your baby sister after lunch.”

“Mooom!”

“You said you were a baby. Babies don’t eat Brussels sprouts,” she points out.

You huff and look at the plate glaring at you. Long gone is the half of cheese sandwich and the handful of chips and the only thing left glaring at you are those stupid, yucky, nasty Brussels sprouts.

There are three of them and they are gross and they are dumb.

“Can I go play?”

“Finish your plate.”

“Mooooom!”

“Alex.” Mom’s tone is final and you glare at her. She is not looking at you and she’s busy cleaning Kara’s face from the mess she did with her own half of sandwich and chips. She didn’t get Brussels sprouts, though.

Why did Kara get applesauce and you didn’t?!

“Please? Pretty please?”

Mom gathers Kara in her arms, liberating her from her high chair, and turns to you as she collects your sister’s plate. “You will stay seated until you finish your lunch. I’m going to put Kara to bed and then I’ll make some calls. Don’t get up until you’re done. Understood?”

You huff again and cross your arms.

“Alex.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mom shakes her head and leaves you in the kitchen. You can see from your seat that she’s settling Kara in her pack ’n play with Leggy… you don’t know when Mom got her down… last you checked, she was still flying around the playroom.

Kara’s soft blue eyes seek yours as she suckles on her big, red pacifier, the moment Mom leaves her on her own.

With how much Kara ate you know she will be asleep within minutes.

You smile at her, briefly and she smiles back at you from behind her pacifier and she closes her eyes.

You turn your attention back to the plate and the stupid Brussels sprouts.

The more you stare, the grosser they get.

The more you stare, the larger your frown gets.

The more you stare, the stupider they get.

The more yo-

Oh.

Oh.

They are… moving.

No. No. No.

They are moving, rolling towards you, barely. They shake, they struggle, they want to get close. They want you to eat them, you are sure, but you won’t. Nuh-oh. Nope.

The room starts closing on you, the lights dim and the walls start getting longer, thicker, oppressing.

The windows darken and, where is the sun? There wasn’t supposed to be any rain today!

The Brussels sprouts roll closer, an inch closer. An inch too close…

… Are they growing? Oh, God. They are… they are growing fast and now they are as big as your hand!

How does Mom think you are going to eat that?

They are still rolling towards you, but they can’t come close. You don’t know why or how, but they are rolling, but not moving.

They are still getting bigger, though.

From the corner of your eye, you see something shiny and yellow and wow!

The sun emerges from the other side of the table!

It’s light so bright you look to the other side, blinded.

“Nom-nom!” says the sun. “No sissy!”

You open your eyes again, and yes. The sun is chomping happily on one of the brussels sprouts and, oh, the sun has already eaten one!

“Nom-nom,” repeats the sun. “No sissy!”

You blink again, smiling wide. “Kara!” You chirp happily, seeing how your baby sis is reaching on her tiptoes for the last Brussels sprout. “My hero!”

Kara smiles up at you and you wrinkle your nose at the green bits stuck on her teeth. “Sissy save!”

“Yes, Kara! You saved me!”

You jump down your seat, knowing that now that your plate is clean you can totally leave. Kara is dancing in her spot and you notice that she’s dragged her red blanket with her so you take her free hand, swinging it with yours as you to dance, overjoyed.

You don’t have to eat the nasty veggies!

A light sound from Mom’s office makes you both stop dead in your tracks.

Kara’s widened eyes meet yours and you two run towards Kara’s pack ’n play. With an ease born of doing exactly the same thing countless of times, you help Kara climb in and you follow her without thought.

Mom is going to check on you both and she won’t be mad if you decided to crash Kara’s nap.

You have done it before and you know you will keep doing it.

As long as your veggies are gone, Mom doesn’t care if you nap with Kara or not.

Your sister hurriedly pops her pacifier in her mouth and wiggles under the red blanket, the lower half of her footed blue pajamas sticking out. You quickly get rid of your pants, tossing them over the railing and you snuggle against Kara’s back.

You two slow your breathing and wait.

And wait.

And… Kara’s asleep, the sucking sounds she makes are steady and faint, letting you know that you are on your own now.

But, your eyes feel stuffy and your tummy is so full.

Kara’s heat is solid against you and you wiggle again, stealing some of the blanket from her.

Kara whines and you echo the sound. You hate sleeping with pants but you hate being cold and you always get cold when you nap.

A slight weight settles over you. You crack an eye open and you see Mom leaning down over the railing, fixing your grey comforter over both of you. “Shh, little Firefly,” she whispers. “Go back to sleep.”

You shift, turning on your back.

You blink heavily when Mom reaches down and takes your thumb from your mouth and replace it with one of Kara’s pacifiers.

You frown and groggily reach for it, tugging.

You are not a baby.

“Ah, ah. No Alex,” Mom scolds you lightly. “Leave it. No thumb sucking for you.”

You whine.

“No, love.” She starts caressing your brow, smoothing it with her fingertips. “Shh, Firefly. Go to sleep.”

You blink once, but then you can’t open your eyes.

Mom’s humming low and you are pulled to the sound, to the ease it makes you feel.

As you start drifting, you start imagining what new adventure your sister and you will get into.

Once you wake up, you will help Kara defeat the dwarf that haunts the sandbox in the backyard.

Once you eat dinner, Kara and you will fly into space and jump between galaxies fighting pirates in Mom’s office while she works for a little while.

Once Dad gets home you will have a bath and this time is Kara’s turn to save the duckies from the evil shark.

And once you go to bed, you will defend Kara from the monsters under the bed and in the closet. You will snuggle with her and keep all the bad dreams away.

And tomorrow…

Tomorrow you will have lots of more adventures and no one, no dragon, no Brussels sprouts, no dwarfs, no space-pirates, no shark and no monster will ever defeat you.

‘Cause you’re the Danvers Sisters and you should come with a warning.

[imaginethisisagoodname]

Big spoilers for C2 below (this includes the tags, I try to be vague in them but if you really want to avoid spoilers skip them)

I also don’t have a good conclusion to this so it’s mainly just some guesses but not really anything else

So when we find out Elgas real name, Calliope and Barney’s kids names, Titus and Samson, they sound like weird names, which they would be now, because they’re really old. Titus was a Roman emperor who ruled from 79-81 CE and is known for being the conquer of Jerusaleum and in Greek it means title of honor, and Samson was an Israelite warrior and judge and was really strong and his name means sun And it’s kinda cool that Micah gave them these names and I don’t know if they mean anything, but they might. Also both of them are from the Bible so that’s kinda cool.

I suppose Samson could be a play on words like sun vs son but I really don’t know.

But they also have Elgas birth name Calliope, wich is the name of the oldest of the nine muses, and the muse of epic poetry and eloquence which isn’t super Elga. I don’t really know why Micah gave her this name, but it probably wasn’t a name from internet people so it must have some purpose.

Calliope dose mean beautiful voice in Greek so it could’ve just been that he was referencing Elgas nice acent?

Her mom was also the goddess of memory which is kinda ironic and could also be Micah referencing the fact that she lost her memory?

But some other stuff about her that doesn’t mean anything (as far as I can tell) is that in some interpretations she is a water nymph, her dad is Zeus, she’s the mom of Linus and Orpheus, she was often depicted with her sisters, some say she was homers muse for the Iliad and the Odyssey, she was sometimes referred to as the mother/chief of all muses, she was also sometimes said to be the mother of the sirens and her symbols were the lyre, tablet and stylus.

I’m willing to bet Micah named her off my first 2 guesses but he could’ve had some other plan and I just think it’s interesting that when given to name Barneys sons he named them after biblical people but for his daughter he names her after a Greek muse. And the Elga thing just feels kinda interesting to me but if anyone else knows anything else please tell me.

Also here’s some pictures of calliope in greeek mythology just because I think it’s interesting