#iterators as wings of fire dragons

[toadslug]

Revenge on ~StarboundDragon!

Revenge on ~jamiedotcom!

Attack on ~Sorrelpool!

Attack on ~CypressFox!

(Art Fight link in pinned post!!)

[motheline]

Send me your WoF and Rain World OCs!!! I need to get some practice in and to make examples for commission sheets

[neattnat]

‘Nother artfight dump!

@north-winds1 @two-left-hands @whataduck @holohero ~zombie raccoon @frogseight @the-mossy-green-witch ~umbrellaweather

[lakunalaika]

The urge to actually start making my comic- but I've still got school and I'm already a part of a big project so I don't have time for this rn ;-;

BUT ONE DAY!!! ONE DAY I WILL!!!

hey you. indie creator. get rid of the corporate execs and the imaginary writers room in your brain. the cynical youtube reviewers and disney fans who want sanitized uwu gays probably are never even gonna be even slightly aware of your existence. write those unrelatable blorbos and those messy themes and that weirdly sexy violence. you have no one to answer to but yourself. give yourself what you want and maybe some day, some 3 random lesbians from the internet whose interests you have somehow exactly hit will look at your thing and think its pretty cool, and in the end thats all you ever needed

[thecreaturecodex]

Protean Lord, Etna

"Typhon, Father of Beasts" © deviantArt user MisterFeelgood, accessed at his gallery here

[More like Mother of Beasts in this particular iteration. When I was talking to @strawberry-crocodile several years ago and sharing with her my ideas for the Age of Monsters, she told me about one of her cosmological Pathfinder ideas. And the idea of Typhon reborn as a trans woman fighting against the forces of Hell was so compelling I immediately adopted it into my personal canon. So this is Strawb's baby, and these statistics have been a long time coming. Hints have been seeded in a number of the Age of Monsters posts in the past. Strawb also wrote the divine obedience rules I'm including here. Check out @soylent-crocodile for more of her Pathfinder writing. Also, huge thanks to @monstersdownthepath for telling me about the canonical fate of Typhon in PF2e, one that I incorporated into this entry because they're not actually contradictory, and for the inspiration on the hollow SQ]

Protean Lord, Etna CR 23 CN Outsider (extraplanar) This serpentine creature has a billowing cloud of smoke rising from its head, luminous eyes and great draconic wings. Its body is comprised of dozens of smaller snakes entwined together, leaving it something like a hollow shell of writhing flesh and embers encasing a powerful inner fire.

CN Protean Lord of revolution, divine and mortal succession, volcanoes Domains Chaos, Fire, Weather, War Subdomains Protean, Smoke, Storms, Revolution* (Revolution applies to the War domain) Favored Weapon Sling Glove Holy Symbol A serpent emerging from a volcano Worshippers Enemies of Asmodeus, iconoclasts, revolutionaries Minions gegenees, magma dragons, magmin, renegwe proteans Obedience: Spend an hour screaming curses and revilement towards any mortal authority that has held for more than a single human lifetime, or against a god or archdevil. Alternately, ritually defeat and kill a representative of any such authority. Gain a +4 sacred bonus on saving throws against fire effects. First Boon: Foe of the Sky God- Magic Stone 3/day, Pyrotechnics 2/day, Lightning Bolt 1/day Second Boon: Shatter the Heavens- As a full-round action once per day you may reach your fist into the sky and break open the heavens above. All creatures flying above a 100ft circle centered on you must make a fortitude save with DC equal to 10+½ your character level+your charisma modifier or fall from the sky. Such creatures take 1d8 damage for every 10ft fallen rather than the typical 1d6 damage. Third Boon: Bow To None- You gain an immunity to charm and compulsion effects and cannot be knocked prone.

In mythological time, Typhon was the greatest of the asuras and one of the first Lords of Hell. He was slain by Asmodeus for the crime of fathering children with Lamashtu, a lie spread by Geryon, conflating Lamashtu with her great enemy, and Typhon’s true lover, Mormo (then called Echidna). For this supposed cosmic crime of uniting devil and demon, Typhon was shredded, and his pieces cast into the Great Beyond to wither and die. But not all of them did. A few managed to regenerate, and perhaps the strangest of those self-begotten fragments is Etna. For Etna is a protean lord, a being of pure chaos who was once of pure law.

Etna was born of a large piece of Typhon’s skin, which was cast into the Maelstrom and slowly regrew as if in imitation of that plane’s residents, the proteans. Ashamed and disgusted by the patriarchy of Hell, she reformed herself into a woman, and was embraced by the izfiitar choristers as a testament to the transformative power of chaos. Etna feels that any authority that lasts long enough becomes moribund and must be replaced, no authority more than the divine and no divinities more so than Asmodeus and the lords of Hell. There is no outcome she would love to see more than Asmodeus humbled and dethroned, but she knows that she is no physical match for the hosts of Hell alone. So she is patient, mixing occasional outbursts of volcanic destruction with coalition building and more subtle undermining of diabolical schemes. Etna and Mormo are currently unaware of their mutual rebirths, but would likely become allied again once that knowledge is obtained.

Etna delights in combat, and she spends much of her time in combat in order to vent her rage. Her natural weapons are deeply destructive, and her serpentine nature manifests in her ability and fondness for swallowing her smaller victims. Her interior burns with volcanic heat, and she can let loose in an explosion of lava and smoke, essentially turning herself into a short-lived volcano. For those that (wisely) keep their distance, Etna hurls rocks like lava bombs, charging them with thunder and lightning as she does so, or uses her spell-like abilities to rain destruction on her foes. Etna does not know if she can be reborn again, and so flees when badly injured, although her memory is long and her wrath can be vented in other ways.

As a former devil, Etna fits somewhat awkwardly into the society of proteans. Many proteans see her acceptance of the existence of any hierarchy as shamefully lawful and distrust her ultimate intentions. But Ssila’Meshnik the Colorless Lord views her as confirmation of the glorious paradoxes of the planes, and accepts her as an ally. Etna’s favor shines on the renegwe proteans, who act as her sparring partners and elite agents. The mortal cult of Etna is still very small, but it is slowly filling its power in areas controlled by the Church of Asmodeus, waiting for a time to erupt into glorious revolutionary violence.

The smaller snakes that make up Etna's body bear stunted forelimbs, crested heads, and other protean-like features. They shed scales into her interior which char and aggregate into boluses like igneous rocks, which Etna can collect and throw at will. Etna's length varies with her shifting form, but she usually is between 20 and 25 feet long.

Etna CR 23 XP 820,000 CN Huge outsider (chaos, extraplanar, protean) Init +9; Senses blindsight 120 ft., darkvision 60 ft., detect law, Perception +39, scent Aura cloak of chaos (DC 28), frightful presence (120 ft., DC 33)

Defense AC 40, touch 21, flat-footed 31 (-2 size, +8 Dex, +4 deflection, +19 natural) hp 499 (27d10+351); regeneration 15 (lawful) Fort +25, Ref +28, Will +28 DR 15/epic and lawful; Immune acid, charm, compulsion, death effects, fire; Resist electricity 30, sonic 30; SR 34 (39 vs. divination) Defensive Abilities amorphous anatomy, freedom of movement, hollow

Offense Speed 50 ft., fly 100 ft. (perfect), swim 50 ft. Melee bite +39 (2d6+14/19-20 plus 2d6 fire plus grab), 2 claws +39 (1d8+14 plus 2d6 fire), 2 wings +37 (1d8+7), tail slap +37 (2d6+21) Ranged rock +36/+31/+26/+21 or +34/+34/+29/+24/+19 (2d8+21 plus 2d6 electricity and 2d6 sonic) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks fulgur bomb, powerful blows (tail slap), pyroclastic blast, rock throwing (100 ft.), swallow whole (AC 23, hp 49, 2d6+14 bludgeoning plus 10d6 fire) Spell-like Abilities CL 23rd, concentration +33 Constant—cloak of chaos, detect law, nondetection At will—call lightning storm (DC 25), chaos hammer (DC 24), flame strike (DC 25), greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs objects only), pyrotechnics (DC 22), wall of fire 3/day—quickened chain lightning (DC 26), control weather, empowered fire storm (DC 28), greater dispel magic, word of chaos (DC 27) 1/day—freedom, meteor swarm (DC 29), power word kill, power word stun, wall of lava (DC 28)

Statistics Str 39, Dex 29, Con 36, Int 28, Wis 28, Cha 31 Base Atk +27; CMB +43 (+47 grapple); CMD 65 (cannot be tripped) Feats Combat Reflexes, Critical Focus, Empower SLA (fire storm), Flyby Attack, Improved Critical (bite), Multiattack, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Power Attack, Quick Draw, Quicken SLA (chain lightning), Rapid Shot, Staggering Critical, Stunning Assault Skills Acrobatics +39 (+47 when jumping), Bluff +40, Diplomacy +28, Fly +40, Intimidate +40, Knowledge (arcana, history, nature, religion) +, Knowledge (geography, planes) +39, Perception +39, Sense Motive +39, Spellcraft +36, Stealth +31, Swim +34 Languages Abyssal, Draconic, Ignan, Infernal, Protean, telepathy 300 ft. SQ change shape (3/day, shapechange), protean lord traits

Ecology Environment any land or underground (Maelstrom) Organization unique Treasure double standard

Special Abilities Fulgur Bomb (Su) Any thrown weapon wielded by Etna deals an additional 2d6 points of electricity damage and 2d6 points of sonic damage. The weapon loses this property as soon as it strikes or misses a target. Hollow (Ex) Etna has a 75% to ignore any critical hit or sneak attack, as opposed to the usual 50% possessed by proteans. Any ranged attack made with ammunition or rays has a 50% chance to not effect her and pass right through her. Thrown weapons and siege weapons ignore this miss chance. Protean Lord Traits (Ex/Su) Etna is a protean lord, a powerful unique monitor. She possesses the following traits:

Immunity to acid, charm and compulsion effects, and death effects

Resist electricity and sonic 30

Blindsight 120 feet

Telepathy 300 feet

Etna can use the protean change shape ability three times per day

Etna’s natural weapons, along with any weapons she wields, are considered to be chaotic and epic for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction and regeneration

Pyroclastic Blast (Su) Once per day as a full round action, Etna can erupt like a volcano. This deals 40d6 points of damage in a 60 foot radius burst centered on Etna, half of which is fire damage and half of which is bludgeoning damage (Reflex DC 33 halves). The entire area becomes difficult terrain, as it is strewn with volcanic rocks, and the area is also filled with thick smoke that obscures vision as per an obscuring mist spell for 1 minute thereafter. This smoke is toxic—any creature in the area must succeed a DC 33 Fortitude save or take 1d6 Con damage from smoke inhalation. Etna is immune to this poison. The save DC is Charisma based. Swallow Whole (Ex) If a creature cuts its way out of Etna, Etna can use her swallow whole ability the next round her regeneration is functional.

[gargoylesister]

Art Fight Revenge: Uh...

To meme or not to meme... That is the question 😏

@inali-of-winterfell

[directory]

Karranis had seen many amazing things in his life. He had been so lucky as to see one of the fabled dragons winding its way around the chilly peaks of Mount Lanayru, shedding gorgeous, snowy scales in a molt not unlike that of the Rito. He had once seen the sky erupt into a rainbow of fire from the top of the Hebra Mountains, as though the Goddesses themselves had poured a carafe of Gerudo wine across the heavens and lit the spill with a spark of flame. Even the automatons the frail King of Hyrule commanded—that Sheika technology that had changed the course of his own life—were a sight only afforded to those lucky enough not to be caught in one of their crosshairs.

And then…

There was this thing.

“Where did you procure this from?” Karranis spoke, almost hesitatingly. Revali arced an eyebrow.

“My husband,” Revali’s words dripped with the usual venom, “was so kind as to gift this to us. I explained to him three times over that we Rito are a superior race who do not engage in such barbaric practices as dowries, but you know…” The Champion waved his arms and clacked his beak indecisively. “He isn’t particularly cultured.”

Karranis grunted, folding his arms.  

The thing was intricate, but rather ugly in its design. It was an unusual blend of rococo waves, gilded details, and art nouveau curves and lines--which together would have made for a beautiful work of art—had they not been smashed together with a paltry attempt at an industrial/art deco mishmash. It was an architectural disaster.

“Is it an animal? It reminds me of Vah Medoh—” Karranis was interrupted by Revali, who waved his hand again.

“Yes, yes, it is a Divine Beast. How very perceptive of you. It’s a bit of a monstrosity though, isn’t it.” Revali flicked a protrusion jutting out of the thing’s head. “Not nearly as breathtaking as our beloved machine.”

Karranis shot Revali a hard glance. “Now is not the time for jokes. What is the point of this thing? Rito Village does not need a statue of… whatever this is.” It really did look like an animal—it was like a horse, now that Karranis had stared at it for a while—but the weird protrusion from what might be a forehead simply seemed out of place. What it a knife? A horse with a blade in its head? Was this meant to be a threat?

Revali sighed dramatically. “I’m not joking; it really is a Divine Beast. A budget Beast if you ask me, but my husband showed me how to pilot it.”

“Pilot it?” Karranis couldn’t contain his genuine confusion and surprise.

“Watch and learn.” Revali threw a leg over the thing, and Karranis realized that there was a curve in the back that perfectly accommodated a rider. The Champion placed his hands in a particular configuration on the neck, twisted something with a flick of his wrist, kicked a foot down towards the ground, and—

The thing suddenly roared ferociously, as though it were alive, so loud that even Karranis stepped back. The gilded accents flowed with light, and bright blue points like eyes flickered into life. The thing released a steady, deafening purr. Revali twisted something again with his wrist, and the thing released another rumbling scream.

“Watch!” Revali smirked mischeviously, and with another flick of the wrist, the steed shot forward. Karranis jumped back in shock.

****

After a long and exciting demonstration involving wheelies, much revving, and a half-informed explanation on how to work the controls, Karranis found himself seated upon what he now knew was a kirin. Or, a unicorn? It seemed there were multiple iterations of this mythological beast through history.

“Now who cares that you can’t fly—you’ll be practically soaring on this contraption!” Revali chortled. "It is quite fun to zip around on, but I prefer to utilize my incredible, natural-born ability.” He flapped his wings majestically, striking a pose and ending it with a bow. “One must stick to one’s talents! But you, great leader, may find it to be of great use.”

Karranis had initially looked askance at this little Divine Beast, but now that he had seen and experienced the potential and the power, he knew it would change the playing field. And it would change it, certainly, to the favor of the Rito.

Karranis popped a wheelie as a backwards trucker cap spontaneously appeared on his head. He dabbed. Hyrule Castle exploded from the sheer force of his newfound power.

[jamieroyjamieroy]

Bucktommyfluffebruary Day 3 - Spider-Man Kiss

@bucktommyfluffebruary

Buck loves spending time with Tommy even when he has to share that attention with others. It gives him time to sit back and admire his boyfriend and how animated and passionate he can get about his interests. Even if Buck doesn’t necessarily share those interests. The way he is debating movies with Chimney is fascinating to him. He has no idea what they are talking about, having tuned out the moment superheroes were mentioned. Buck chuckles at them both defending their choices in who would win in a fight. He can’t take sides he has no clue who they are talking about or their powers. Buck is just happy to be sitting beside his love, hand on his thigh and watching the laugh lines on his face. The gasp Tommy lets out has him tuning back into the conversation.

“How can you skip the original trilogy Howie? So many pivotal moments happen that are alluded to in all future Spider-Man movies, not to mention TV and movies since!” Tommy exclaims, incredulous about Chimney’s confession.

“Yeah, yeah but the cringe factor. Especially the third one. I’ve seen the dancing clip I don’t need to watch the whole movie, or any of them. Like you said it’s throughout pop culture now, why waste my time?” Chim fires back.

“Ok that’s fair. The third one is definitely not the best but you miss out on so many good scenes from the other movies. Catching the tray in the cafeteria, not getting beat up by a young Joe Manganiello.” Tommy starts to list the moments he loves from the movie.

“Is that the werewolf guy you showed me in that vampire show? With the blond sexy vampire?” Buck cuts in the name seeming familiar to him. He has been shown a lot of movies and shows since being with Tommy.

“Trust you to remember that show Buck.” Chim snickers at the blush on Buck’s face.

“What can I say, I appreciate the classics” Buck replies wiggling his eyebrows at his brother-in-law.

“You appreciate the nudity.” Chim declares knowingly.

“Yeah that too” Buck can’t keep the smile from his face.  

“What about the iconic Spider-Man kiss. How could you not have seen that?” Tommy asks disbelievingly.

“I have, in so many things. I’ve even seen stills of it. Just not the movie it’s from.” Chim shrugs.

“What’s that again? What kiss?” Buck asks trying to remember any that stood out from the copious number of movies he has watched of late.

“You deal with that, I’m making more popcorn.” Chim says gesturing at Buck and walking into the kitchen.

“Come on Evan we watched all the Spiderman movies. Every iteration. Not to mention all the Marvel movies. It was in the first Tobey Maguire one.” Tommy replies deflating at his inability to share his love of movies with Buck.

“Is that the guy in those hobbit movies?” Buck asks thinking back to what he had been shown.

“Different actor. That’s Elijah Wood. And he was in The Lord of the Rings. The Hobbit is a different movie.” Tommy says rubbing a hand over his face.

“Are you sure?” Buck asks he could have sworn that it was the same actor.

“Very sure.” Tommy looks at him with a fond but sceptical look.

“Is the Lord of the Rings the one where Sherlock and Watson are doing dragon role play?” Buck asks digging deep into his memory and unconsciously stroking his hand along Tommy’s thigh. He feels Tommy shift under his hand.

“What? Dragon? NO! I mean, that movie is part of the universe but not the movie Elijah Wood is in. Who is not Tobey Maguire.” Tommy rubs at the bridge of his nose, opening his legs a little more as the hand moves higher.

“Ok so is the Spiderman you are talking about the one where Bucky is flirting hardcore with the dude with metal wings?” Buck asks a grin on his face, surely he has it right this time. Even if he doesn’t he is enjoying watching the emotions play out across Tommy’s face. The blush creep across his cheeks as his hand moves higher again.

“They weren’t flirting! Ok maybe they were but why do you remember Bucky?” Tommy tries to maintain his normal tone as strong fingers kneed into his thigh. Casting glances to his kitchen, hoping Chim won’t be walking back in anytime soon.

“Well you are obsessed with him and you know the whole Buck/Bucky thing. I pay attention to what you like. When Bucky flipped that motorcycle around, I understood the appeal. And when he has Black Widow sitting on his chest, wow! Not sure who I wanted to be more in that scene!” Buck continues to move his hand over Tommy’s leg.

“Ok that is part of the Marvel universe which Spider-Man is in but the one I’m talking about is in a completely separate trilogy of movies. Different actor.” Tommy says

“I’m confused.” Buck replies removing his hand from Tommy’s leg as Chim walks back in with more popcorn.  

“Me too!” Tommy groans out throwing his head back.

“Did you decide which movie we are going to watch?” Chim asks sitting on the other side of Buck and pushing him closer to Tommy. Tommy wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him in close, kissing the side of his neck. Savouring the closeness Buck melts into the hold.

“Nope.” Buck replies stealing the bowl of popcorn.

“You pick Howie.” Tommy sighs with resignation a squeeze on his leg promising better things to come when they are alone.

“Iron Man it is!” Chim cheers grinning over at Buck who can’t contain his grin.

“Did you orchestrate all that so Chim would get his way?” Tommy whispers into Buck’s ear sending vibrations throughout Buck’s body.

“I may have.” Buck shivers “Besides if you aren’t as interested in what movie is playing you might kiss me more.”

“You are an evil genius.” Tommy mutters kissing Buck’s birthmark “Too bad for you I wanted to watch Iron Man.” Tommy settles back with a chuckle as Buck sputters and gapes at his grinning boyfriend. Damn it, he will just have to make Tommy pay for that. He considers doing it now but decides spending some time just being held by the big strong arms around him is worth the price of watching a movie he doesn’t care about. Maybe he will get his own Spider-Man kiss as a reward.

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[tmntaucompetition]

Can we know the list of all aus that were submitted, even if they didn't make it in?

Yeah sure! Under read more. Creators aren’t listed, but if u wanna know a creator lmk!

Timeblind- 1

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Hidden City Hijinks- 1

Remember Forever - 5

MaskFace - 1

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Miwa - 1

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Mama Bear - 4

TMNT: Mutate - 1

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Kid Leo - 3

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Head Over Boots - 1

The Nexus Heir - 1

Little Warrior - 1

The Monster Inside - 4

Impromptu Apocalypse - 7

Warrior’s Heart - 1

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Spiderlings - 1

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Wanderer - 6

Light As A Feather, Stiff as a Turtle - 9

Just Around the Corner - 3

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Even More of a Disaster - 3

Life of Violence Era - 1

Firefight - 2

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Rise of the Parallel - 1

Lost but Not Forgotten - 1

Endless Void - 3

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Lost Standing - 1

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Microwave - 2

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I May Be Invisible But I Still Look Good - 2

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Here there be turtles - 2

I Care - 3

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[hoboblaidd]

Untangling my thoughts on the Evanuris

So much of what we know of the evanuris is from Dalish myths. The old tales are allegory that has evolved over millennia, like our own stories of myths and legends. But I do think there's an element of truth buried in each story, because why else would Felassan weave parables of the Dread Wolf to Briala if they were just random stories he knew to be false?

Solas is helpful here. He pointedly comments on Falon'din, Andruil, and Mythal, and we get more from him in the Veilguard clips about Ghilan'nain. There are Veilguard spoilers in here under Ghilan'nain and Elgar’nan specifically, so tread with caution.

The evanuris come in pairs that loosely correspond to demons and spirits. They're also close analogues to Greek mythology. This is another long post that is more my rambling theories than good, concrete facts.

Justice and Vengeance

Elgar'nan, all-father and god of vengeance. His stories are ones of conquest and rage. He was depicted as stern, with narrowed eyes and "an open, snarling mouth." He wielded a fire that burned as hot as he did. He may not immediately look as terrifyingly monstrous as Ghilan'nain, but I think that's deceptive. My money’s on him being the most difficult enemy. I think that gif of true Fen’harel attacking a dragon is him vs Elgar’nan, which is terrifying bc the Wolf is the size of a high dragon and he is absolutely dwarfed by the dragon he’s attacking. Elgar’nan’s symbol may be a dragon, and his vallaslin is stark veins that spread over the elf's entire face, and in the second iteration, quite literally covers half of the slave's face in his own mark.

Mythal, all-mother, protector, and embodiment of justice. She's a tough one, because we have conflicting information from the legends and in our meeting with her. Solas tells us she was the best of the evanuris. That is likely true, but it's an incredibly low bar. She enacted justice with a more levelhead than Elgar'nan and could mediate disputes among the gods, but she also bound her supplicants and stole their individuality to be meshed into the many. Maybe she did repent, to a point, and free her slaves. Her symbol is a dragon, full or as a winged woman, and her vallaslin is a more elegant version of Elgar'nan's, depicting branches or lyrium veins snaking across the slave's face.

Mythal-Flemeth is more vengeance than justice. She connives and manipulates, all with a seething anger underneath. She may love her daughter, to an extent, but her treatment of Morrigan is awful and abusive. I believe her claim that "no soul may be forced on the unwilling," but I don't buy for a second that she's benevolent.

Envy and Ambition

Andruil, goddess of the hunt - or sacrifice. She's a bit harder to separate from her legends, but she is not painted as kind or just. She forged weapons, she hunted beasts and her own people. Her shrine in the Dales had an altar at its heart, which has bad implications if she is a goddess of sacrifice. She lusted for better and more challenging hunts. She descended into the Abyss to hunt Forgotten Ones, and brought "plague to her lands and howled things meant to be forgotten." That certainly sounds like the Blight. That last hunt drove her mad, and Mythal challenged her and stole her knowledge of how to find "the Void." She also has a strange, predatory relationship with Ghilan'nain and Fen'harel. She stalks them not to kill, but to ensnare. That lore piece with her capturing the Dread Wolf is particularly disturbing and I hate/love it. Her messengers are the owl, and her vallaslin is stark lines around twisted antlers or branches.

Ghilan'nain, mother of the halla. Is there any god whose true nature is as obscured by Dalish legend? They paint her as a gentle soul beloved by the beasts she created. She may have been once (you who were the most sensitive of us), but even prior to her ascension, her ambition to create more drove her to the gods. It doesn't seem like she hesitated at all to slaughter her own creatures in her ambition to godhood. That clip of her talking to Solas looks to be pre-ascension, or at least, pre-total apotheosis. Her gruesome laboratory in Horror of Hormack shows her true colors, and we now know she's intricately connected to the Blight. Her appearance is as horrific - it's like she kept adding more and more to herself in her drive to create. Her symbol is a hart, or halla, and her vallaslin is a delicate symbol of antlers.

Fear and Despair

Falon'din, friend of the dead. He's been made out to be a benevolent god who guides people to the afterlife. Solas has a different tale. Falon'din craved adulation above all else, and waged brutal wars to gain more worshippers. "The blood of those who wouldn't bow low filled lakes as wide as oceans." Mythal intervened only when her own people were threatened. The remaining gods fought Falon'din in his own temple and subdued him. This is just theory, but I think the "friend of the dead" might've come from the fact that elves would either bow, and be guided to adore him, or butchered. His symbol is the owl, and his vallaslin looks like blood vessels covering his slave's face.

Dirthamen, keeper of secrets. I'm drawing more on my own theories here, so take it all with a grain of salt. The Dalish say he gave the elves "the gift of knowledge and...loyalty and faith in family." Maybe he was the propaganda arm of the evanuris. That he dealt in secrets reinforces that - he could be analogous to a secret police, stamping out or punishing any perceived resistance. His lost temple is a bathed in despair - despondency, sorrow, torment, misery. His followers butchered and scattered the remains of his high priest and, tormented by the horror they endured, they manifested as despair. His vallaslin is not connected to nature like the others' appear, but jagged lines.

The Dalish legends and academic theories are odd in how they refer to Falon'din and Dirthamen. One is shadow, one is reflection, both of each other. They theorize they were "twin souls" rather than blood kin. It's an interesting question without a whole lot of information to go on, save for the Dalish stories of them always finding each other.

The June and Sylaise Problem

June, god of the craft. We have very little to go on with June, other than that he's a stand in for Hephaestus. The Dalish describe him as inscrutable and clever. He taught elves to make tools, and crafted weapons for Andruil or to hunt her "gifts." He apparently appears the least among the elven pantheon in ruins and legends. An Orlesian scholar theorizes that June's role may have changed over time, eventually settling on craft. What his true personality was like is entirely unknown. I think it's a safe bet to assume that he and Sylaise were not as benevolent as the myths paint them to be. Regardless, his vallaslin is pretty cool. And I'll admit a bias to liking him because of theshirallen's portrayal. That tugged my heart past reason.

Sylaise, the Hearthkeeper. We have just as little real insight on Sylaise. In the legends, she taught the elves herbology and healing. Interestingly, the power she gave them included the ability to channel raw Fade essence into a "Grand Sonallium", a sphere in the air intended as a gift to June. We don't know what a Sonallium is. It's said that thousands of elves had to create it, which reminds me of the story of Elgar'nan using thousands of slaves to build his likeness in the Deep Roads. Idk if there's a connection, but I doubt it's a benevolent one. It's suggested that Sylaise was a rival to the other gods, but so was Falon'din at a time. Her vallaslin looks like snakelike plants. It is also cool.

They’re all monsters, so at this point with June and Sylaise, we’re probably just waiting for confirmation.

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Doodle of Albatross and his granddaughter

Granddaughter is an OC! One of my first, in fact!

Biiiig infodump under cut

Her name is Sapphire, accidentally sharing the name of Albatross's sister

My first iteration of her was an Animus princess that had universe-jumping abilities/discovered that her magic went beyond the reaches of her reality (Had this idea so that she could be an OC in any fandom/become a sona). This idea was probably when I was roughly 10-11. She was childish and stubborn.

In this iteration she discovered that she could "teleport" during the Seawing Massacre, wishing that she was anywhere safe as a knife sent by Albatross was stabbing her in the face (it didn't go very deep)

She looked something like this afterwards (I never made a reference :/):

As I used her more often I realized that I had no idea what her personality was and how she dealt with her abilities

I then decided that she eventually became cold and manipulative, treating the inhabitants in each universe as playthings, seeing how things turned out if she did this or that a specific way, before getting bored and moving on.

This version of Sapphire kind of disappeared when I started working on developing a Wings of Fire/Hunger Games-esque AU called the Flare Trials, where dragons in districts had their wings removed at hatching so as to leave them less able to revolt and fight the winged dragons of the Capitol. Tributes and the Games were initially developed as a means to both entertain dragons in the Capitol and incite fear and hopelessness in district dragons in watching young dragons fight to the death without any opportunity for a dragonet to survive. Eventually it was amended so that one district of dragonets could "win" and be granted wings and fame. Sapphire came in because she was the protagonist and won. Almost every other WoF OC I have came from this AU

Animus "Canon" Sapphire and weak Flare Trials Sapphire kind of merged for a while, but when I stopped working on the AU Animus Sapphire became separate again, though I didn't do anything with her until pretty much just now bc I fell into a Harry Potter phase (oof) and then into the OMORI phase I'm in now.

As I drew the doodle with Albatross today I had a thought of a version of Sapphire that could possibly be more solid? Sapphire looked up to Albatross heavily, aspiring to be just like him and was unwaveringly supportive and loyal to him. Albatross eventually opened up to Sapphire about how he was treated, confiding in her about how he is unappreciated and generally abused by his family (Queen Lagoon). Sapphire responded with righteous anger towards her grandmother, insisting that Albatross shouldn't let everyone bully him anymore. This inadvertently leads to the massacre. Sometime in between, however, Albatross, planning out the massacre, gives Sapphire Animus magic mostly experimentally, intending for her to help in the massacre and to aid in killing her brother (Fathom), Albatross's replacement (threat). Unfortunately for him, Sapphire is horrified by his plan and refuses to go along with his commands during the massacre, trying to dissuade Albatross before eventually fleeing after he lost patience with her and sent a knife flying into her face as she commanded her crown to keep her alive as fast as she could, though she still ended up scarred after her brush with death. Afterwards, she lived undercover, the crown she bore keeping her alive indefinitely. I don't have much else of an idea right now but uhh Darkstalker sized Seawing that is old as dirt and wrinkly 😁

Thanks for reading this infodump. As is evidenced, I love talking about my OCs! (All of them)

Please ask me about them or tell me to stop idk

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THE LONG WAY TO YOU

PART 5 : ITER AD FIDEM

Summary : She was a ghost in the arena. A name without a face. A warrior the crowds called Bellona, but Rome never truly knew who fought beneath the helmet. Until one victory too many unmasked her. Until her father- the Emperor himself- recognized the daughter he thought he'd buried in silence. Now hunted and nameless, she vanishes beyond the reach of the Empire. Beyond the reach of anyone. Until Berk. A distant land of dragons, strangers, and one quiet boy with clever hands and guarded eyes. He doesn't ask about her past. She doesn't offer it. But the truth has a way of circling back. And freedom, she's learning, is far more complicated than escape.

PAIRING ➺ Hiccup Haddock III x OC

TROPE ➺ Slow Burn / Strangers to Lovers

MASTERLIST

Contents/Warnings : snotlout being weird, that's pretty much it honestly.

word count : 4k

Author's Note : hey yall, sorry i haven't updated this weekend, i was sooo busy it was crazy, anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Octavia woke with a start.

For a heartbeat, she didn’t know where she was—caught between a dream of flickering firelight and the biting wind of distant cliffs. Her fingers clutched the woolen blanket wrapped around her, her breath shallow in her chest. She sat upright.

Duneveil.

The name struck her like a blade through fog. She hadn’t seen him. Not since the ambush. Not since they’d fallen from the sky in a blur of blood, fire, and bone-rattling impact.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed—Astrid’s bed, she remembered distantly—and stood before the panic fully took hold. The sunlight was already pouring in through the small window, soft and gold, stretching shadows across the wooden floor. Morning on Dragon’s Edge. But her thoughts were already racing through the previous day like a river cutting stone.

Hiccup. Astrid. The others.

They had saved her, welcomed her, questioned her, but in the haze of new faces, strange customs, and cautious trust, she had forgotten him. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Gods,” she whispered.

She hadn’t even asked.

Duneveil—wounded, loyal, hers—left in a strange land, surrounded by unknown dragons, unknown people. What kind of guardian was she?

She pulled on her clothes hastily—the same ones she’d worn through her travels. The outfit was Roman only in its detail—clean lines, tailored cuts—foreign here, among the layered furs and scale-patterned armor of the Vikings. Practical, weather-worn, and entirely her own. Her braid was a mess. She left it. She threw open the door and stepped into the morning light, heart  hammering as she made her way toward the dragon stables.

The wind off the sea was gentler than usual, brushing her cheeks like an old friend, carrying the mingled scents of salt, ash, and moss-covered wood. The Edge was just waking—she caught glimpses of figures moving between huts, heard the scrape of tools, the flapping of canvas sails. But she paid no attention.

Her boots hit the wooden steps of the stable with a hollow thud-thud-thud, breath shallow as she pushed open the side gate.

And there he was.

Duneveil.

He stood in the center of the training ring behind the stables, his lean form low to the ground, wings slightly lifted. His tail flicked playfully at the sand.

Octavia froze.

The black dragon before him—sleek, powerful, and strange—crouched with mirroring grace. It blinked green eyes, head tilted in that almost cat-like curiosity. The two dragons circled each other with surprising ease, exchanging small puffs of breath and low, rumbling sounds that seemed half conversation, half challenge.

Duneveil growled—low, teasing—and leapt sideways, wings flaring but not lifting. The black dragon bounded forward, nipping playfully at Duneveil’s shoulder. In response, Duneveil gave a short, amused snort and nudged the other dragon with his snout.

They weren’t fighting. They were playing.

Octavia pressed a hand to her mouth, stunned. Her chest ached—not with fear, but with relief so overwhelming it nearly knocked her off her feet. Duneveil looked better already—no longer dragging that wounded wing, his scales brushed clean, his stance stronger. The edge of pain was still there, she could see it in the stiffness of his gait, but it no longer ruled his movement.

She stepped forward, quietly, slowly. Not wanting to break the moment.

The dragons both turned at the sound of her approach. Duneveil’s eyes lit up first—those warm, fire-touched amber irises widening with recognition. He let out a soft trill and trotted toward her, pressing his snout into her chest.

“Oh, Duneveil,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face into the coarse, sun-warmed scales. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve—gods, I should’ve come sooner.”

He huffed, a short, almost chiding breath.

She pulled back slightly, running a hand along the edge of his jaw, her voice catching.

“You’re alright.” Her voice was filled with emotions, yet calm and soft.

A rustle behind her. She turned.

Hiccup stood near the stable wall, one hand casually resting on the black dragon’s shoulder. His expression was quiet—not judgmental, not curious—just understanding. The soft wind tugged at his brown hair, and he wore a simple red tunic, leather vest, and the odd shoulder guard Octavia had seen him wear the day before. His stance was relaxed, but alert, like someone used to managing unpredictability.

“I figured you’d want to see him first thing,” he said gently.

Octavia blinked, straightened. Her throat still ached from the rush of emotion.

“I didn’t... thank you. For—well. For looking after him.”

“Of course.” He offered a small, crooked smile. “I know how that feels. Waking up and thinking the worst.”

He stepped forward, hand still resting gently on the sleek black dragon’s neck.

“I realize I never really gave you a proper introduction yesterday,” Hiccup continued, glancing down at the dragon beside him. “This is Toothless. My best friend.”

Toothless tilted his head toward her, his nostrils flaring slightly as he blinked those wide, luminous green eyes. Then, without warning, he stepped closer and bumped his head gently into her side.

Octavia staggered slightly, startled.

“He likes you,” Hiccup said, half amused. “That’s a good sign.”

Octavia looked between the two dragons—Toothless and Duneveil now standing close together, exchanging curious glances, like two old beasts sizing up a new pack dynamic.

“They’re... getting along?” she asked hesitantly.

“Better than I expected, honestly. Toothless can be a bit... defensive, but he’s also a great judge of character.” Hiccup’s gaze flicked toward her. “Both dragon and rider.”

Octavia didn’t quite know what to say to that.

She looked back at Duneveil, brushing his jaw again, then toward the mysterious Night Fury—Toothless—who was now crouched in the sand, watching the horizon with lazy interest.

“I’m glad,” she said softly. “He doesn’t... trust easily.”

“Neither do you, I think,” Hiccup said lightly.

She glanced sharply at him.

He held up a hand in peace. “Just an observation.”

A silence fell between them—not cold, but tentative. Hiccup didn’t push. He merely stood beside her, watching the dragons interact, letting the stillness stretch.

Finally, she broke it.

“I thought I lost him,” she admitted quietly. “Back in the ambush. When we fell... I thought he was going to die.”

“I know that feeling too,” he said. “More times than I’d like.”

She didn’t ask what he meant. Not yet. But something in his voice made her think he was telling the truth.

Hiccup hadn’t moved since introducing Toothless, his hand still resting lightly on the Night Fury’s head. The stables were quiet except for the distant calls of gulls and the occasional creak of wood shifting under the morning breeze.

Octavia remained kneeling beside Duneveil, her hand stroking the smoother scales along his side. The soft rumble under her palm told her he was content—but still alert. The way he kept glancing toward Hiccup wasn’t lost on her.

“You really don’t say much,” Hiccup said suddenly.

Octavia didn’t look up. “Words are cheap.”

“Depends on who’s using them.”

That earned the smallest twitch at the corner of her mouth. “Are you always like this?”

“Like what?”

“Trying to get people to talk.”

He shrugged. “Only when I think they have something interesting to say.”

She raised her gaze then, slow and deliberate. “And you think I have something interesting to say?”

“You fought off a dozen dragon hunters alone, came here on the back of a Sand Wraith, the only thing we know about you is your name, and you managed your past, and your home all to yourself for two days straight.” He gave her a sideways smile. “Yeah. I’d say that’s interesting.”

Octavia leaned her weight back slightly, folding her legs beneath her. “Curiosity can be dangerous.”

“So can mystery,” Hiccup countered. “Especially out here.”

Her expression didn’t shift, but he sensed her weighing him—measuring how far she could be pushed. Hiccup wasn’t sure she’d ever been asked questions without consequence.

“I’m not here to interrogate you,” he said, softer now. “But I’d like to know who I invited into my home.”

Octavia exhaled slowly. “You didn’t invite me. You saved me. There’s a difference.”

“Fair point,” he said. “Still—I could’ve dropped you off somewhere. But I didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He hesitated. “Because you looked like someone who needed space. Time. Safety.”

She studied him again, this time with something a little less guarded. Still wary—but less sharp.

“I’m not used to people doing things without expecting something in return,” she said at last.

“Then we’re even,” Hiccup replied. “I’m not used to mysterious strangers showing up out of nowhere and not trying to stab me.”

That made her snort, the sound catching her off guard. She covered it with a light cough, but he caught the smile she tried to bury. There was a pause. Longer this time. Hiccup leaned back against a support beam, one hand loosely resting on Toothless’s back. “How are you finding the Edge?”

Octavia tilted her head. “Strange. Loud. The twins are… confusing.”

He laughed. “That’s the most accurate way to describe them.”

“But it doesn’t feel dangerous.”

“No,” he agreed, and his tone softened. “It’s not meant to. Took us a long time to build it this way.”

She traced a pattern on the wooden floor with one finger. “It’s not like any Viking place I imagined.”

“You’ve seen many?”

“No.” She didn’t offer more.

“Well,” Hiccup said, adjusting his seating slightly, “this one’s not like most. We’re not here to conquer or raid. Just… protect. Live. Learn.”

“Unusual goals for Vikings,” she said dryly.

“I’m an unusual Viking,” he replied with a grin.

Octavia looked at him again, more directly now. “Are they all loyal to you?”

“You mean my friends?” He shrugged. “I’d say they’re loyal to the mission. To each other.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

He gave a soft laugh. “Alright. Yes. They trust me. Enough to follow me across the sea and into trouble more times than I can count.”

“That kind of loyalty is rare.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “But it’s earned. Every day.”

Something about that made her go quiet again. A thought clearly formed behind her eyes, but it never left her lips.

Hiccup didn’t press.

Instead, he stood slowly and dusted off his hands. “You know, we’ve got a big meal later this evening. The group usually gathers. No pressure to join, but I thought I’d mention it.”

She raised a brow. “Will there be more yelling?”

“Almost definitely.”

“Hm.” She didn’t say yes or no.

Hiccup gave a mock bow. “I’ll consider that a maybe.”

Before either of them could say more, a voice echoed from the stable entrance.

“There you are.”

Astrid’s boots thudded against the wooden planks as she approached, arms folded casually across her chest. Her expression was relaxed, but her eyes moved quickly between them and the dragons—ever alert, even when she pretended not to be.

Octavia watched her with silent curiosity. 

Astrid nodded toward Toothless and Duneveil, now lying side by side like old friends. “Looks like they’ve already had their morning meeting.”

“Better than the human version,” Hiccup quipped.

Astrid raised an eyebrow. “Is that what this is? A meeting?”

“Something like that,” he said.

She turned her attention to Octavia. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Octavia replied, polite but neutral.

There was a long pause.

“You sticking around today?” Astrid asked.

“I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

Astrid smiled—not warmly, but not coldly either. “Well. If you’re bored, there’s always something that needs doing.”

“Noted.”

With a small glance toward Hiccup, Astrid added, “Training starts in an hour. Don’t make me drag you.”

“I’ll be there,” he said, amused.

She gave him a light swat on the arm as she passed. “You’d better be.”

With one last glance toward Octavia, Astrid stepped back out into the sunlight.

Hiccup turned back to her. “She means well.”

“I can tell.”

He let the quiet settle again for a moment. “I’ll leave you two alone now. I’m guessing you’ve got some catching up to do.”

He gave her a short nod, then clicked his tongue softly to Toothless, who bounded upright with surprising grace. With a flick of his tail, the dragon trotted off behind Hiccup, the two disappearing into the light beyond the stable door.

Octavia sat still for a long moment after they left, her fingers still resting against Duneveil’s shoulder. The warmth of his scales grounded her, but her thoughts drifted. To loyalty. To leadership. To the kind of person who earns both without demanding either. She was used to people taking power. Not people being given it.

Not like this. Not like him.

The wind swept across Dragon’s Edge like a wild thing, stirring sea-salt through the cliffs and carrying with it the ever-present cries of dragons overhead. Octavia stepped into the midday light with a steady pace, her eyes adjusting to the bright openness after the dim coziness of the hut. Her olive-toned skin welcomed the warmth of the sun, though she was far more interested in the strange, bustling world around her than in the weather.

She wandered the grounds, letting her instincts guide her. For once, there was no map to follow, no orders, no structure. It was freeing—and slightly unsettling. The first interruption to her quiet thoughts came in the form of a very loud crash, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone yelling.

"—Tuffnut, you absolute troll-brained lizard lover, that was my axe!"

Octavia turned just in time to see two figures stumble around the corner—tall, wiry, and entirely chaotic. Ruffnut and Tuffnut.

“Oh-ho! Look who it is,” Tuffnut announced dramatically, holding up a twisted axe like it was a prize, even though it was clearly bent in half. “It’s the mysterious Dragon Lady.”

Ruffnut squinted at Octavia. “You know, I still think she’s some kind of royal. The way she walks? All… poised and mysterious.”

“You think everyone’s royalty,” Tuffnut muttered, then shot Octavia a grin. “Hey, do you have any long-lost twin siblings? Because I swear I’ve had dreams about a twin from a faraway land.”

Octavia blinked, unsure if she was supposed to respond. “No.”

Ruffnut leaned in, utterly ignoring personal space. “Are you sure? Because you could be our cousin. Like, our hot cousin, from the desert region or something.”

“I’m not your cousin,” Octavia said coolly, side-stepping them.

“See, that’s what a cousin would say,” Tuffnut nodded sagely.

“You guys are unbelievable,” she muttered.

As she walked away, she could still hear them arguing—about cousins, axes, and something about dragon fashion. She managed maybe ten paces of peace before another interruption came—this one less loud, but no less irritating.

“Hey hey, sunshine!” Snotlout’s voice slid in like oil over water. “Miss me?”

Octavia didn’t stop walking.

Snotlout, unfortunately, caught up quickly. “You know, I was wondering if I should wear my shoulder armor today… and then I figured—why bother? Let the arms speak for themselves.”

She gave him a flat glance, her olive-green eyes colder than usual. “They’re certainly saying something. Not sure it’s worth listening to.”

He smirked, apparently undeterred. “Ouch. You wound me. But seriously, are you going to the feast tonight?”

“Yes,” she said, because of course she was going. Hiccup had already mentioned it.

“Perfect!” He leaned in slightly. “Then you won’t mind if I sit next to you. You know, so we can get to know each other better. Really talk.”

“I’d rather sit next to a wild boar,” she said without missing a beat.

“Oof. Harsh.” He chuckled like it was a game. “You’ll come around. They always do.”

“No,” she said firmly, stopping to look him dead in the eyes. “They don’t.”

Snotlout paused. For the first time, he actually seemed to register that this wasn’t teasing or mysterious indifference. She meant it. Her voice, her eyes, the stiff line of her jaw—they were steel.

“…Right. Cool,” he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well. See ya around, desert dagger.”

She rolled her eyes and kept walking, not bothering to correct him. The nickname, as stupid as it was, beat having to suffer through more of his ego. She wandered a bit more after that, trying to shake off the feeling Snotlout always left in his wake. Like a sticky film of arrogance. She hated men like him—cocky, smug, convinced the world was theirs. The Empire had been full of them.

As she neared the edge of the main training grounds, she slowed. The rhythmic sound of metal striking wood carried across the field, mingled with soft grunts and the occasional shout.

There, in the open courtyard near the cliffs, Hiccup and Astrid were sparring.

It wasn’t exactly a fight—more like a dance. Hiccup moved with fluid precision, dodging Astrid’s axe strikes, laughing lightly when she nearly clipped his shoulder. Astrid, for her part, was fast and relentless, grinning fiercely every time she landed a touch.

Octavia stood there for a while, unnoticed. Watching.

There was an ease between them—a familiarity that came not only from training but from trust. They moved like they had done this a thousand times before. Like they knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses inside out.

When Astrid paused to brush her hair out of her face, Hiccup reached out and tucked the stray strands behind her ear.

Octavia looked away.

It wasn’t jealousy—she didn’t know Hiccup well enough for that, and certainly didn’t want to know him like that. But something about the moment unsettled her. It was too… soft. Too warm.

She thought of Rome, of the cold formality of courtship, of alliances and marriages forged through strategy and obligation. Affection there was rare, and when it existed, it was hidden, weaponized, or broken.

Here, things seemed… different.

She turned and headed back toward her hut, the weight of the day slowly settling on her shoulders.

Tonight, there would be a feast. Tomorrow? Who knew.

But for now, she would let herself rest. And maybe—just maybe—begin to understand this strange new world she had landed in.

At night, the Edge seemed like the same place, but a totally different one at the same time. Torches lined the outpost’s pathways, their flames flickering in the ocean breeze, casting long shadows that danced along the cliffs. The stars above shimmered like scattered silver, and the bonfire at the center of the Edge crackled warmly, the smoke rising in a steady column against the darkening sky.

Octavia hesitated near the edge of the gathering area, the clubhouse, arms folded, watching as the others began settling around the circular table, surrounding the fire. She wasn’t used to gatherings like this—not with such a small, tight-knit group that behaved more like a chaotic family than any military unit or formal gathering she’d known.

And yet, here they were.

Fishlegs had already seated himself with two full plates, nervously adjusting his tunic as he tried to balance a bowl of stew in one hand and what looked like an entire smoked fish in the other. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were arguing—loudly—over who had made the better-looking crown of seagull feathers, while Meatlug snoozed just behind them. Astrid stood near the table, arms crossed but smiling faintly, speaking with Snotlout, who was doing that thing again—leaning back, arms spread like he owned the place, flashing grins that no one was asking for.

And then, of course, Hiccup.

He stood by the table, catching Octavia’s gaze almost immediately. Without saying anything, he gave her a small, inviting wave. It was enough to make her feet move before her mind caught up. She approached slowly, unsure if she should sit or keep standing. Before she could overthink it, Hiccup motioned to the empty seat beside him.

“You came,” he said.

“I was invited,” Octavia replied, voice soft but even.

“I’ve noticed that doesn’t always mean you’ll say yes.”

A small quirk of her lips. “You’re observant.”

She sat down. The bench creaked beneath her, and the heat of the fire warmed her face as she reached for a piece of bread. Despite her instincts to remain cautious, there was something… grounding about this small group. It wasn’t what she’d known. It wasn’t what she’d been taught. But it wasn’t unkind.

“So,” came a familiar, smug voice from across the table. “You finally decided to join us, mystery girl.”

Snotlout leaned forward with a grin, propping his chin in one hand and cocking an eyebrow. “Gotta say, you clean up nice. I mean, you looked fierce before, but now? You’ve got that whole… ‘mysterious warrior from a far-off land’ thing going on. I dig it.”

Octavia’s eyes narrowed. “Is this how you talk to every woman?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he winked.

“Charming,” she muttered, tearing her bread in half with a bit more force than necessary.

Ruffnut snorted from the other end of the table. “Don’t mind him. Snotlout flirts with literally anything that moves. Last week he tried complimenting a thunder drum.”

“In my defense,” Snotlout raised a finger, “it had really nice scales.”

“You screamed when it sneezed on you,” Tuffnut added.

“I screamed in admiration.”

“You ran behind Fishlegs.”

“I was using him as cover! Tactical retreat!”

Fishlegs let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Please leave me out of your flirt-based failures.”

Octavia couldn’t help it—her lips twitched, then curled slightly into a smile.

This was ridiculous. This was nothing like the structured, formal world she had once known. And for some reason, it made her stomach feel… lighter. She bit into the bread, savoring its warmth, letting herself absorb the moment.

Snotlout was mid-story about how he once wrestled a wild boar—Octavia strongly doubted the truth of it—when Ruffnut squinted across the firelight at her and tilted her head dramatically.

“So,” she said, pausing for effect, “you and Hiccup, huh?”

Octavia blinked. “Pardon?”

Ruffnut leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, grinning. “You’ve been talking a lot. He never talks that much to anyone.”

“I talk,” Hiccup protested weakly, nearly dropping his fork.

“Yeah, but like, not without sounding like you’re giving a speech at a dragon funeral,” Tuffnut added helpfully. “You’ve been doing the casual voice. It’s suspicious.”

Octavia arched a brow. “You people are truly strange, you know that?”

“We just notice things,” Tuffnut replied with a sage nod, as if he were imparting ancient wisdom. “It’s a gift. A curse, really.”

Ruffnut elbowed him. “Like how you noticed a tree was ‘winking’ at you last week?”

“It was blinking! I saw it!”

Octavia stifled a laugh behind her cup. The banter was absurd, but oddly comforting. Even after only a couple of days, the twins’ energy was becoming something she could anticipate, if not quite predict.

Hiccup cleared his throat and shifted in his seat beside her. “They’re just being ridiculous. As usual.”

Fishlegs, who had been meticulously organizing the different kinds of roasted vegetables on his plate, looked up. “Well, to be fair, you did choose to sit next to her. You always sit between Astrid and Snotlout.”

Snotlout leaned across the table. “Yeah, and I always sit next to the ladies.” He winked at Octavia. “It’s the rule of the table.”

“I didn’t see any rulebook,” she replied coolly, eyes narrowing. “And if there is one, it could use an update.”

The table burst into laughter, except for Snotlout, who looked mildly wounded.

“I like the rulebook,” he muttered into his mead.

Octavia caught Hiccup trying—and failing—not to smile beside her.

“See?” Ruffnut gestured wildly. “They’re already finishing each other’s—”

“Don’t,” Astrid warned, finally joining in from across the table. “If you say sandwiches, I’m leaving.”

“Wow,” Tuffnut said, looking at his sister. “That’s actually a good one. Write it down.”

“Already did.”

Astrid gave Octavia a faint smile, though there was something unreadable in her eyes—cool, not cold, but definitely watching. Octavia met the gaze calmly, offering a slight nod. Whatever tension there might have been between them earlier, it wasn’t sharp now. But it was there.

The meal carried on with raucous laughter, half-burnt meat, stories that grew wilder with every retelling, and the general chaos that seemed to be this group’s natural state. Octavia, for once, didn’t feel the need to analyze or question it. She simply was—among them but apart, like a traveler resting by someone else’s fire.

And Hiccup? He sat beside her, not saying much, but glancing at her once or twice with quiet curiosity. He didn’t ask questions this time, didn’t press for stories or secrets.

She was grateful for that.

As the feast wound down and the firelight dimmed, Octavia leaned back slightly, watching Duneveil and Toothless curled up together just beyond the edge of the tables. The sight warmed something deep inside her—something that hadn’t quite thawed in weeks.

This place was strange. Loud. Disorganized. And yet… not unwelcoming.

Maybe, just maybe, she could breathe here. For a while.

[sonicasura]

Hybrid Skully

I decided to delve into some hybrid ideas with Skully. The species swap Kafkas in question will be MAG, Agunimon and Grandracmon specifically. No Ghost this time but maybe after I do two more Species Swap with our himbo.

Skully will be half kaiju in nature for obviously reasons. Also whether this is related to Single Dad Kafka or not remains unspecified. Now let's get started.

Vampire Prince(GranDracmon)

Skully is the result of a capture attempt by the 3rd Division on Kafka. Due to his now kaiju nature, it's easier for the Defense Force to harm him with their weapons than just be restricted to Light Cannons. A small chunk of his right wing gets cut off by Hoshina and it's only sheer luck that the piece got caught on his tail.

Kafka didn't notice the newest addition until he felt something rummage in his tail fur. You can bet the man wasn't suspecting a cat sized hybrid that looks eeriely similar to him. Think if Skully was a pudgy reptile type centaur, had little bat wings on his upper back, a three pointed star crest horn on his forehead and two dragon heads coming from his lower beast back than thighs. Yugioh's Tyrant Neptune is the best way I can explain his body type.

Skully is especially feisty when it comes to his innate instinct to acquire human blood. The kaiju side of the hybrid would want extra protection from the natural weakness that Grandracmon have than just a human form. Kafka had to teach the whelp about not harming humans(unless in self defense) and only feed on kaiju.

No better way to cause a massive stir amongst the Defense Force than the current King of the Monsters having a child. Especially one who has a tendency to wander around. Reno and Kikoru often end up finding Skully so they are very quick to return him to Kafka in some way.

If the piece hadn't latch onto Kafka's tail then the little one would've been born halfway during transport to the Science Department. Soshiro would retrieved the piece as a chunk of the Vampire King will provide useful info for a future capture mission and habitation cell. No one foresaw the transformation that wing chunk under went inside the container.

Or the newborn to only listen to Soshiro. There were definitely discussions about what to do since they rather not garner the Vampire King's wrath. Soshiro is completely responsible for Skully in this situation as the whelp happens to be quite skittish without his 'Mama' or 'Papa' present.

For those wondering, he did offer the hybrid his blood at some point. Skully gotten sick and had difficulty keeping kaiju blood down so Soshiro offer some of his to see if it could help. (It did.) This is how they discover why the whelp was frantic about feeding on human blood as he no longer wanted the stuff afterwards. A survival tactic to blend in with the population.

Kafka has a habit of popping up to see Skully too. Sometimes it's in private since the whelp is stealthy enough to slip in and off base. Other times Kafka intervenes if a situation looks dire or Skully leads Soshiro to him.

Harmony (MAG)

Skully is created from a chunk of Kafka's arm. How this injury happens depends on the route in question. Due to being part MAG, Skully is bigger than his other iterations as he stands around 3 ft in size. He looks mostly the same but has small horns, dark mahogany carapace/tail, and an extra pair of arms. Luckily Skully retains a gentle nature.

In the Monster Sweepers route, Kafka loses part of his arm during a work accident. They were working on a porcupine kaiju with shootable serrated quills. Someone had triggered a pressure point which resulted in a quill firing and Kafka taking the blow for his coworker.

The torn off chunk end up in a trashcan so no one knew Skully had formed inside. Well until the whelp waddle over to munch on a chunk of kaiju meat. Kafka definitely didn't know how to react at first. Luckily Skully became one of the best and worst things for his aggression.

The good being how fast the whelp calms him but also provides company whenever nobody can visit. Bad side is that Kafka is more eager to tear apart anyone dumb enough to threaten Skully. Animals and sometimes humans have a much better chance at fleeing his wrath than kaiju.

The Defense Force wants to capture Kafka in the general AU as they learn he's an illegal human experiment. His mutation already made them more desperate in their attempts but now caution is seriously advised with Skully around. They HAVE to gently convince him to come to them as any capture attempt could risk a potential massacre.

Skully usually hangs on Kafka's back like a koala whenever he is on the move. Either him or somebody else as the whelp remains surprisingly light despite their size. (Think the weight of an average house cat for comparison.)

In Placation route, Skully is accidentally created during a round of testing. The Science Department needed some samples to understand how much the larval kaiju had alter his biology. Although this time they took a sizeable chunk of flesh than blood for better results.

Okonogi is the person who later discovers a newly formed Skully rummaging in the trash and calls Mina over immediately. (The Science Department were later restricted to blood samples or very dead flesh after this incident.) Skully is always monitored by someone if he isn't with Kafka.

Mina rather not have some ballsy fool try to snatch him as she's already batting the higher ups with a stick. Luckily Kafka is a nice deterrent for the latter since everyone knows how nasty parental kaiju can get. She won't hesitate to join him as Skully got her wrapped around his finger.

Fireworks (Agunimon)

The little hybrid was created from a chunk of Kafka's mane and tail. You can thank a particularly nasty mantis kaiju for the unconventional haircut/tail strim much to our himbo's annoyance. Kafka ends up collecting the mess in a trash bag before the Defense Force showed up.

He's around halfway home when the thing begins to moves on it's own. Kafka absolutely wasn't expecting the little fluffy whelp inside. This Skully's body is covered in a thick layer of poofy golden fur with thin quill like spines poking between the cracks of his mahogany shell and two small striped horns in front of his horn nubs. (He would've looked like a puffball with a pudgy armor plated tail it wasn't for the carapace shell. The fur smooths out evenly with age.)

Kafka is grateful that he fireproofed his house as Skully definitely has pyrokinesis here. The whelp tends to sneeze sparks at best and small flames at worst. Our himbo gotten a little fireproof scarf for Skully to wear so to avoid any accidental fires. He also gave his coworkers a heads up.

Kafka is relieved that the battle lust of his curse didn't pass on. (Although the hopes that any inhuman traits being inherited by potential children is now dashed.) He is cautious about Skully being near the cursed armor as he rather not test his luck any further.

The Defense Force have only become more riled up since the whelp has a tendency to follow Kafka into battle. It made attempts at capture more risky as the 'Fire Lord' isn't any kaiju they want to piss off. They haven't even found his nest yet and rather not have a lost kaiju whelp roaming about.

If Kafka didn't gather up those torn pieces then Skully would've been born in the Science Department. The Defense Force will take any part of the Fire Lord for analysis even if it was a few hairs. Okonogi definitely gotten a scare when she went to check on the latest material only to find a whelp in the container instead.

It took a bit longer to cobble up a fireproof scarf for Skully as no one was prepared for a fire sneezing infant to be on base. Soshiro had to keep his officers from trying to get payback against the whelp. (Little Skully had accidentally set multiple people's hair or clothes on fire via sneezing.)

The whelp acts like a sort of radar when it involves their 'Mama'. Skully will get quite excited if he's nearby and has often waddled away to greet Kafka. The 3rd Division are currently changing tactics when it comes to the Fire Lord in this situation.

A blood sample from Skully had revealed unidentifiable human DNA in the mix. The chance that No.8 is part human or has a human mate changes everything the Defense Force knows. An answer they are most likely to get if their target remains alive.

Well, that's what I think anyway.

@discoknack @drmarune @ashblock @driokrine

[bluenpinkcastle]

The History of LEGO Elves day 11

20250113: The History of LEGO Elves day 11 41077 Aira's Pegasus Sleigh (2015, 319 pieces, 144 different parts) From the LEGO website: Fly up to the sky in a magical sleigh pulled by flying horses!

Build a flying sleigh with Aira Windwhistler, the Wind Elf! Fly up to the clouds pulled by Starshine and Rufus, the 2 pegasi to help the LEGO® Elves find the magic wind key they need to send their lost friend Emily Jones back to the human world. Load up the chest with cookies for the journey and then follow the magic map with Aira and Azari Firedancer, the Fire Elf, to an ancient windmill in the sky. Miku the baby dragon has the last key, but how will the elf friends get it from her? Help Aira muster her magic wind powers to blow cookies towards Miku, and distract her long enough to grab the key. Includes Aira Windwhistler and Azari Firedancer mini-doll figures, plus Miku the baby dragon and 2 pegasi: Starshine and Rufus.

Includes Aira Windwhistler and Azari Firedancer mini-doll figures, plus Miku the baby dragon and 2 pegasi: Starshine and Rufus

Features Aira’s Pegasus Sleigh and an ancient windmill with a secret cave

Aira’s Pegasus Sleigh opens for the Elves to get inside and features pop-out wings and a chest for storing supplies

Windmill features turning sails, a fishpond and a cozy cave with a hook for the key

Accessory elements include 2 cookies, a fish, lamp, map, signpost with the four elements, wind key and 2 power icons: wind and fire

Build a magical Pegasus sleigh to fly up to the clouds!

Head to the cozy cave to read the magic map

Relax under the windmill by the pond after finding the wind key

Windmill measures over 5” (13cm) high, 3” (10cm) wide and 2” (7cm) deep

Pegasus sleigh (with wings extended and 2 pegasi) measures over 1” (5cm) high, 10” (26cm) long and 4” (12cm) wide

Aira is an elf with air and wind elemental magic powers. Aira has a dark purple fabric short curved cape with three holes at the top and decorative cut outs along the bottom, which is unique to this set. A detailed description of the LEGO parts for Aira can be found on The History of LEGO Elves day 04. The Elvendale Fandom wiki has a good article about Aira's personality and role in the Elves story :) Azari is an elf with fire elemental magic powers. Azari has a bright light orange fabric short curved cape with three holes at the top and decorative cut outs along the bottom, which is unique to this set. A detailed description of the LEGO parts for Azari can be found on The History of LEGO Elves day 03. The Elvendale Fandom wiki has a good article about Azari's personality and role in the Elves story :) Miku the Dragon is a medium azure baby wind dragon with magenta top spikes, wings, and stomach. Miku has large triangular ears and small white horns. The Elvendale Fandom wiki also has a page for Miku :) The set itself consists of three parts: the sleigh itself pulled by two white horses with lavender manes and silver decorative scrollwork along the necks, one with lavender eyes and behind-the-eye scrollwork (Starshine) and one with dark azure eyes and and behind-the-eye scrollwork (Rufus), a small lime road direction sign with each of the four elemental magic markers (light aqua wave print, lime leaf print, medium lavender wings print, and tan fire print) on 2x2 tiles, and a small windmill on top of a hollow cave with the medium azure baby dragon and a small medium azure waterfall to the left. New and unique parts for this set include: -Lavender large ornamental key was only found in two sets, 41077 Aira's Pegasus Sleigh and 41078 Skyra's Mysterious Sky Castle. The part itself was only used in eight Elves sets, with two iterations of each key color (bright light orange, lavender, light aqua, and lime) in one set each, plus all the keys in 41078, and in 10251 Brick Bank in light bluish gray. This set was available for purchase June 2015 - 31 December 2016 and the LEGO Catalogue from North America says it was $39.99. Parts inventory for this set can be found on BrickLink or Rebrickable with a free download of the instructions available on LEGO.com or Rebrickable.

[draconicdeityarts]

Fandom/Media List

Here is a list of all the media I am willing to/plan to draw fanart for, or have done fanart of before. Many of them are common on my blog, some aren’t, and some I haven’t drawn for but am willing to do so. Done in alphabetical order.

(Will be updated over time as well!)

- The Amazing Digital Circus

- The Bad Guys

- Ben 10 (Biased towards classic, but I like all)

- Bugsnax

- Courage the Cowardly Dog

- Crash Bandicoot

- Cuphead

- Dandadan

- Digimon

- Five Nights at Freddy’s

- Generator Rex

- Godzilla (any iteration)

- Gravity Falls

- Guardians of Gahoole

- How to Train Your Dragon

- Invader Zim

- Jurassic Park (All iterations/tied media. I especially love the og film and Camp Cretaceous!)

- Kung Fu Panda

- Lupin III

- Mad Rat Dead

- Nimona

- Omori

- The Owl House

- Parappa the Rapper

- Persona Series (3,4, and 5, but want to get into the older titles as well when I can.)

- Pikmin

- Pokémon

- Raggedy Ann and Andy

- Sonic the Hedgehog (any version)

- Spider-Man (any iteration, but LOVE Spiderverse!)

- Spyro the Dragon (any version)

- TMNT (ALL iterations!!!)

- Wallace and Gromit

- Wings of Fire

[frindoka]

my art timeline :-)

hi! i’m making this because i was inspired by maxpawb’s post i saw on toyhouse , which then led me to look at all my own art that is still somehow intact in my storage. this only details stuff from when i started posting online, not from when i started drawing traditionally as a wee lad. partially because my sketchbooks are lost and partially because i never really wrote down dates on my art to begin with.

a lot of dates are lost, due to the aforementioned problem of me not writing things down.. and also i have awful dissociative memory problems so there’s way too many gaps in my life. but i really did want to do this to see how much i could find & how much i could recollect.

content warning for VERY brief mentions of grooming, as well as minor mentions of real shitty friends

everything is under the cut! there might be another rb if or when i hit the image limit. curse you, tumblr.

date: ??? , i had to be around like. 11 at the time

this was when i joined warriors amino and i deleted my account because i got in trouble for having social media, LMAO. i eventually came back with a new one though. this is probably one of the only surviving art pieces from when i was THIS YOUNG, everything’s on an ipad that’s so broken it won’t even charge

i learned how to use the smudge tool on ibispaint at this time and thought i was the coolest bitch on the block for my blending

may 2019, i was like 12

my return to amino (and brief period on deviantart, which i never used again lmao) i was specifically on wings of fire amino + warriors amino. i was obsessed with airbrush shading.

this is one of my first fursonas which was a wings of fire fanflight called kitsunewings or smth. and also my first species character (he predated the dragon), a bayfox, which was drawn in krita. i never used krita again after this. coincidentally, i was also never active in bayfoxes after submitting him.

i crawled back to ibispaint no matter how many new free programs i tried.. (also tried firealpaca once. i couldn’t even figure out how to draw a line…)

may 2019, 12

the rise of my longest lasting fursona. she got stolen on a shitty app called anime maker once. i can’t remember if she’s older than the dragon, andromeda, but her older iterations definitelt are. this character was just the FIRST first fursona that i actually called that, since i didn’t even really know what a furry was at first

june 2019, 12

my first commission that i sold for like 30 deviantart points (i only used the site for commission purposes, as mentioned before i never really used it lmao)

also i tried to make a closed species on wings of fire amino. second image. it was terribly stressful ; this was around the time i met my longest lasting group of friends (hi freak bin! 5 years <3) and.. some of the worst people i’ve ever met in my life at the same time, LMAOOO

also here’s this kokichi ouma dog i made before i even knew what danganronpa was. i would find out much later, unfortunately

march 2020, still 12 (cause of my august birthday 😒)

there’s a really big gap in my files here. sad! my art kicks into gear at this point tbh, i like how i did the lines. wish i had the energy for such clean lineart still :-(

i think around this time i lost contact with the people who were my groomers (which i would realize later) and i’m thankful that i don’t even remember what their names are.

april 2020 - july 2020, 12

okay these aren’t awful actually. HOW WAS MY ART SO DETAILED. i admire baby frets power, jesus christ

i also did a design raffle when i hit 500 amino followers which is still the most i’ve ever gotten as a following. pretty crazy, i wonder who owns this dude now, i still think they’re cute

august 2020, 13

wow i’m 13 now look at that. i had to go digging for this one, only one i could find that was remotely close to my birthday (it’s the 25th!) this was a drawing for my friend bea lol

was still friends with some pretty shitty people from wings of fire amino, and it was really taking a toll on me. i don’t remember drawing as often as i used to during that time because of all of that.

december 2020, 13

i wish i could still draw backgrounds.. i need more practice

january 2021, 13

okay honestly these are really cute. i don’t know wtf kind of motivation i had for this much detail. the shading is pretty damn good

april 2021, 13

still going strong with the shading and backgrounds. not much to say around this time either lol. the first one is an older design of mine, but they’re pretty damn cute.. i wonder what happens to the desgins i lose track of? but ik this guy has a toyhouse profile i just refuse to look through my like. 200 pages of character designs on there…

july 2021, 13

PUDDLE! PUDDLE OH HOW I MISS YOU. my original favorite oc, i got so much art of him & drew him so much he reached 100 pieces in less than a month. i also met my best friend through this dude.

my art got.. blocky? here? idk what i was doing with all of that but it lasts for a while. lol

october 2021, 14

one year older and i got neo twewy for my birthday and it changed my life permanently. in several ways. anyhow, here’s frindoka furries.. they live in my files forever and will never b drawn again because they got redesigned several more times LOLLLLL

this is the month after i broke off permanently from my shitty old friends, with support of some other friends of mine. thank you guys… i did proceed to get harassed and made paranoid over my text messages by the shitty friends cause they were mad i got one of them banned from a furry adopts server for being literally dangerous. i do know it was them bc it was admitted to & they were some of the only people i gave my phone number to. i was kind of dumb for that

i was happy after my birthday because 13 was one of the worst years of my life. literal constant spirals and breakdowns because this is when i realize i was, in fact, groomed. i’m well and handling it better now.

january 2022, 14

my first d&d character, the mark of my eventual spiral into heath insanity… shadow how i miss you. i ended up redesigning them later on

march 2022, 14

i got into a pokemon arpg around this time and it took over my life for MONTHSSSS. kind of a shitty community in it though, but i appreciate how it improved my artwork. i’m back at the backgrounds! it’s shut down indefinitely now. rip eeveemporium

april 2022, 14

I FOT BACK INTO WAKFUUUU😭😭😭 also got pretty comfortable in my identity as a transgender nonbinary person, but i would get MORE comfortable about my identity later on :-)

this is going to be continued in a reblog because i did, in fact, hit the image limit. oopsie daisies