#is he a dragon with a human form or a human with a dragon form?

[binmeister]

Morally Grey - Headcanon / notes

Saja Boys x Demon Assistant! Reader (Fem)

Thinking about a demon assistant!reader instead of a demon manager!reader because you’re not actually managing their activities, you’re not scheduling events or doing all the things expected of someone to manage them. You’re there to assist their plan.

More headcanon-y than the normal stuff, just wanted to get the ideas jotted down and not that invested in writing a full story. Primarily still follows most of the movie plot. Title means nothing it just sounded cool in my head.

CW: potential angst, unformatted and not proofread, fan HC heavy, may contain mature / dark themes, these are just my loose HCs and notes

Premise

There’s demons that feast on human souls and take pride in it, but there’s also demons that still have remnants of their humanity in tact - that fight back against Gwi-Ma as their little ‘fuck you’ to him. What if you were like that?

He had no hold over you, you were disinterested in the memories he tries to control you with - your loved ones had been dead for centuries it doesn’t matter what you do now, what’s done is done and you accepted that already. Gwi-Ma wanted control and he’ll get it one way or another.

So you’re forced to assist with Jinu’s plan, despite your obvious disinterest. Despite your clear distain at the idea of hurting people. But you go along with it because Abs wanted to spend time with you, because Mystery asked you sweetly and because Jinu looked at you like he was on the verge of breaking apart.

Curse your remaining empathy.

You didn’t really care for whatever plots or schemes Gwi-Ma demanded of you, at this day and age if you remember right you’re maybe at 450 years of existence give or take - not accounting for the 20 or so years you were actually human

The first 50 years of him tormenting you with the memories of your family or loved ones had stopped meaning anything, at this rate you’ve spent more time as a demon than you ever did alive with them so what do these memories even mean anymore? He could conjure up a dragon and say that it was your father and you’d believe him at this point - because it stopped meaning anything to you

You’ve spat that at him, told him that directly to his dying flame - he was furious and burned you with your markings for hours before getting bored and tossing you aside: you’re just one of millions of demons, why does it matter anyway?

You weren’t alone in this, knew other demons who also functioned similarly where none of you could care less - what’s he gonna do anyway, eat you? Kill you? Not much of a threat if it means you’re free of purgatory from him

At this rate he keeps you and the other like-minded individuals like you alive to torture you but you’ve grown bored

Tired

He doesn’t stop any demons from sneaking to the surface when they’re able, he wants them to succeed in whatever scheme they want after all so it’s not anyone’s business what you do

And what do you do?

You sneak up in your once human form, clad in whatever time appropriate clothes matched the living and breathing humans around you and you walked amongst them, observed them, quietly adored them from afar

You just people watched.

Your not-so-secret little hobby as you watched people, watch their happy moments, their sad moments, their worst and best moments, you even had the privilege to watch a few souls from the time they were able to crawl to the time they were being laid to rest surrounded by people who loved and remembered them

That thought was what occasionally made you sad.. that no one remembered you, but realistically you didn’t remember you

You have a habit of keeping your human illusion on in hell, not always, just enough so you wouldn’t forget what you use to look like - a little scared that if you forget then there’s no evidence that you existed before, Gwi-Ma tried to use that against you and you didn’t fight back just let it happen and then he got bored because you weren’t screaming or fearful

Aside from demons with similar mindsets you’re close with the demons that eventually become the Saja Boys, not because you sought them out but because it just lined up - all relatively tossed into hell at similar time periods

Baby shares what he remembers of his life with you, his face is so young and when he talks about the desperation he faced you feel bad for him but admit that you don’t.. know how to comfort him.. that you’ve forgotten

But he doesn’t stop you whenever you seem to think he feels down, doesn’t stop you when you pull him into your arms and softly hum some tune that you’ve memorised from one of your human retreats

You teach him how to read, when he admitted that he wasn’t sure what that was - each era that goes by you bring him a piece of literature that you’ve smuggled in from the surface and you sit down and teach him what things mean - what words are what, what the current trend of slang is

Mystery had lashed out at you on your first meeting, unable to fathom what he had become and he was feral - but you didn’t look at him in anger or disgust, just sadness

And it made him hate you for a while. Every time he encountered you, he’d growl and swipe at you but you never fought back, just let him do what he wanted as he cuts at your arm for the umpteenth time and occasionally you’d smuggle something delicious for him and offer it as a peace offering

Eventually he’d been at peace with you, opened up a little about himself and when he feels like he’s losing who he becomes.. you tell him what he told you, remembering the pieces of himself that he had started to forget and it’s enough to keep him satiated for a while as you two often just sit in silence together the times where you aren’t able to escape

Abs had admitted to you one day when he had tagged along with you on your people watching escapade that he didn’t remember anything from his previous life

He’d been wiped clean, the only thing that torments him is just an overwhelming sense of guilt or rage that gets ramped up when Gwi-Ma isn’t happy with him but other than that it’s.. empty up there.. which seemed worse in your opinion

When you first met him he didn’t emote much, expression neutral most of the time and then you and Jinu teach him how to feel again, feel things other than the guilt and rage and he learns to laugh even though he doesn’t remember why it’s important, on his second century he figures out why it’s fun to laugh again but he manages to suppress Gwi-Ma’s influence over that

Romance is scared of you. You notice immediately when Abs and Jinu introduce him when they come across him when he first lands in hell, he’s terrified of you in particular 

He’s not scared of Abs’ or Jinu’s height or frames, he’s scared of you - because you’re a woman, or at least once were a woman 

He notices that you stop getting in his space, that whenever he shows up and sits on the ground you’ll shift over so you’re not touching him - he realises that you know he’s scared of you but you’re not disgusted or annoyed by it, you’re still talking to him and engaging in conversation with him when he joins in and over time he steadily becomes more comfortable and initiates conversation with you

At some point he’s stopped flinching if your knees accidentally bump against each other, instead he gives you a smile and his eyes sparkle with warmth - something so foreign to all of you

Jinu is.. someone that you have a mutual respect with is how to word it

He’s the most affected by his memories and it often leads to arguments and walking on eggshells, the entirety of the centuries you knew him there’d be days he was alright - bantering with everyone, engaging in conversations

Then there’s other days where the memories are loud and he snaps at you in particular, because he admits that he hates the fact that you’re not suffering like he was and you admit to him that you envy him. Envy the fact that he still remembers what they meant to him. When he asks you to elaborate you point out that you’ve spent more time with Abs and Baby in the last year of knowing them in comparison to the 2 decades you had with your supposed family, you honestly didn’t even know if they were your family in the first place because sometimes there were inconsistencies in the torment - the faces blurred

“I envy the fact that they mean anything to you.” “What?” “They stopped meaning anything to me after he dangled the memories over my head for half a century.. I’ve known all of you longer than 5 of my human life spans could fathom. And you expect me to cling onto people that I don’t remember anymore?”

Most of your interactions are neutral, sometimes even good, then Gwi-Ma yanks on the leash he has on Jinu and he pulls away again

I have a HC that Jinu is the most active for this plan and the others had just followed his lead bc there wasnt much else to do honestly and it sounded kinda fun to do, they’ve got so much time on their hands and had just existed for years without really doing much aside from occasionally going up and sapping a soul or two - and with Gwi-Ma weakening they had 0 issues being on stand by but they see how Jinu is falling apart by the day and want to help him because they did learn to care

When Jinu discloses his plan, you were originally going to skip the congregation and just go people watch like you always did but Abs had grabbed your hand before you could sneak away and begged you to be there - just be a bystander because it’d for them

What you don’t expect is for Gwi-Ma to accept the proposal. For his twisted and sick fiery head to lift you up out of the crowd and force you up the stairs and slam you onto the stone flooring as you grunt out in pain, telling you on the spot that you’ll be responsible for assisting Jinu in his little scheme - when you deny him and fight back he amps up the torture, forces the others to watch as he burns you and watches you writhe in pain until you crack and agree in front of the crowd - in front of the guys

The moment you are released you’re silent, your body feeling like it was made of molten lava as you nod blankly because the pain is too much to bare for once and he laughs at your suffering - you hear the distant laughter of other demons as they follow his lead albeit hesitantly

Getting dismissed after Gwi-Ma and Jinu have their moment you don’t speak to any of them, not when Abs asks if you’re okay, not when Mystery tries to reach out to you or when Romance or Baby try to catch your eye, Jinu even tries to catch you but you refuse to look at any of them as you try to process what’s due to happen

Jinu isn’t talking to you like before, instead primarily speaking of the plan and you all collectively ignore the elephant in the room that is what little there is left of your morals being tested for this plan - to break the honmoon and let Gwi-Ma reign supreme

Your tasks as the ‘assistant’ isn’t that much, primarily sharing what you know about the current world, because you have the most experience with the modern times and when they show you their human forms you cringe at their ugly outfits - Abs  is the least offensive as he’s gone with you before on your people watching excursions but the others’.. are rough

you tell them that you’ll be the one to co-ordinate their outfits, things that will compliment them and make them look good and they’re all sceptical - even Abs

you grumble as a puff of pink smoke engulfs you briefly, now changed into one of your well-dressed outfits alongside your human form and they all pause - it’s not the usual hoodies you’d wear to blend in, it’s something nice that compliments your figure and suits your skin tone

you’ve even done your hair so it’s styled nicely with a cute matching hair pin and they begrudgingly agree to being dressed by you

you had broken down current music trends, explained what could make stand out in the current scope of tough bad boy music and girl crush music - something light and refreshing would break the market (prior to this plan you had shared this information as part of your usual info snippets when they asked about whats going on above, not knowing jinu was using this information for the plan)

when you’re tasked to help them secure a venue, Jinu already knows you have a place in mind and tasks the other guys with getting that information out of you

He knows youre not invested, knows youre trying to hide information but he knows as well that you cant help but offer up info to people when they ask with earnest

Mystery asks you, takes the time to take you aside and quietly asks you where you think a good place to go would be and youre hesitant but instead of describing it.. you take him with you so he can see himself

You warn him that it will be loud, it will be busy, you know he comes up the least aside from Jinu so you tell him if its overwhelming to let you know 

When you lead him to the public square he’s a little tripped out, looking blankly at all the shiny buildings and wow that ones made of almost all glass- but he follows your direction as you point out where you think would be a good spot to try for, then he asks about what else is in the area

And you tell him with this little sparkle in your eye what you know, about the little food stalls, about how on Mondays theres a little farmer that comes in with his truck and fresh crops he sells at a low rate bc hes so proud of himself, about how theres usually a lot more teens on a Friday as theyre running around hanging out and prolonging the inevitable of having to go home to do more homework

The sound of the crowd is drowned out to him as he focusses on your voice alone, doesnt even notice when a person or two bumps into him on their way by and apologises about it bc hes so wrapped up on whatever youre describing - the little snippets of genuine joy as you share small unimportant observations 

When you return back later he thanks you for taking him and he sees the smile on your face turn cold, but you still muster up the energy to say “you’re welcome” as your patterns surface

The first performance, the guilt is already steadily building up as you see people so excited about the Saja Boys debut

You’re watching them perform off to the side, looking at all the people so excited about the impromptu performance and cheering

Your heart feels full watching how happy everyone is for a moment you forget about the plan, a smile on your face as you get to witness their fleeting moments of joy

You don’t notice the hunters, and the hunters dont notice you, as you slip away from the crowd once the performance is done and you dont meet up with the boys again

Instead you wander aimlessly, appreciating the warmth of the afternoon sun and the bustling of the crowd

The peace

Abs appears abruptly, bringing an arm to wrap it around your shoulders in a playful manner but before he can, the words asking about how their performance was to you die on his tongue as he just observes your serene expression as you continued to look at the people around you

He doesnt interrupt you, letting his arm drop and just watching with a calm expression on his face and waits for you to notice him before he asks you how you thought they did

“I liked it.. you guys are good.” At your small praise, the way your lips curl into a genuine smile, it makes him feel something and it feels good

“..i wonder if it will be okay..” you murmured softly but he heard it, heard the hesitation and guilt leaking in but he doesnt engage - instead just follows you around as you continue to look around and enjoy your little hobby - the pretence of being human

After the game show that night, after their scuffle with the hunters - they come looking for you because they know you wouldnt go back right away, Jinu had split from them when he had his moment with Rumi

They catch you observing from a ways away, staring at something down by the street and they follow your line of sight to where theres a few teenagers recording themselves doing the Soda Pop dance, laughing and making fun of each other as they redo the take

You look sad as you watch them, they watch you hug yourself and the way you scratch at your arms slightly  like you need to self soothe - hear you whisper “they’re so young..”

No one says anything but Baby does go up and drops his head on your shoulder and you jolt, not expecting the contact and you almost turned to punch him had he not wrapped a familiar arm around your waist and quietly mumbled in his low voice that “you’re normally happier when you watch them (humans)”

He doesnt hear you reply but he feels you tense up under his arm, then youre all groaning as Gwi-Ma starts murmuring in your heads before youre all pulled down and into the crowd of awaiting demons

You dispel your human form first, breaking contact with Baby as everyones cheering and gushing over the boys - you slink into the crowd and out of the spotlight

Then someone screams about the soul dropping from the sky and you feel your stomach drop as you watch the light come down

The boys had dispelled their appearances by now, looking exhausted at the act they’d put on all day and you don’t stay long enough to see Jinu appearing by Gwi-Ma as you rush to get away

Jinu’s first secret meeting with Rumi you had caught him, before she had appeared, you talked to him and asked him what he was planning and he shrugged and said its just a casual talk

But you know better, you know he can be cunning so you give him shit for it

“She’s a human girl, Jinu. Her heart is fragile.” “She’ll get over it.” “She won’t.”

You’re frustrated at him, at his dismissive nature as he shrugs you off and tells you to piss off, before you leave you say over your shoulder that you “..hope you’re not playing around with her for fun. Thought you were at least above that.”

After he’s done messing with Rumi he seeks you out, not really knowing he’s actively doing it when he comes across you overlooking the city at some lookout area and just quietly observing it - the city lights frame you as you lean against the railing and it makes him misstep and almost fumble over himself

Your head turns to look at him flailing to look cool and you don’t laugh, just raise an eyebrow at him and you dont even smile because youre still pissed off at him

He gives you an awkward smile as he comes up to lean against the railing as well and neither of you say anything until you say something before he can

“You know what she is now, don’t you?”

Hes surprised, questions you on how you know and you shrug at him saying plainly that youve been around long enough to spot her when she’s having a meltdown in a not so private area here and there when she thinks no ones around to hear her cry

“..Jinu don’t play with her heart.” You say it like a plea and he scoffs a little, running a hand through his hair as he’s adamant that she’ll get over it and its not that big of a deal and you finally cut him down with

“You’ve had 400 years, to get over yourself. And you expect her to get over this in her time alive? You’re playing with her heart.” He freezes for a moment before his anger flares up in return “Stay out of my business.”

“I never wanted to be part of your business, you brought me into it.” You’re both furious, patterns on full display over your human skin as you glare at eachother

You knew why Gwi-Ma forced you to assist, yeah, you knew. Jinu was the one to call your name up because when you replay the memory of that moment in your head you see the regret and guilt on Jinu’s face as he watches you suffer for his benefit

The plan is succeeding, explosively at that - everywhere you went is their song playing, their human facades plastered everywhere and you feel conflicted

on one hand you should feel happy that their plan is succeeding, that things are going good

But then you feel sick at the fact that all these people are so happy and enjoying themselves without knowing they’re being used, someone’s late night snack could mean they become a demon’s late night snack

You’ve watched unsuspecting victims as demons lurk behind them and suck out their souls, there’s an instance where you attack a demon that’s about to feed off a young child and when they ask ‘Unnie what’re you doing?’ you smile at them and say that there was a big scary bee and you were trying to keep them safe as they squeal and hide behind you at that, that demon still remembers you and grumbles about it when he next sees you

There’s a moment where you’re down below, watching all the souls fall from the sky with the other Saja Boy members as you sit over a cliff to watch it all and you can’t stomach it knowing that it couldve been any of the faces that you’ve seen yourself - people who were oblivious because they were just trying to find some semblance of joy in their short life time

Romance catches you as you’re leaving, hand on your shoulder to stop you for a moment, then he sees the conflicted emotions in your eyes and he doesn’t stop you when you disappear from his grasp - just lets you go

So it leads you to the look out again, chest heavy as you look at the peace of the city knowing that your fellow demons are wrecking havoc and indulging in their hunger and greed

You can’t take it as the shame and guilt eats you alive, your patterns burn and you can hear Gwi-Ma cackling in your head as he mocks you and reminds you that it’s your fault for helping, your fault for assisting, has always been your fault for caring

In your past life time and now he reminds you that it was always your fault because all you did was care too much that you were blinded by it and would help anyone.. including the people who could turn on you at any point and then the blurred faces he used to torment you with are clear, faces of family friends you thought you could trust when you’d been ‘blessed’ by Gwi-Ma, the same faces that gleefully stole from you and abused you after you had helped them, the same that pointed and framed you for things you didn’t do which lead to your death as you were bludgeoned and thrown carelessly into the river 

Everything caves in and you’ve collapsed to your knees, heaving air into your lungs as the tears don’t stop and Gwi-Ma continues to laugh in your head as he distorts those old voices, the ones you thought you had forgotten as they all laugh at you for being a fool 

You don’t hear when footsteps approach you, you don’t hear the sound of a blade cutting through the air until you feel the relief of a cold blade pressed against your neck

“You.. you’re always around the Saja Boys.” You hear Mira’s voice as she speaks, her weapon gripped tightly in her hand as she holds it against your neck and you finally turn - eyes wide and expression frazzled as you realise the three hunters were surrounding you, weapons drawn and ready to end you if you move wrong

But they don’t expect you to lean into the sharp weapon, to press it deeper into your neck until it makes a cut and there’s blood leaking out as your hand tries and press it even deeper

“Wait- you can’t-” You hear Rumi’s voice and then you vaguely remember seeing a puff of smoke as familiar hands grab you and you’re taken away, to some secluded park and you vaguely remember hearing the sound of Romance’s voice as he calls out “Sorry, we’ll be taking our assistant home now.”

You’re quiet as you feel Abs arms hold you tight before he lets you down on the grass, lets you reorient yourself as you realise the four demons you’ve grown accustomed to had followed you up - watched you break down into your most vulnerable state and refused to let you go

No one says anything, no one reprimands you for being stupid and trying to get yourself killed, you feel Baby’s hand on the cut on your neck and he complains as he pulls it back and licks your blood off his hand before he leans down to make sure that your body is regenerating - even if you didn’t want it to it’s already done

You don’t look at them, your head is lowered as they watch your patterns shift and seemingly consume what little skin there is that isn’t already covered in markings and they don’t force you to go back down with them - just quietly stay in the vicinity of you because they’d be disingenuous if they said they knew what you were feeling

Mystery drops a jacket on you and though their bodies are facing you, they keep their gaze away to give you some semblance of privacy as they let you continue to cry your eyes out until you’re throat is hoarse and you ask if they can take you back home

After Jinu has his moment with Rumi and Gwi-Ma drags him back down to mock him in front of everyone, he’s a little listless as he wanders about and gets himself sorted for their last performance - the one that will make a difference for everything

he doesn’t know  that you’ve encountered the hunters, doesn’t know that Rumi had hesitated on having you killed because she never mentioned you

As he’s getting dressed and prepared to look the role - the group and you in their dressing room as the last pieces of their plan comes together, you finally break and ask Jinu in front of the others “Don’t you feel selfish?” he pauses as he finishes buttoning up his shirt and he calmly responds that “No, the memories will be gone and I’ll be free”

“What about the people here?” You ask and point out that he’s lived for centuries and most of them will be lucky if they make it to a fraction of that with their memories and joy still in tact, clearly even less now with the approaching doomsday - you hear Abs try to interject and say that things are going smoothly but you and Jinu keep going at eachother

“Just because you lost your humanity doesn’t mean these people have to suffer for it.” Your voice was quiet, softer than normal but the words were loud and cut deep.

“I don’t want to suffer anymore.” Jinu responds - tone flat because he doesn’t want to hesitate anymore.

“So they should?” You snap at him.

“What would you know! Huh?” He whirls around finally, expression crazed as his voice rumbles.

“What do you know about me, Jinu? Tell me. What do you know about me. It’s always about your memories, always about how you feel, everyone walks on eggshells around you so tell me. What. Do. You. Know. About. Me. About anyone, about any of the guys.” You’re jabbing at his chest now, with each pointed word you’ve emphasised it with a pointed finger jabbing into his chest.

“I don’t-” 

“Did you know that Baby is illiterate?” Baby freezes, eyes downcast when Jinu looks at him in shock.

“What-” 

“That Mystery keeps to himself because he’s scared he’ll lash out at you guys and hurt you.” Mystery shrinks in on himself, self conscious as he instinctively starts playing with his hands.

“...” 

“That Abby doesn’t recall a damn thing from his past life and is still tormented.” Abs doesn’t pipe up, just stays leant against the wall with his arms crossed as he listens to everything happen.

“Wait I..-” 

“That Romance is actually terrified of women. Do you? Do you know anything about any of us?” Romance doesn’t say anything either, when Jinu meets his eye he just breaks the eye contact and fixes up his shirt.

“We’ve known you for centuries and you push us aside, now you’re using an innocent girl to get what you want.” 

“And how does that affect you? You’re a demon, like me.” Jinu is hurt, his throat tightening up and he feels like he’s about to burst into tears as he sees yours brimming before spilling down your face as you try to keep your voice steady.

“Because I believed that you were still human. And I was clearly wrong for that.” You left them after that, not storming out but steps confident as you excuse yourself and leave. As you trail further and further away from the room you hear Gwi-Ma roar in your head about how joyous that was to witness and soon you find yourself in front of him again.

Your human form is crumbling, the demonic part of you no longer trying to hide as you stare at the ground below your feet as Gwi-Ma giggles gleefully

“Ah.. how I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.” He comments as he absolutely revels in your suffering, then he continues on “Though.. would’ve preferred if you didn’t meddle with the others, they were doing so well without you making them feel free enough to think about anything but their suffering.”

You don’t scream when he attacks you, you don’t fight back as he ups the anti, you’ve already lost whatever war you’d been fighting against Gwi-Ma as he finally consumes you now that you’re pitiful and broken 

The final steps of the plan are succeeding, Huntrix has publicly broken up now and Jinu and the boys deliver the message on the last special performance - keeping up the pretty faces for the announcement before they allow themselves to get ready to perform in their true forms

They don’t know you’ve been consumed by Gwi-Ma, he’s gotten some low level demon to borrow your appearance and apologise to the boys - to trick them into thinking you were alive and well and on  board with the plan

They’re confused, don’t believe it’s you but they don’t have time to explore that as they need to get on stage now - ‘you’ wave at them and as the song starts they catch the demonic grin that slips onto ‘your’ face and they realise that sensation they had earlier like something important had been cut from the sliver of a soul they had left was the real you - that you were gone now

[polarspaz]

Dragonheart AU

Here's some random Dragon Anakin stuff!

In Order to return to human form, Anakin must be calm and relaxed, but that's a hard thing to achieve when you're in the middle of a war. That's why more often than not, Anakin usually only transforms back into his human self again when he passes out, or manages to fall asleep.

-He's in no danger of transforming while flying since he'll instinctively land before the change can happen, but flying is a good way for him to get rid of his excess/nervous energy that he's always plagued with, especially after a nasty fight.

-The most embarrassing aspect of this whole affair is that Anakin's clothes don't change with him, meaning when he transforms back into human again, he's butt ass naked. Thankfully Obi-Wan usually gives Anakin his cloak or Rex manages to find a blanket for him to cover up before he can lose the majority of his dignity.

-That being said, it's not an uncommon sight to see Obi-Wan carrying a passed out Anakin on his shoulder's, wrapped up in a blanket as they make their way from the hanger, considering it's the only place big enough on the ship to house Anakin in his dragon form.

-Dragon Anakin can talk, but his voice has a deep, distorted echo to it. It's also okay for him eat in any form as it's usually converted very quickly to energy to fuel his transformations. However if he does eat too much he will throw it up before hand.

-Anakin's scales deflect blaster fire and most lasers, even a lightsaber will not cut through his scales unless it hits the same spot, multiple times. His major weakness though is water, as he unable to swim properly with his missing arm and large wings.

[sonrium]

The invasion had been nothing like any before. Effective in its simplicity. The invaders came from nowhere, gave no warning, and made no contact whatsoever. Billions upon billions of ships surrounded Earth so thickly it blocked out the sun like a curtain, engulfing the world in an endless void of black. The planet cooled in a matter of hours, changing air currents tore the world apart with endless storms, plants died, and supplies were running thin.

No matter how many ships they were destroyed, what slivers of light they opened up lasted only moments.

The world was suffocating.

The only reason they resorted to such drastic measures as summoning the King of the Infinite Realms was because if the world was ending anyway, they didn't have much to lose.

In the biggest ritual room in the Watchtower, Constantine cast the dice.

The Kings voice fractured dimensions and was barely contained by his most powerful translation spell. It still grated against his soul with every word. The judger of gods and the restless dead had shown itself to fitting of the title, with a wit sharper than its teeth. None of Constantine's usual tricks worked. Careful wording, double entendres, offering his soul... nothing. The King didn't even seem to have pride or vanity that Constantine could leverage or manipulate either. It simply refused everything offered.

After the JL and Constantine exhausted every other avenue they had left, he reluctantly agreed on behalf of the Earth to the price it would name after it eliminated the invasion. NO conditions. At least this way, there was a chance that some of humanity would be spared.

When Constantine shook the King's 'hand' binding the contract, its grin activated every primal fear in his DNA. Pure, unadulterated terror washed through him like dry ice crystalizing outward from the contact into every cell of his body. It hit Constantine that he was out of his depth and had no idea what he was dealing with. Under the monstrous form of limbs, claws, and tail made of the eternal abyss accented by the light of creation was an abomination beyond any eldritch entity he could comprehend.

And that was the smile of a dragon playing with a mouse.

Without another word, the ruler of the Infinite Realms turned to the window that appeared as a pitch black wall and waved the limb Constantine shook. The sky turned a blinding, unbroken green. As quickly as it came, it vanished, and in its place, the sun shone like any other day. The Watchtower hadn't even shuddered.

To Constantine's senses, it was as if everything in a certain range from the surface of the Earth had been sliced from existence with surgical precision. The fabric of reality knitted itself back together so perfectly, no signs that gaping hole in reality had been there at all.

Constantine breathed a sigh of relief. It was over. Now, it was time to find out what fire-

But the King wasn't done. It swept its 'hand' down toward the Planet. The change was immediate. The ice that encased half the planet melted, hurricanes vanished, and vegetation bloomed. It wasn't a reset to a previous point in time. No. This was much more nuanced. Constantine could feel it.

Everything that had died was gone, but dead plants were replaced by new growth, displaced wildlife was returned to their homes with a boost to help them restore their biomes, frostbite and starvation was healed, and structures and buildings were repaired if the rapidly vanishing damage to the Watchtower was any indication.

It did not fix everything. Anything that was broken, sick, or contentious from before the invasion remained so. Earth's problems remained.

...That hadn't been part of the deal.

The King had done that of its own volition. It set Constantine's teeth on edge. The only reason it would do that was to show its absolute control. The worst part was it worked.

Constantine really hadn't comprehended what he unleashed until that moment. He'd faced countless beings capable of far greater destruction, but healing the fundamental makeup of the world like it was an afterthought?

Cold sweat broke out under Constantine's coat. He'd gotten what he asked for, but now, it was time to pay the piper.

"About my payment, there is someone you must find and bring to me. He is mine."

...

This was fine. This was totally and completely fine.

How this unknowable entity from beyond every reality knew the name of Richard Grayson, Constantine wasn't going to question.

One soul as payment was a goddamned miracle of miracles. A pipe dream that Constantine still wasn't sure he believed. He had been expecting the enslavement of their souls at the very least or blood sacrifices until the end of time. So the loss of one silver spoon licking wanker from Bludhaven, the literal rotting trash heap worse than Gotham, was nothing.

Or at least it should have been if it wasn't for Batman.

To summarize an extremely vicious and contentious series of events that almost resulted in the dismantling of the Justice League: the King of the Infinite Realms refused to change its demand and stopped responding to any attempts at conversation, and after weeks of back and forth, the Bats ONLY agreed to allow Grayson to talk with the King for the explicite purpose of finding an alternative payment.

While all this went on, the King had done nothing but silently watch the stars with an ever-shifting number of toxic green eyes. That type of cold impatience left Constantine terrified what price they would pay for the delay. Batman had no understanding of how precarious their situation was.

After the Bats' failed to make any technology work in the presence of the King in the hopes of a video call, here they finally were with the sacrifice in tow, walking down a hall of the Watchtower to the ritual room. Every Bat and Bird was equipped to the nines and surrounding this average looking chap like a living shield.

Constantine didn't know what all the fuss was about. This Grayson bloke repeatedly vocalized from within the wall of bodies his willingness to hand over his soul. Called it a fair trade. Good lad.

"You will not sacrifice yourself. That's an order." Batman's voice was harsher than Constantine had ever heard it.

"It's my life. They saved everyone and everything I care about. That's more than enough."

Constantine stopped with his hand on the door.

"Denied. We will find another way. This will only be a discussion. Understood?"

To cut off the argument that had been cycling on repeat since they entered the tower, Contantine interjected, "Yes! For the last time, it's completely contained within the binding circle. Can't affect anything outside it since it completed its end of the bargain. The only thing it can do is talk." Constanine opened the door without waiting for the go-ahead. "Fair warning, if your ears start to bleed, that's normal."

Batman glared at him as they stepped inside without another word to stand before the King.

It gazed out into space with its back to them, none of the multitudinous green eyes were visible as it gazed out at the universe. Constantine closed the door and stepped off to the side of the Bats. Standing close to the object of a master of gods fury generally wasn't good for one's health.

Constantine cleared his throat, praying that the world would still be in tact after this. "Your Majesty, we have brought Richard Grayson as you requested."

Everything stilled around the King, every indistinct shifting particle of its being froze as if the very fabric of reality was holding its breath (Which was a terrifying possibility).

Slowly, ever so slowly, it turned.

Every one of the King's eyes was focused solely on Grayson. Constantine doubted it even registered that anybody else was there.

The King's form evaporated like mist in a swirl of light.

It was replaced by a man stood with his feet on the ground wearing simple black clothing, the crown above his head the only adornment. It shimmered and rippled like a living curtain of the aurora borealis. His features were too sharp to be fully human. His eyes glowed the same unnatural shade as before, and his hair flowed like an etherial white fog, swaying and insubstancial.

Then the King stepped out of the circle like it wasn't there, shoes silent against the hard floor.

Constantine felt like he shit a house in shock.

Every bat jumped into fighting stances. Warnings turned into demands, then threats as he approached. Constantine jumped in doing his best at damage control, but he was too late as everything devolved into violence.

The King didn't react to any of it as he stopped in front of them. Every attack went straight through him.

"...Robin?"

The voice was breathless and thin with only a slight echo. Sorrow, yearning, and love all wrapped around that single word like a lifeline. The King's face was open and vulnerable in desperate hope.

Grayson stood stock still at the center, refusing the arms that tried to pull him to safety as he stared back in shocked wonder.

"...Tata?"

The quiet call of 'father' cut through the chaos like a stone to glass.

"My little robin. My boy." Tears glimmered in the King's eyes, and a tender smile lit up his face like a beacon. His arms made an aborted motion to reach out when something uncertain flickered through his expression.

Dick vaulted forward, latching every one of his limbs around the man so tightly as to never let go and burying his face into the crooks of his father's neck. "Tata!" He heaved in wet sobs.

The King clung back, cradling him and humming a quiet lullaby. "I thought you followed me, but I couldn't find you. I have never been happier to be wrong. Oh how you've grown."

Before long, the King was quietly mingling with the Bats like a freaking person. Constantine stayed well out of it, wondering why the King hadn't taken his prize and killed them all already.

A voice that was way too soft to be Batman but was definitely coming out of Batman jolted Constantine out of his suble creep toward the door. "One father to another, would you allow Dick a little more time before you collect his soul? He is young, and this world would be a darker place without him."

The King's face contorted in confusion. Then, his head snapped glare at Constantine with daggers he could actually feel against his skin. "Is that what took so long? I never said anything about taking anybody's soul. I just asked to see my son."

Constantine decided this was an excellent time to make his exit. In a flash of sparks, Constantine was in the House of Mysteries safe and sound and out of whatever bullshit he stumbled into.

...until a voice filtered into his head. "We will have words later."

Note: pointed out in a Tumblr post that I can't find (if you know it @ me so I can credit), Daniel means "God is my judge," so I choose to believe that when "Danny Phantom" is filtered through Constantine's imperfect magic translation, it comes out as "I am the judger of gods and the restless dead" because that is cool as hell and sounds like a proper introduction for the literal Master of the Infinite.

The portal has been closed. Danny no longer has access to the infinite realms. So he decides to travel.

He found a traveling circus to join. He met a beautiful woman and changed his name. He had a child that’s he loves more than the world. His life is good.

Until he’s murdered. Being fully ghost means he’s stuck in the infinite realms with no way to see his little boy. His robin.

That is until the justice league needs help from the ghost king.

[rhiangalaxy]

Doodle request: dragon sj, maybe zhujiu

"Ah..So this is why Junshang liked Lady Su so much-" Thanks for the rq!! :D

[ID: A Scum Villain Doodle. In the top left Dragon! Shen Jiu leans over someone with a glare, his wings spread threateningly as he shouts "What are you doing in MY territory." In the bottom right Zhuzhi Lang is his more human like form lays back in the grass, SJ's hands holding his shoulders down. He looks up at SJ with a flustered expression. End ID]

[quietplace26]

Furina!MC au: Stuck in a r18 Smut Novel and the Yandere Loves Me Instead- ...Why is the Title so Long?!

Warnings: OCness, Cringe, Leviathan as pre-Neuvillette's name, dubious consent but Furina!MC grows to like it, some lewdness but nothing too ranchy 😉

It all started with a gag gift one of her friends gave her on her birthday.

An innocent little novel called "Love Within the Rain". The cover art was innocent as well, with a gorgeous girl with white hair (Focalors) smiling serenely as she danced on a stage with rain drops falling on her graceful form.

Again, it looked innocent enough... but then MC flips it open to a random page, and OH GOD, she quickly realizes it was a smut novel!

With a squeak, MC chucks the book away... only to pick it up several minutes later and slowly start to read it.

Curse her curiosity!

To put it bluntly, it was not only smut, but also HORROR, with lots of gore, violence, and other disturbing content.

Plots wise it revolved around Focalors De Fontaine, a lovely young princess of the nation of justice, Fontaine, which was currently at war with the Dragons.

One day, her mother, Queen Egeria, gifts her a special slave... a Dragon. But not just any Dragon, the strongest, the oldest, the KING... The Hydro Dragon Sovereign, Leviathan.

Focalors would then care for her new slave, helping him recover, and even returning his stolen authority to him with the promise he would stop the war for good and bring peace between both species.

...However, he lies.

He kills Focalors' whole family and takes her as his woman, doing everything possible to keep her by his side and make her love him.

This was as yandere as they come!

Of course, there was no happy ending for either of them. Focalors manages to kill Leviathan in the end, leaving Focalors broken and alone.

MC just shakes her head as she tossed the book away once again. What a load of garbage! Oh, she was so getting back at her friend for giving her this thing the next time she sees them!

Annoyed by what she read, MC settles down for the night... only to wake up somewhere different the next day and in a different body!

As for who she ended up as, she was horrified to realize she was Furina, Focalors younger twin sister. The same Furina that would end up dying by the Hydro Sovereign's claws later on in the plot!

Covering her mouth, Furina!MC holds in the urge to scream as she realizes she was destined to die. What was she going to do?!

Slowly getting used to her new life, Furina!MC spends most of the first weeks settling in and trying not to draw attention to herself.

It wasn't that hard, shockingly. Apparently, despite Focalors speaking so fondly of her sister in the novel, 'Furina' wasn't that popular in her family.

Compared to Focalors, 'Furina' was but a pebble in her presence. Easily forgotten or barely tolerated. No in-between. It was honestly saddening, in a way.

But maybe she could work with this... if she's barely noticed, maybe she could run before it got bad...

Yes, one would think Furina!MC could try to save her new 'family', but a few weeks in her new 'family' and she knew it was a failure waiting to happen.

Focalors was just too naive? Entitled? She wouldn't listen to her silly little 'sister', and there was just no helping her 'Mother', Egeria, either.

It would just be easier if she escaped on her own...

But before she could even plan her escape, her 'Mother' called for a family meeting in the throne room... and at the center of the room, laid a chained beast.

It was a Dragon. It was the Hydro Dragon Sovereign, Leviathan.

Like in the novel, Queen Egeria presents the hissing and snarling dragon to Focalors as a gift, who in turned gasped all demurely, turning to talk to her mother more, but Furina!MC couldn't stop staring at the Sovereign.

This was the one who would kill her if she stayed in this castle, so of course she felt terror... so why on earth did she also feel sorrow when looking at him?

He killed Focalors' family, waged war on the humans till none was left, and tortured Focalors to try to make her love him... but all Furina!MC could see at the moment was a hurt man, chained and humiliated.

Her sad expression must've caught his attention as the Sovereign's eyes zeros in on her face, making her squeak and glance away timidly.

She tries not to think of the odd moment too much as she returns to her room for the night, focusing on plotting her escape route before Focalors has a chance to return his authority to him, thus letting him go on a killing spree in the castle.

But of course, things happen, as she wakes up later that night to chains dragging across her bedroom floor and her bed shifting as something big climbs on it...

Furina!MC's mumbles sleepily in confusion as her eyes slowly flutter open, and yelps when she notices a large figure crouching menacingly over her smaller form.

"W-wha- Mmph?!"

A large, clawed hand quickly clamps over her mouth, silencing her startled cry, and only then does she truly see her intruder. Crouching over her was the Hydro Sovereign himself, staring silently down at her with glowing draconic eyes of lilac.

How did he get in here?! He should be in Focalors' room, letting her 'sister' tend to his wounds, so why-

Furina!MC squeaks, the sound muffled by the Sovereign's hand, as the large male buries his face into her neck, sniffing her skin in an animalistic fashion. It made her cheeks flush a dark red at not only by his closeness but also the sounds he made.

Deep, guttural growls and snarls fill her room along with Furina!MC's muffled whimpers of confusion as he continued smelling her, scenting her.

It was scary. Furina!MC had never once been in a situation like this with another man. Not even in her past life! She was as virgin as they come! So why-

Something wet flicks against her neck then, making her gasp. Apparently, the Sovereign was done scenting her and was now... licking her neck??

It was a weird feeling, being licked. So slimy... Why was he licking her?

At this point she had her fingers nervously curled into his ratty shirt that he's most likely been wearing since he was captured, not pushing him away, but just... holding on. It wasn't like she could push him away, anyhow.

And judging by how sharp his teeth felt, Furina!MC didn't want to tempt fate.

This action seems to please the Sovereign as his snarls and growls tempered off into a rough but quieter purring sound as he continues gently lapping at her neck before starting to nibble on it lightly.

.... By time the first hints of daylight start to trickle into the room, the Sovereign had removed his hand from Furina!MC's mouth, confidant she wouldn't yell for help anymore as the 'princess' panted softly, eyes teary and dazed as he finally, FINALLY pulled away from her now sensitive neck, no doubt cover in bite marks and bruises.

She was a mess, and he didn't even attempt to actually touch her her body or even rip her clothes off. He only covered her mouth with one hand and attacked her neck, nothing more.

So why did she feel so debauched? So... she felt so shy thinking this but also aroused. Her thighs clenched together, trying to fight that odd heat in her core as she watches in confusion as the Sovereign got off her bed, his chains clinking as he silently left her room...

This incident heavily confuses and rattles Furina!MC. Why, why did Leviathan do what he did? She wasn't Focalors. He should be focusing on her, not on Furina!MC, so why...

Furina!Mc shivers as she lightly traces one of the bite marks on her neck that morning as she got ready for the day. It was tender still, like all the other bite marks and bruises.

She was lucky enough to find a dress with a high enough collar to cover the marks, but she still froze when she saw Leviathan enter the dining room with Focalors.

Apparently, Focalors wanted to properly introduce her new slave to her family.

Focalors: "Everyone, this is Neuvillette. Please be kind to him, ok?"

Furina!MC barely holds in a flinch when she catches the utter rage in the Sovereign's eyes at being called 'Neuvillette'.

Well, she couldn't blame him. Being named like this showed his new position more. A slave. A pet even.

His eyes then zero in on her again, and for a split second, she swears she saw him smirk as he saw her outfit before swiftly returning to his stoic expression as he listened to his new 'mistress' talk.

Suddenly, Furina!MC plan to escape the plot and her upcoming supposed death seemed to have gotten much harder...

And it's the truth. Because after that, Neuvillette starts sneaking into her room every few nights, and then just every night in general.

And while the sane thing would be to call for anyone, Furina!MC was much too scared to do so. And would anyone believe her?

Considering how people here in this world treated her in general, they'd probably think she was trying to steal Focalors' new 'pet' or something...

Furina!MC couldn't risk being called out for something she didn't do and gaining unwanted attention. So, she stays quiet, silently praying that the Hydro Sovereign would grow bored and go back to Focalors.

But of course, that doesn't happen.

Sometimes he would just lay with in bed with her, rumbling out words in dragon tongue as he held her like a delicate jewel.

Which was odd and unnerving considering how the claws that held her so gently were the same ones destined to kill her in the future.

Other times he did what he did the first night and scented her heavily before licking and marking her neck till Furina!MC felt floaty in her head and warmth in her core.

Neuvillette always purrs when she became like this, but even still, he never touches her. At most, he just holds her but keeps his hands far away from any inappropriate spots.

It was all so confusing to poor Furina!MC. He was making her body and mind act weird...

Every time he laid with her, his larger body curled around her, holding her gently, face nuzzling into her, licking and nibbling on the tender skin there... Her mind drifts more and more.

The fear she originally and rightfully had of him was slowly but surely disappearing, whether she wanted it to or not...

And as more time passes, Furina!MC soon realizes couldn't sleep if the Sovereign wasn't with her in bed.

She couldn't even focus during the day if he hadn't done his usual scenting of her neck the night before or at least leaving a mark or two on her now very sensitive neck.

It only grew worse when he finally brought kisses to the mix. His kisses... They were so rough, sloppy... and wet.

She couldn't stop the whines that would come out if he forgot to kiss her at least once every night.

She.... She's really become a needy mess.

It was very much becoming hazard now as Furina!MC still hadn't had a chance to properly plan her escape route yet!

And it's been a few months now! Once she hit the one-year mark in this world, the true plot of the novel will begin, and she'll die!

....Or at least that's what she used to think...

"...A-ah, Neuvillette..."

Breathy sighs fill Furina!MC's bedroom along with low growls as she squirmed under the dragon. Her face flush and eyes cloudy, small, dainty hands curl into the long white hair of the Hydro Sovereign, urging him closer to her neck.

She murmurs his name again, turning her head slightly to place a shy kiss to his head.

Neuvillette growled happily at her behavior, eagerly scenting her before switching to attacking her neck with licks and bites, making Furina!MC moan softly as pressed her firmly down on the bed.

"Mm, more. N-Neuvi, more-"

She truly was a mess now. Asking for more from her would be future killer... or was that even a thing anymore?

Neuvillette spent more time with her than Focalors, or at least under the cover of night. And as far as she knew, the Hydro Sovereign didn't do any of the things he did with her to Focalors.

Yes, he acted affectionate with the other princess in public, but after all nights of the dragon sneaking into her room, Furina!MC questioned if it was all fake.

Had she somehow changed the plot somehow? Was she now his target love interest instead of Focalors?

At the moment, she didn't know. But what she did know was that she wanted more.

The nuzzles to her neck, along with the licks and bites were nice but... But she wanted more. She wanted to be touched for real.

And judging by the animalistic snarl that comes from his throat, Neuvillette had been wanting to do that since the beginning.

A startled squeal leaves her lips then as Neuvillette's hands flew under her nightgown, shoving it up to her waist, before latching firmly onto her thighs. Sharp claws dig into fragile skin, thankfully not tearing but definitely bruising.

Furina!MC whimpers shakily as he drags her closer, bringing her thighs on either side of his waist, and grinds directly against her core for the first time.

Her legs kick out and she throws her head back on her pillow, her white hair going everywhere as she mewled his name like a whore before he kissed her roughly, muffling her cries.

Ah... Maybe she bit off more than she can chew... Oh dear.

Neuvillette's Pov

It was a sloppy mistake on his part, as much as Leviathan hated to admit it.

A simple sneak attack. That's what got him. How disgraceful for him to fall for such a thing!

And look where it got him. His Hydro Authority stolen by this human Usurper Queen, Egeria, and he was about to be given as a fucking pet to one her spawn!

His pride as not on a Dragon, but as the Hydro Sovereign despised it. He wanted to kill them all, rip their hearts out-

...Hm? Leviathan was knocked out his rage when something blue and white caught his eyes.

Where... Oh, there! Behind the spawn of Egeria he was gifted to was another of the Queen's spawn.

This one looked exactly like the one he was gifted to. However, her teardrop eyes... They look at him in fear and sadness.

Everyone else in the royal family seemed to think that Leviathan was nothing but a weak slave now, so in essence, something not to fear.

And that pissed him off to no end. These damn human usurpers!

But this one human. This one little female... She looked at him in fear, knowing full well he could and would kill them all if he had the chance.

To think he would find a human with actual intelligence...

But besides fear, she was also giving him a look of sadness. her eyes flicker towards the chains around his body and her frown deepens.

She felt pity for him despite her obvious fear.

Really... What an odd little female...

She made him curious. If he was going to be stuck here for unseeable future, he was at least going to entertain himself.

So after brushing off any attempts of friendliness from his new 'mistress', he easily sneaks out the princess's room and tracks down her sister's room.

It was almost too easy... So easy it made Leviathan frown as sees how this princess had practically no guards around her section of the castle compared to her sister's.

Really, leaving a female, be it human or dragon, defenseless like this was asking for trouble... And that trouble was him.

And that's how Leviathan finds himself in the princess's room... In her bed... and crouched over her smaller form with his hand over her trembling mouth.

Seeing her pretty teardrop eyes stare up at him all afraid Leviathan couldn't help but lean in for a closer look and taste.

And by Nibelung's pride, she smelled so good!

It took every inch of his willpower not to mate this lovely little thing on the spot, but he holds back.

He wouldn't lowered himself to a rutting beast. He was a Dragon and a Sovereign. He had standards.

And he'd much rather his intended mate to not be afraid of him. Her sour scent of fear wasn't pleasing to his nose.

So, to fix the issue, he makes a plan.

First, he'll gain the trust of his new Mistress, using the crush the human princess had clearly already form on him to his advantage as a way to eventually retrieve his stolen Authority.

And if he had to deal with having be called 'Neuvillette', then so be it. At least his little treasure made the name sound pleasant.

Second, while he does the first, he'll slowly soften his intended's fear. He'll visit her every night, hold her, scent her, and mark her little neck until she realizes he wasn't a danger to her.

He wanted her. So, she should want him too.

And soon, it paid off.

After a few months, his little treasure was submitting sweetly to his nightly advances. She was eager for his cuddles, his nuzzles and kisses, his marking of her neck.

But bow on top was her asking for more. She wanted to be touched and who was he to deny his mate's request?

And if in the following future his mate's scent starts to change to something sweeter? Her body slowly but surely softening around the edges?

He's nothing if not pleased.

Of course she frets to him during their nightly meetings, scared how her family would react to the news as he gently strokes the small bump forming on her once flat belly.

But all it takes is a couple of gentle words and touches before she melts in his arms like a good mate should.

With his treasure settled in his arms, Neuvillette begins to plan his final steps.

Focalors was more than obsessed with him by now, and no doubt if he asked, she would go fetch his Authority without telling Egeria.

And once he gets his full Authority back, he'll deal with Egeria and all her spawn once and for all and return back to his kin with his new mate by his side.

Splaying a hand possessively across his treasure's belly, the Hydro Sovereign thinks an amusing thought.

What would Egeria's face look like when she realizes he was free? That her favorite spawn gave him back his Authority on the naive belief he actually loved her.

But most of all, how will she react to the news that he took another of her spawn as his mate, breeding her full of his brood?

Ah... the look of complete horror, disgust, and rage on her face was going to be glorious sight.

Tagging: @platinumrosetail, @arn9tails, @bloodytea, @esthelily

[dragonmasterhiccup]

He had tried to sneak away last night, but his father had him on lockdown. Even going so far as to have guards outside the cave entrance.

Satchel still strapped across his shoulder, he was ready to leave, but at a loss for how. The cave walls were solid rock. Toothless could blast him out, but Toothless wasn't here.

Hiccup was on his own.

Letting out a groan of frustration, he hit his fist against the wall, the conversation with his father replaying in his mind.

The whole time, Hiccup had the power to turn himself human. The whole time!

He was tempted to try, but he couldn't here, it would drown him, since his human form couldn't breathe under water. He wasn't even sure he could while in the water.

Astrid was up there, on Berk, waiting for him to return. The last thing the merman wanted was to break his promise.

Running a hand through his hair, he looked up to find Ruffnut floating outside his window. "So," she said playfully, "what are you in for?"

Hiccup, unamused, responded, "Now isn't the time, Ruff."

"Didn't go well with your dad, huh?"

"No. Not even a little bit. And now I'm on cave arrest. So, unless you can get me out of here--"

"Hiccup." His father's voice shook the cave, and Ruffnut darted away.

The merman sighed. "What, are--are you going to warn me again about the dangers of humans? That's quite the big talk, coming from you."

Stoick's frustration was rising, "Hiccup--"

"No! You weren't there!" The merman couldn't stop himself now, "They are kind, Dad! You were wrong. Wrong about humans, wrong about dragons, why can't you just listen to me!"

"Because I've seen them kill, son!" The ocean kings voice boomed, his expression dark. He hovered over Hiccup, the merman's eyes widening as he shrunk back.

🐟

"...Why did I have to bring up dragons?" Hiccup wondered aloud, no longer in his own cave but much more isolated than before.

The argument with his father only made things worse.

Really, given what happened with Astrid's parents, he should have known to tread carefully when it came to showing a different perspective on such a touchy subject.

Lying on a rock, his mind worked to find a way out. But after the stress and irritation of the day, the extended use of his tail, and forgetting to remove the prosthetic for the night before, Hiccup began to experience his first bout of phantom pain.

Fingers fumbling to remove the prosthetic, his breaths were ragged as he attempted to massage the area where his fin used to be attached.

Gobber had mentioned something about knowing when storms came, but no one had warned him that even after it healed, it could still hurt so badly.

After a long training session, all Astrid wanted to do was cool off on the beach. Maybe a tiny swim, even though the ocean was so cold at this time of year. She pushed through the brush and staggered down to the shore.

Only to find a boy lounging in the shallows.

“Oh!” She dropped her axe in the sand. From his bare torso, she assumed he was naked. “Sorry! I didn’t know someone else would be…here…” as the apologies flowed, she realized from the waist down, he had green scales and a pair of fins.

No wonder she hadn’t recognized him.

“No way…” she inched closer. “A real mermaid! In the flesh! Are the stories true?” She stamped down her overwhelming curiosity for a moment to give him a stern point. “Don’t try anything fishy, mermaid. I’m very capable of protecting myself, got it?”

((I saw the prompt and went feral, hope you don’t mind))

[X]

Hiccup started, the water around him splashing as he sat up straight in surprise, before he moved a little further back, his cheeks flushed.

"No, sorry, I, I shouldn't--" Ducking his head, the merman awkwardly held up a hand, "Usually no one comes here..."

But his movements only caused his tail to briefly break the surface, emerald scales glittering in the sun for a moment before dipping below the water again.

Firmly, he responded, "Merman. I am a merman. And no, don't worry, I, I wasn't going to try anything...I know you'd probably kill me if I did..."

Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, which had partially dried in his time sitting in the shallow water. "What, what stories are you referring to?"

He knew, or at least had a gut feeling about what she was asking, but he wanted to hear it from her. She appeared wary, but not fearful. Maybe these humans didn't have the same fears of his kind like the others?

[bananakozaka]

Deltarune PMMM AU: Everybody’s favorite toothpaste boy: RALSEI!1! Magical Boy outfit & Doppel design

Hoi. Here’s another design for my magical girl (more accurately magiareco tbh) au!! i did ralsei, and with that, the s#1t gang is complete. I saw a really cool human ralsei design by @/starhaloeklypse (not tagging directly bc i don’t want to blow up their notifications) and i was inspired to give him dark skin and white hair because of that! you can check out the og post right here:

As an allusion to OG!Ralsei being a darkner, therefore not being able to hang out with kris and susie outside of their adventures, i had AU!ralsei as someone with a chronic illness (chronic pain). therefore, he needs to stay at the hospital most of the time. he sneaks out to go magical girl maxxing.

his parents are distant. and pretty rich, ralsei attends a fancy prep school virtually.

BACKSTORY (Alt for text, you know the drill)

You know how in Magia Record magical girls with the ‘void’ element have made (usually) highly destructive wishes that they end up regretting immediately afterwards? yeah. ralsei made one. he wished for his bullies to develop the same chronic illness he has. in ralsei’s defense the week leading up to the wish was one of the worst weeks of his life AND a kyubey was badgering him to wish impulsively.

needless to say, ralsei regretted his wish like a millisecond the words left his mouth because 1) its a pretty disproportionate punishment and 2) he could have just wished his illness away. on the brink of witching out, ralsei discovered a way to “reverse” the harm he caused by twisting his magic ability.

the original ability ralsei was granted was the ability to cause immense, debilitating pain to another entity (like a witch or a fellow magi) by praying. However, if ralsei inflicted the pain inwards onto himself, he could heal others of their wounds. It clouds his soulgem like crazy, but ralsei is a deceptively adept fighter. how else would he have managed to survive for 3 years as a magi?

ralsei’s the most experienced of the fun gang by a WIDE margin. he also knows the truth about witches being former magi, but he has the same problem as canon where he doesn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. yayy, future angst :))

DESIGN NOTES

Ralsei’s magi outfit was probably my favorite to design; his og sprite is simple enough that i can go kinda crazy with it. ralsei’s outfit is basically a mix of a wizard’s attire and the uniform of his fancy prep school that he can’t attend in person. (btw the bullies were from his old middle school)

additionally, i muted some of his colors. mostly his green and hot pink scarf; shades those bright would not look good in large quantities on a more realistic design. ALSO! his soulgem is a blue 4 pointed star! blue represents tranquility and peace, which I feel ralsei would vibe with. the outer casing of his soulgem (seen below) is silver because of ralsei’s total rejection of his wish and powers.

you may notice ralsei’s human form is… weird. specifically the fashion. The towelie socks and dragon blazers shirt were gifts from susie and kris respectively; they visited him in HomeCity hospital and saw him with nothing but a hospital gown, so they got him some “conversational pieces” to display some personality. the bunny slippers are a gift from someone else.

ANATTĀ

“The Doppel of Observation. It takes the form of an astrological chart. The master of this emotion has realized that fighting back against the doppel’s onslaught is futile, so he sits still and tries not to get caught in the crossfire.

The doppel gazes into the future with it’s four eyes. Unfortunately, the eyes are always sealed shut, which signifies that the target’s fate is coming to an end. With that, the target’s soul is torn asunder by whatever fate the doppel has foreseen.”

Annatā isn’t anywhere near as hostile towards ralsei or as eerie in general because ralsei has come to terms with his wish and his fears. (but then again he’s getting a new one of his friends being doomed to die… so…)

This is one of the first “fusion” doppels I designed as opposed to kris and susie’s “summon” doppels. as a rule of thumb, the more the magi and doppel appear fused together, the more at peace the magi is with their troubles. it’s kind of like a signifier of magi experience and emotional maturity, although the former’s correlation isn’t as strong.

i have a doppel design in mind for tenna, for example. in my AU he’s been contracted for EIGHT (!!) years, and yet his doppel is still mostly a summon type because he still has a bunch of hangups.

That’s about it! If you have any requests for characters for me to magify (or if you want to see tenna’s witch and doppel) you can reblog this post with a request!! *wink wink nudge nudge*

here are some previous designs i did

[maverickbabes]

Hold on

Hold on

Hiccup Haddock x female reader

Warnings: This is very sad and angsty, death, stabbing, mentions of blood, a little bit of fighting

Summary: Hiccup is being controlled by Grimmel's serum and you are desperate to do anything to save your fiance but things take a turn for the worst.

"No!" You screamed as you watched Grimmel inject Hiccup with the serum in his neck. You felt your heart sank as you watched Hiccup's expression slowly change while his eyes darken. "Yes! It's working" Grimmel exclaims as he begins to chuckle evilly.

Instead of the serum being just for dragons, Grimmel modified the serum to where he can control both humans and dragons.

"You son of a bitch!" You scream as you charge towards Grimmel, balling your hand into a tight fist. Before you could throw a punch, Grimmel slaps you across your face hard which caused you to fall onto the ground. You held your hand up to your face as tears form in your eyes before you turn to face him.

You stood up as you turned to Hiccup, taking a step towards him. "Hiccup snap out of it" You said softly, attempting to snap him out of it with your voice. But it didn't work. Instead his expression stayed the same and his eyes darkened even more as he turned to Grimmel. "Kill her" Grimmel orders as he slowly smiles and Hiccup turns to you.

This is where panic sets in your body

Hiccup swiftly takes his knife out and charges towards you but you are quick to move out of his aim. He stumbles and lets out this animalistic growl as he turns to face you. "Hiccup it's me, y/n your fiancee" You tell him, lifting your hand up to show him the ring he gave you.

For a split second you thought you saw the Hiccup you knew and loved dearly but that quickly changes as Grimmel's voice rings out in the air. "KILL HER!" Grimmel shouts angrily and you turn your head to say something to him but Hiccup tackles you onto the ground, knocking the air out of you. "Omph" You let out as you close your eyes for a split second, trying to get your bearings.

"ARGH!" You hear Hiccup growl, causing you to open your eyes and see that he has his arms in the air with the knife in his hands. "HICCUP NO!" You shout as you maneuver your way from under him, knocking him off of you as you try to scramble and get up. You quickly turn your head to see Hiccup shaking his head, almost like he was trying to fight the serum.

It didn't work

Hiccup then kicks you in the stomach, knocking you down back onto the ground as you gasp for air. "Hiccup this isn't like you, Baby please snap out of it please!" You say breathlessly as you finally stand up, holding your stomach in pain. "Stop trying y/n, he can't snap out of it" Grimmel tells you as he tsk's you, shaking his head while a smile creeps onto his face.

"Hiccup please. I don't want to fight you" You plead as you held your free hand up. "Oh but darling don't you see? He won't stop until you're dead" He explains as he chuckles so evilly it makes your stomach turn. You feel tears forming in your eyes as you slowly look back at Hiccup, seeing him already looking at you with such rage and just nothing left of the Hiccup you love.

Hiccup charges at you once more, the knife still in his hand and you quickly pull out your own knife before running at him. His swiftly grabs your wrist with this new found strength and twists it which makes you cry out in pain as your knife falls out of your hand. You quickly kick him in the stomach and you watch as he falls down while the knife tumbles out of his grip.

"Last chance Hiccup, please" You begged him and he shook his head back and forth, almost as if he was trying to come back to his senses. "NO MORE GAMES HICCUP, KILL HER!" Grimmel shouts so loud you could feel the ground vibrate from it. The look in your fiance's eyes made your heart drop as he looked at you while grabbing his knife before standing up.

Everything happened so quickly for you to grasp it as Hiccup runs at you in a blur and grabs your shoulder. You feel this sharp pain in your abdomen that makes you to scream in pain while you place your hand on where it was hurting and felt something wrapped in leather.

Hiccup's knife

He pulls out the knife before stabbing you again, this time in the heart. You buckle down in pain as you fall down onto your knees as you look up at Hiccup, tears streaming down your face as you tried to breathe. "Oh God" You sobbed as you cough up blood while you felt him pull the knife out. You could feel yourself getting light headed and dizzy so you collapsed onto your back and you looked towards Hiccup, noticing his knife was dripping in your blood.

"Yes Yes Yes!" Grimmel exclaims victoriously and that's when Hiccup snapped out of his trance as some of your blood falls onto his hand. "Y/n? Oh my God Y/N!" Hiccup says as he quickly kneels down by your side, dropping the knife as he pulls you into his lap and tries to stop the bleeding.

"Hiccup?" You whispered dazedly as you blinked slowly. "Hold on baby. Come on stay with me, Stay with me please" Hiccup says tears streaming down his face. "Hiccup I..." You start to say but trailed off as the light in your eyes fade away.

"No. No baby please come back. Wake up for me. Come back to me" Hiccup says as he places his bloody hand on your pale face, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. Hiccup couldn't control his sobs as he holds your lifeless body in his arms, rocking back and forth as he shakes his head. "I love you baby. I'm so sorry please... Please come back" Hiccup sobs as he holds your head to his chest.

He lost the love of his life

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

cang qiong dragon god shen yuan is probably like so old that time doesn’t have meaning? like he transmigrated into pidw as a dragon and and the system gave him a few missions that functionally amounted to ‘claim this mountain range as your territory and defend it from demons’

sy didn’t realize that he was actually laying the foundation for cang qiong mountain sect before its creation. some terrifying demon demigod (one of the first heavenly demons, maybe?) pursues a band of cultivators to his mountain range, and he protects them. they settle his mountains and start cultivating, and because they’re protected by a literal god (who they call lord canglong, and they name the mountains after him) people want to study there.

so cqms is born, and sy takes a nap. when he wakes up, those cultivators he saved bring another group of cultivators, all named 'wen' to his mountain, and they ask his permission to lead the peaks next. another nap, and he wakes up to the wen generation asking his blessing for the ming generation, so on and so forth up until the qing generation. this time he recognizes names: qingge, qingfang, qingqi. this generation's leader, qingyuan. and the one whose bow is shallow and perfunctory, qingqiu. ofc sy isn't super pressed about standing on ceremony or whatever—he's only experienced like six years in this world, and most of them were spent either establishing the mountain as his territory or helping his little cultivators fight off some world-ending cataclysm or other. but he remembers the scum villain’s name, and he’s not a huge fan of the way sqq’s already proving himself to be an arrogant old shit

just like every other time, after he’s met and blessed this generation of peak lords, shen yuan falls asleep. shit!!! he meant to stay awake this time, but the system putting him to sleep is just too powerful! he’s probably missed luo binghe, damnit!!! what’s the point of transmigrating into this shitty novel if he doesn’t even get to meet the only character worth the pixels it took to type him into existence??

but as soon as he sees that fluffy-haired boy curled up in one of his caves, bruised and weeping and wondering what he’s done to be so universally hated, shen yuan knows. that’s his protagonist, and he’s really too pathetic like this. he’s really just a child. and shen yuan might have been easily annoyed by the concept of kids in his first life, but this isn’t just some whiny kid. this is the protagonist. so he does his best to calm tiny lord luo down.

and at first when lbh realizes it’s the fucking dragon god canglong speaking to him, the poor kid falls on his face kowtowing and apologizing for the intrusion, but lord canglong just…asks him what’s wrong. and then listens. and then he allows binghe to…to touch his hand???? not only that, he pats binghe’s head?? and tells him it isn’t his fault??? that one little head-pat is filled with so much spiritual power that binghe almost passes out, and soon after he recovers, lord canglong sends him back down the mountain with a renewed sense of purpose. lord canglong said binghe wasn’t stupid, wasn’t incompetent, wasn’t a failure, and binghe was determined to prove himself worthy of the sect’s guardian deity’s kindness.

and when luo binghe turns to walk down the mountain back to qing jing peak, that google translate voice pipes up in shen yuan’s ear with an update he hadn’t realized he was waiting for.

[Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things must be said three times! USER_002 has completed the quest {From the Ground Up}! B-points +500 USER_002 has initiated the quest {Master of Masters}! New skill [Shapeshifter] has been unlocked! Would USER_002 like to activate [Shapeshifter] now?]

shen yuan slammed the bright glowing [YES] faster than any quest the system had ever given him. that’s how he learned that he was, in fact, just naked in front of luo binghe, and the [Shapeshifter] skill didn’t come with an auto-clothed setting. thank fuck he’d already sent the protagonist away!

[valtsv]

also not so much horror as medevial-esque fantasy but it has horror elements because it's me:

Empire of the Skies: In a world where dragons are real and venerated as gifts from and messengers of the gods, a lonely, outcast village boy rescues and restores and restores an injured dragon to health and bonds with it, and is rewarded with the offer of a place in the immortal emperor's royal cavalry of sky-saints, should he successfully complete training. What seems like an impossible turn of good fortune quickly sours when he experiences firsthand the brutality and cruelty used to form and maintain the empire's millenially undefeated military force, and the sacrifices expected of him and his fellow martyrs-to-be. Basically I took the concept of how to train your dragon and went "what if I turned this into a critique of the military-industrial complex, the horrors of war, and imperial propaganda". Also, dragons are classified by angelic hierarchical terminology (seraphim, ophanim, thrones, dominions, etc.) and Nevine, our human protagonist, eventually transitions to female after she finds herself enjoying assuming the identity of a girl for secret rebel identity purposes.

I'd buy a horror novel written by you and/or I'd watch a horror film directed by you. That's it, end ask.

i would honestly be less flattered if you proposed to me <3

[kan-be]

so I’ve had this fantasy AU in the back of my mind since 2021 and I finally decided to draw some stuff on it

[plutonious]

throwing my hat into the twin dragons ring

[hooned]

NI-KI ▨ 250607 Music Core

[thatweirdocryptid]

brain juices are running. -yeets this at u-

(DpxHttyd)

Hiccup had no idea what he was looking at, first the young silver Phantom had literally taken a hit from Toothless's plasma blast when he got controled, and miraculously still be alive, abet weakened and making sounds eerily similar to that a human child's crying.

The next thing that happened was that Drago's bewilderbeast froze, not in any way thay would mean hostility. More like fear, something that Hiccup would of never expected from the gigantic dragon.

And then sky cracked, and the darkness of the night sky revealed.

Drago's bewilderbeast... Whimpered... The quills on it's head pinning down, lowering itself down to the ground, and started to breath ice around itself like it was trying to hide, its control on the dragons also ceasing.

The silver Phantom then called out, semi-limping, and Hiccup could reconize any baby or young dragon call... It was calling for its parent.

When Drago attempted to approach the small dragon, three giant eyes opened from the crack in the sky. All three eyes a green that Hiccup couldn't name. And a growl reverberated through the world. Making the ground shake.

Then one wing... Then another.... Third? Fourth? Fifth? SIXTH? How many wings did this cosmic dragon have?

It slowly climbed down... And took a form of a smaller being, Hiccup could compare the being the same hight as he was when he was 14.

The skin of the entity? God? Being? A deep blue, freckles dotted around its face like stars, white hair glowing like fresh snow in the morning. The eyes the same unexplainable green, the cape of it acting as wings although not needing to fly as it floated above the ground.

The horns looking like a crown, a green fire kindling in between.

the cape encloaked the being and acted as wings, the silver Phantom stumbling over, before retreating into a small blue orb that Hiccup could see electricity pulsing through it.

and he saw the monstrous nightmare the silver Phantom befriended, walking over slowly, making a soft cooing sound, and the entity responded back, the voice almost hypnotic.

"she will be okay. She trusts you a lot. Could you keep her safe while I deal with the problem?"

The monstrous nightmare chittered in responce, and the entity created some kind of armour, storing the orb onto the back of it, and placed it onto the monstrous nightmare, who gladly accepted it... Saying a quick thank you before freezing up.

"I- I can speak human tongue?" the monstrous nightmare stumbled.

"my gift to you. Do keep my daughter safe... I'll deal with him now." the being bowed, the monstrous nightmare did so back, before walking over to the riders.

While it... He approached Drago.

"You command the dragon to attack someone my daughter considers apart of her fraid, by royal decree of I, High King Phantom, you shal be held accounted for. As for the amount of other crimes including the enslavement of a mainly sapient species." he... Phantom declared.

Drago looked terrified... Him now understanding the severity of the situation from the literal new alpha of the dragons to be scared.

and some kind of second being, shrouded in black armour with atop its head a purple feather(?) cascaded down, grabbing Drago and pulling him through a swirling green portal before dissapearing.

Phantom then approached by flying towards the dead bewilderbeast, putting a hand on it, encapsulating it in a green light before its hand left the bewilderbeasts stomach. The wounds now gone... Breathing returning.

"you are a rightful king... Please teach your brother to be a rightful king as well." Phantom then dissapeared, along with the crack in the sky.

The battle field was silent.

Dragons around were silent.

The dragon hunters were silent, some passed out from terror.

The riders were silent.

Valka approached her bewilderbeast. listening to its breathing, a smile playing on her lips, her whispering... "Thank you your Majesty...." and a note appeared in her hand.

You are at most welcome. -Phanton

-END-

The King and His daughter's core

i need to see more cape wings I LOVE and I am OBSESSED with cape wings.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 309

Danny huddled beneath the mass of warm scales, trying to avoid the rain that sputtered and hissed into steam whenever it touched the resting form of the older halfa. He choked on broken chirps, burying his head against his tail. Everything hurt, one of his paws and wings gone- what had the wanted them for- 

He sniffled, not wanting to cry. At least- at least Jordan had managed to get them out, it could have been worse. Ancients, it could have been so much worse. Mom and Dad were… Ancients he didn’t want to even think about it- 

A huff of smoke wafted over him, and he looked up into Dan’s crimson eye- the other gone to do who knows what with. It was time to go- they couldn’t stay in one place, they had to keep moving lest the GIW catch up. They didn’t have a choice, not now, not if they didn’t want to die- if they ever could now. It didn’t matter. 

He stayed limp as he was picked up by the scruff, the rain soaking into his fur and scales (and still-healing injuries) as the larger dragon launched into the sky. They just had to keep moving, avoid any people, heroes included, and keep moving. Just keep moving.

[royaltea000]

I love Bai Long Ma he truly don’t gaf