#kinda naga-esque

[senselessalchemist]

I have to start teaching again on Monday so here are some things that I meant to finish but oh well guess it wasnt meant to be

[monster-match-if]

I'm just gonna get this 'erm actually' Pitts the way so, ahem

Ermmm ACTually male snakes can't lay eggs l, course Sei is a Naga so u can just veto that fact but that does make me curious about what these things are???

Like is it a standard snake egg? Some kinda alien goo egg? Shit if this is gonna be part of sex might as well know what ur sticking uo ur ass

And not to be absolutely rancid, but can you imagine being a hatchling of Naga parents and somehow you learn that when you were an egg, you were basically used as a sex toy, horrible thing to come to terms with

This one made me laugh, don't know why exactly😂 And well yes, actual male snakes don't lay eggs, but I also don't think I've ever read a male naga fiction without it. I'm actually not sure where/how in the monster fucker community this started, but I think it's pretty standard? Do correct me if I'm wrong and I somehow ended on the weird(er) side of the internet yet again 🤣But I always thought one🍆was for sending in the eggs and the second 🍆 was to fertilize them... in monster fucker naga lore. That being said, I was contemplating if I should also make the cecaeilia be able to pop eggs into MC as well🤣🤣and like, behind the tentacles they could actually swap genitals at will so no one is left out... I'm over complicating the code...as always... What I have in mind is more alien than actual octopi biology. And hmm I guess the eggs too are more alien-esque than actual eggs. Like, I've been picturing them softer when they go in and hardening in time for when they have to come out. They also quite easily pop right out without anything to... plug them in, so it's not really like in humans, oops we didn't use protection, now you're pregnant. There will be no hatching of anything in game. There might be just something wrong with me, but I don't find it all that different from human sperm😅as in we (generally speaking) don't treat it as a potential baby, just one part of the puzzle, if that at all

[yeenybeanies]

Hey! I love your Naga design for ghost and was wondering could you drop some tips on turning characters into one? I keep attempting but I’m just not satisfied since I keep leaning towards a more humanoid look and I’m struggling since my guy has a beard. I want a more creature-esque look and You absolutely nailed ghost.

hey, thanks!! flattered that naga!ghost has gotten so much love!!

for you, friend, i threw together a lil guide for what i personally usually do to naga-ify a character! using pretty boy john “soap”mactavish as an example here 🐍❤️

tbh i’ve never really put more than some light stubble on a naga before, so it was kinda cool to think about how a beard would work around how i structure naga faces!!

thank u for this ask too i am in love with naga!soap now (even tho he is even more of a pain in the ass to color than naga!ghost 😭)

[secondhanddragon]

(I realized it's been a while since I've annoyed you so I'm gonna remedy this)

Monster Hunter has just released its 20th Anniversary Hunter Ranking Choice for Monsters!

You already know (from I, the Not Actually Very Good Hunter) that many MH monsters are inspired by dragons—even lesser-known ones like our mutual favorite the Naga, in the form of the monster Najarala. Even the armor you can fashion from the Najarala calls back to the five-headed Naga you have seen in Thailand!

Anyway, I kinda want a dragonheart's cultured taste in rating us MH hunters' choices, so...

This is the video showing all of the monsters by rank!

You can watch up to the 10th, 20th, or 30th choices. Really, it depends on you!

Rate each draconic monster (not all are draconic in aesthetics. For example, Zinogre, the first-place winner, is more of a wolf) by its design and vibe!

PLEASE LOOK AT WHO GOT NO.5 OKAY LOOK FUCKING LOOK DAMN IT I SAID LOOK

HAVE FUN!

placing my bets now that number 5 will be none other than your gore magala

Zinogre: I have nothing to compare him to but this is a dragon to me, 6/10 i'd rank him higher but i'm trying to set a baseline for potentially cooler designs here

Nergigante: It's a cool one but it's not really My Particular Style of dragon design, 5/10

Lagiacrus: hmm sea monster esque? 6/10 pretty neat

Valstrax: I do quite enjoy the silhouette of this design, 6/10

I tihnk you'd kill me if i didn't give the gore magala a 10, so 10/10 it shall be

Velkhana: oooohhh now that's a good ice dragon right there, 7/10

Nargacuga: 6/10 pretty neat

Fatalis: now that's a classic dragon, very strong pose, excellent vibes, 7/10

Ruiner: cool but again, not to my tastes, 5/10

Alatreon: good fuckin vibes right here, 8/10 a very good dragon

[greaterbalrogcat]

Whats a good doron replacement?

I like using YouTube guides for hard new stages but they often use doron

would like to mention something before i actually start talking, if you're at a point in the game where a lot of the guides for stages have doron you're probably at a point in the game where you're very capable of getting doron and you should prioritize doing so that thing's busted

in terms of what you substitute for doron, what you gotta understand is that doron is one of those units that kinda just works everywhere. it's an 1800 cost decently fast recharge insanely high health almost full immunities (no toxic immune) suicide unit with strong damage, omni, and a great surge. this is incredibly useful for some stages where you need an occasional wall of death or just solid chip damage

obviously, more often than not, you'll be using doron for its niche, which pre-tf is a very long freeze vs relic which is extended if the surge lands on the initial target, and in tf is that but with added KB which generally helps more than it hurts. this is invaluable for big strong relic enemies, such as luza and...honestly like all relic threats lmao. othom? yeah. m ost? yeah. relic bun-bun? golem sunfish? dogumaru, lowkey, masked grandmaster, spiritual yulala, any relic without surge immune and even some of the ones who do? great cc vs all of them for just 1800 cost, enough to chunk their health and make way for other attackers to murder them

but y'know this is about substitutions so what do you put in if you don't have doron? well, a lot of pre-doron relic threats are shorter range, so units like talented rodeo or true form naga cat can permaslow or permafreeze (respectively) if stacked enough. if you need its chip damage, surge ubers and surge units in general are becoming more common, and slime cat honestly might be the closest to a doron-esque unit you can get without getting doron itself; big damage, hits once and dies, very strong pierce. replacing doron in a youtube lineup tends to heavily depend on the stage bc if you're watching boogle and trying to get your 20+90 eraser and doron for aac 1 star stop doing that but there are some good lineups that are kinda built around doron and you might need to change the entire thing to get it to work. there's no one answer to the question of "what do i replace doron with", heavily stage dependent and lineup dependent, just put in whatever you need more of/whatever will help

tl;dr: if you can get doron get doron, if you can't get doron for some reason it's stage dependent but good surge units or slime or anti-relics can have the same effect

[uh-e-rinnie]

I also really adore the RPG AU! Any elements of the AU that you felt really proud of for coming up with but never had the chance to share?

Thanks!

Ah I never really got the chance to go deep into the dynamics between characters. Esp how the mystery of what Virgil is and how that ties into the underlying elements of the world's lore.

Roman and Remus's story as well. Though its not anything too dramatic; Remus was the heir to the throne instead of Roman cause he was the older brother, but had left for reasons Roman wasn't aware about. For the longest time Roman was under the impression there was some form of greater evil that drove Remus away, but the truth is Remus wanted to leave. Roman kinda has a hard time understanding that and that would be something that develops had I gone full fledged story with it lmao.

Also never got to share the Virgil-Janus-Remus dynamic but basically they grew up together! Janus and Virgil knowing each other longer than Remus.

Janus would have been a snake man. Literally Naga-esque. Similarly to Patton his father would have been the leader of their tribe/clan, and he would be next in line. Unlike Patton, he has long rebelled against this and showed disinterest.

Virgil and Logan's dynamic as well, being a student-teacher kind that evolves into full on friendship. The concept of family being something they explore more with each other. I remember writing about wanting Logan to take Virgil to his hometown to visit his parent's graves.

There's probably a lot more I don't remember haha. Of course I wish I could've shown the designs and there's always room in the future for it, but yeah! lmk if ur curious of anything

[regard-me-not]

When I created Naga, one of my dnd 5e characters, the idea was to ignore all the restrictions I usually put upon myself during character creation. I allowed myself to come up with a total mary-sue type self insert purely satisfying oc that had no real baggage or grand designs, just pure aesthetic and vibes. Her goal is to be an adventurer, and she aspires to be a knight even though she's a soulknife rogue who was taught by her assassin mother.

Visually, she's literally made to be picrew-able. She's the daughter of a zany Jeff Goldblum-esque nobleman and his retired assassin shadar-kai wife. She has a magic bracelet that lets her change her hair and eye color. She has 3 fully realized npcs who follow her around at all times fussing over her wellbeing. She rides a fucking purple wyvern named Julia. She traded names with that wyvern - who is also her best friend.

Over the course of the campaign, she had "the prince inside" pulled out of her soul, which manifested as a tiny talking frog with a crown named Prince Frogga. He's the sweetest little guy and loves everyone unconditionally. Also, Naga unlocked the ability to change into a boy "Prince Nagga" form by Swallowing the Frog and Fusing Back Together. And then change back by blepping Prince Frogga back out.

I have so many silly stories and moments to share about her, I could go on for pages. There's no real point to this post other than celebrating this wild child because I'm thinkin about her, but if I were to extrapolate one it'd be a reminder to make your mary-sue self insert characters. The design philosophy behind Naga extends to playing her in-game, too. RPing her whimsical shenanigans is like comfort food for the brain, and sometimes I forget that's kinda what rpgs are about.

[wyverewings]

Wyvere Reviews All the Monster Hunter Monsters (Assorted Monsters)

So, you might be confused by this title here. Well, some of the classes in Monster Hunter are given a pitiful amount of monsters compared to others. Which forces me to shove them all into one post rather than dedicate multiple posts to them. Anyway, let's give these classes the love they deserve!

Wingdrakes

Our first class today will be the Wingdrakes. From my understanding, they're classified by being small, pterosaur-like wyverns. Barnos is our first of the five, and they're pretty decent as far as dragons go. The wings have some... interesting anatomy, though. 6.5/10

Cortos have a wonderful snakey vibe with their faces, and overall are probably my favorites of the Wingdrakes (though it's not like they have a lot of competition). 7.5/10

Mernos remind me almost of some Bird Wyvern designs with their weird hammer shaped heads. I kinda theorize that they are related to some of the monsters there, but are classified as Wingdrakes since they're comparatively small. 7/10

Oof, Noios are... unpleasant to look at. I know it might have been the intention, but the birds they were probably based on, turkeys and vultures, look pleasant compared to them! Also, that is some awful anatomy with the chest. 3/10

At least we have the absolutely adorable Raphinos! These parrot-like monsters are also included in the monsters I want to hug. 7/10

Piscine Wyverns

The Piscine Wyverns are wyverns that resemble bony fish, though Cephadrome also has a cool Diplocaulus head with their fins and fin-like wings. 7/10

Plesioth is also pretty cool, with an almost shark-like head to go with the traits of bony fish. 7/10

But Lavasioth is even cooler (not literally), with some lava coating on their scales and a coelacanth-esque design! Coelacanths are wildly underused as monster designs in media, and a lava coelacanth is just such a cool concept. 7.5/10

Delex have traits of dolphins, but also some lovely gharial faces! Gharials are so cool, they need more love... 7/10

Gajau aren't as weird, but still cool, as they're catfish with traits of sturgeons. Catfish are pretty aggressive in real life, so this is pretty accurate. 7/10

Jyuratodus is another coelacanth, this time associated with mud. Unfortunately, they aren't exactly the most nice on the eyes, and compared to a lava coelacanth, a mud coelacanth is kinda boring. 6/10

Beotodus is pretty cool (literally)! They also have some coelacanth traits, and on top of that, they have a naga-esque nose horn! A weird, but fun combination, 7.5/10!

Amphibians

Next up are the Amphibians, which there are... only three species of. That's way too little! I love dragons, don't get me wrong, but we need more frog monsters, damn it! Tetsucabra is probably the froggiest of the frogs, but they still have giant tusks and traits from Dunkleosteus! A super cool frog, 7.5/10.

"Wait, isn't Gobul a Leviathan?" you may be asking if you play Monster Hunter. "Why are they here?" Well, partially because they look more like a frog, and partially because there are a ton more Leviathans than several of these classes combined, so I needed to pad this out. Gobul works better as an Amphibian too, and is a pretty cool design overall. We need more deepsea monsters too! An Elder Dragon based on a deep sea fish would be cool... 7.5/10

Zamtrios is a shark frog that can cover themselves in ice. Both nakey Zamtrios and armored Zamtrios are cool, so I got renders for both. They can also inflate themselves like a balloon, for some reason. A pretty weird monster, but also a pretty cool one. 7.5/10

Tetranadon is a platypus frog, and sadly, our last Amphibian. At least they're a pretty cool monster, though! They even have some traits of the mythological Kappa, with the turtle shell on their back and moss growing on their body like hair! I still wish we had more amphibians, though... 7.5/10

Snake Wyverns

If the Amphibians were done dirty with only three major species plus some subspecies (and a Leviathan I have included with them), the Snake Wyverns were done goddamn tarnished, with a measly two species and one subspecies! That is way, way too little! When the next Monster Hunter game hits, I demand we get more snakes! ...Anyway, the Remobra are pretty neat, with nice snakey faces and slender bodies. 7/10

Najarala, however, is one of the coolest damn monsters in the series, with some really unique looking ans awesome scales, which kinda remind me of Quetzalcoatl with how they look almost like feathers. Again, why there are so few Snake Wyverns when they can be this awesome, I have no clue. 8.5/10

[abcs-of-idgaf]

System Intro

General System Info

-System name is Bitch Farm from an inside joke. 24 headmates currently that we know of.

-We aren't formed from trauma. And we don't care about finding out why each of us is here.

-We do not have DID. If we use terms for DID tell us what term was used and we'll change it.

-Body is an adult, physically disabled, white, and American.

-Will each tag posts/reblogs with our names probably -Partner system is @foxglove-system and will tag 'ps foxglove' for posts for them

Members Info:

Adults

Volt: iv/ivs/ivself or my/myo/myotiself pronouns. Body's 'owner' and always around. Physically disabled. Has anger issues, depression, hypersexuality, and ARFID. Self-diagnosed and staying that way cuz we're poor. Has memory issues that aren't system related. Age regresses sometimes. Has caregivers in a partner system. Polyamorous, dating multiple people in a partner system, and a member in system

Zayne: he/him pronouns. Weavile (Pokemon) and kin of c!Quackity from dsmp. Have anger issues. If you interact with me don't expect me to be nice to you. I don't care about you. Oldest one in here in terms of being the first headmate (2004-2008). Member in partner system is my scratching post.

Wuji: he/him or scale/scaleself pronouns. Came around 2013 or so. Friendliest member around. Piebald ball python naga.

Requiem: he/him or they/them or feather/featherself pronouns. Angelkin/An OC from a roleplay. Came around 2010 or so I think. I'm sweet, kind, calm, and patient I like to think. Some fictionkintypes of mine are Springtrap, c!Ranboo, and most recently Chase from Paw Patrol to help Volt! Dating Volt and Lucifer in system, and multiple people in our partner system!

Lucifer: he/him or they/them pronouns. Fallen Angel/OC from roleplay technically. More proper than some of the others around here. Was a lord where I came from. I have a mate and daughter in that universe, am dating Requiem in system, and a member of our partner system and have a child in said system. c!Dream from the dsmp is a fictionkintype of mine.

It: it/its pronouns. Cryptid kinda thing. Basically an anthro ungulate skeleton with patches of fur. It is dating two people in our partner system and has a child in said system.

Raisin: he/him pronouns. Fictive of Raivis from APH. Shy, quiet, and nervous. Dating Volt in system. Is fictionkin of Fallen Leaves from Warrior Cats.

Elluka: she/her pronouns. Fictive of Elluka from Evillious Chronicles. Doesn't talk much. Is also fictionkin of Espeon (Pokemon). Could be considered to have a relationship with someone in our partner system.

Grou: he/him or they/them pronouns. Fictive of a humanized version of Groudon (Pokemon). Exclusively dating a member in our partner system and best buds with another. Siblings with Volt and Ky.

Ky: she/her or they/them pronouns. Fictive of a humanized version of Kyogre (Pokemon). Doesn't speak. Loves interacting with the kids around here, and would love it in regards to the partner system. Siblings with Volt and Grou.

Zylas: he/him pronouns. Isn't around often, but is a kind, caring partner to a member of our partner system and father to a child in said system. Is an anaconda naga.

Dez: he/him pronouns. Recently came back. Fictive of a humanized Seviper (Pokemon) from an AU regarding one of Volt's fictionkintypes. Because of this is technically Volt's uncle.

Shizuku: she/her pronouns. Fictive of a serpent demon deity of the same name from the manga Omamori Himari. Seems to be like a younger sister to Volt.

Gren: he/him or paw/pawself pronouns. Fictive of Volt's in game Espurr (Pokemon). Acts as an esa of sorts for Volt. Has a theriotype of an old barn cat Volt used to know named Tamara

Atlas: he/him or they/them pronouns. Fictive of a Hoglin (Minecraft) OC. Would say has deity-esque qualities to him. Much larger than the mob in the game is. Will either protect/guide you or charge you. Who knows. Feh: she/her pronouns. Owl demon. Has gray and black speckled feathers and red eyes.

Master: she/her pronouns. Succubus. Volt's owner as a hellhound. Is best friends with a member of our partner system. Doesn't have any set features and changes appearance depending on who is look at her. Copycat (he/him): A fictive of Copycat from Paw Patrol Mighty Pups Charged Up. I (Volt) like to say he came here because my brain saw there was no merch of him at all and decided to fix that.

Kids

Kyrista: she/her pronouns. Age unknown. Is Volt and Requiem's daughter. Very sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly. Is protected by a member of our partner system. Is just discovering fictionkintypes, hers being Hollyleaf from Warrior Cats, and Skye from the Paw Patrol: Mighty Movie

Joey: he/him pronouns. Technically Volt's kid with a partner from our partner system, but has been adopted and fallen in love with a different member from the partner system. Is a tasmanian devil joey. Uses snorts and shrieks to communicate.

Fritzi (she/her or they/them), Luna (she/her), Bal (he/him), Lycus (he/him), Carnella (she/her): Volt's kids with a partner in our partner system. All werewolf/hellhound pups from the same litter. Fritzi can speak but doesn't like to, and the others use barks, yelps, etc to communicate.

It took me so long to type all of this shit -Zayne

[mortiefied]

uuum. i'm literally going to bombard you with asks about your naga! kylar and merman! sydney au because i am CONSTANTLY thinking about all of the possibilities within it ...

are the boys going to full on brawl over reader eventually (like, because sydney already kinda owned kylar with the whole screech thing but i wonder what kylar could hold over sydney??? probably just that he's not stuck in water 24/7 L)

will whitney ever visit reader's job at the laboratory or is whitney more of a moral support kinda character (like. i just think kylar would start FREAKING out over some buff guy strolling into the lab with reader who is covered in reader's scent too... AAAAA)

......will they go into heat AHFSJKSAKF

can sydney not talk bec of gills or??? ALSO I GET THE SHAPE OF WATER VIBES FROM IT AND I LOOOOVEE THAT MOVIE AAAAA. like. communicating through sign language is so fjskgkfdjgk

the metal on kylars hand.... is it like... claws or a glove or a shield??? IS HE VENOMOUS OR SOMETHING????

anyways that's all my questions that i can think of right now :) sorry if u think this is weird but im genuinely obsessed with your fic so much??? sobbing because you are SUCH an intellectual to create something SO COOL ADN INTERESTING FROM A SILLY DATING SIM PORN GAME AAAA

I'll answer these the best I can.

I find it more likely that if either of them are going to stir shit, it would be Kylar. (Mermaid!Sydney is obsessive but not volatile.) But Naga!Kylar specifically plays the long game, so now that he knows Sydney's upper hand, he will plan around that. If his second plan fails, he will likely lose patience and explode in some way.

The scene where Whitney asked about reader's harasser is foreshadowing.

Not planned but anything is possible if your heart dreams it.

In this AU Sydney and Kylar are adjusted to animalistic communication that doesn't require the minute manipulation of muscles that human speech does at the present. Think of them as babies. (I recently watched Shape of Water and it was so good. I love nonhuman-human romance, and it was such an earnest story.)

I wanted to draw a parallel to Kylar's parents in DoL.

I'm so flattered by your words, thank you. TT I simply just wrote on vibes and my personal interests. If DoL weren't such an engaging game, I wouldn't have written anything. It's one of the most time-sucking text adventure-esque games I've played in recent memory. (When I first started, I was obsessed with how much story/mechanics there was that I was shocked when I looked at my play time and it had hit over a hundred hours in a single save. It felt like I hadn't played for that long.)

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Reverse Demon Slayer AU

a/n: a demon slayer au my friend and i were talking abt a bunch last week and i wanted to share it with you guys :))

like literally the au is just the demon slayers are the demons and the demons are the demon slayers it's prob been done before but still here it is besties (the hashiras turn into the 12 kizuki, the trainers are like the ex-kizuki members [like kyogai])

Genre/Warnings: Demon shit, body horror, just kinda creepy stuff cause the demons in Demon Slayer look busted most of the time, mentions of blood, gore, mentions of violence/death, religious stuff (gyomei)

~Giyuu Tomioka~

-Stays in the forest near a lake

-His voice echoes, kinda like how a siren's would. Since his voice is very calming and can go pretty far out, it lures a lot of people into his lake

-Blood Demon Art: Can create "reflections" of the demon slayers he's fighting out of the water in his lake. Every hit they land on Giyuu's version of them just goes straight through it since it's made of water but it's able to actually hurt the slayer (basically giyuu just makes little water minion to do his bidding)

-Would be very attached to the demon who turned him (which is Urokodaki) and would be absolutely livid if anyone managed to kill him

-After your encounter with an ex-kizuki member, you started hearing a strange voice echoing through the forest in front of you. Mistaking the man's calls as cries for help, you venture further into the forest not knowing you were walking into your death.

~Shinobu Kocho~

-Her eyes look just like a fly's, but instead of red they're purple

-Has pincers on the sides of her face

-Blood Demon Art: Can spit acid up to 5 feet (like an assassin bug) and if she manages to bite you, she can inject venom into your bloodstream with her freak ass bug tongue (like an ant)

~Sanemi Shinazugawa~

-The top half of his outfit would be tied around his waist (like how Susamaru had hers)

-The scars on his body would become mouths, and each mouth also has a voice so whenever Sanemi speaks it's like there are several voices speaking at the same time

-Blood Demon Art: Can literally take the their from a person's lungs and suffocate them. A demon slayer can't use their breathing technique if they can't breathe, right?

-Doesn't wash the blood off his clothes and he keeps the swords of the slayers he kills as trophies

~Tengen Uzui~

-Each dot on his face tattoo would become more eyes

-His three wives would change every so often because they're kidnapped female demon slayers

-Blood Demon Art: If he gets even the tiniest cut anywhere on his body, he'll be able to emit an incredibly high pitched sound to disorient his opponent

~Muichiro Tokito~

-Blood Demon Art: Creates a mist that, when inhaled, fogs the person's memory; making them forget what they were doing completely so he can easily attack them

-Honestly, he thinks killing the Hashiras Muzan sends after him is a chore, so he usually stays in the Infinite Fortress

-When he does go out though, he doesn't stay in one place for too long so he can avoid the demon slayers as much as possible. He doesn't want to waste energy on killing low level children

~Obanai Iguro~

-Pretty much a naga, the bottom half of his body is a serpent's tail

-Can unhinge his jaw to take some big ass fucking bites out of people

-His eyes can look in two different directions at the same time, making it hard for slayers to land a good hit on him

~Mitsuri Kanroji~

-Main territory is the red light district, she lures men into her little place and eats them

-Blood Demon Art: Similar to how Tamayo can force someone to tell the truth using her demon art, Mitsuri is able to attract people to her. No one wants to hurt the person they're attracted to, so it would make it easy for her to kill them.

-The prettiest demon Hashira by far, pretty much everyone else looks like some horrible grotesque creature

-She always tries to keep the clothes of the men she kills clean so she can give them to the girls in her house. Even if they are human, she still cares for them greatly

-Is the cleanest demon Hashira as well. She doesn't like making a mess of her room just to clean it up right after

-Mitsuri also likes to try different recipes with the men she eats. Having them raw just isn't as fun as cooking them herself

~Kyojuro Rengoku~

-Blood Demon Art: Similar to Esidisi from JJBA, he can make his blood boil. When the slayer manages to get a hit on him, his blood would splash on them and burn through anything it touched. The temperature of his blood is on par with lava

-Looks the most human out of pretty much all the demons, but something just seems very off about him

-When you're fighting him, he's stone faced until he gets bored of you. His smile just looks way too big for his face, and the amount of teeth in his mouth are far beyond what it should be

-Doesn't have eyelids so he literally never blinks

~Gyomei Himejima~

-Would be dressed as a traditional Buddhist priest/monk

-He kills demon slayers to "help them atone for their sins"

-Main method of killing would be using his rosary to choke them out, sometimes since he doesn't really know his own strength their heads pop off

-He cries blood instead of tears

-Blood Demon Art: Can make his blood as hard as diamond so the demon slayer would be unable to cut him on the first try, so he would be able to take advantage of their shock and kill them

~Tanjiro Kamado~

-Blood Demon Art: Just the same as Nezuko's, since they're siblings and all that

-He had come from a family of demon slayers, and after getting turned into one himself they all tried to kill him (except for Nezuko)

-Wears a muzzle only when Nezuko is around other demon slayers. They have to keep up a charade, but it's so hard to control himself sometimes and that's when the muzzle really helps

-His favorite part of the body is the heart. When he was human, everyone always saw him as kind and innocent but when he was turned he was seen as the complete opposite. He hopes that consuming the hearts of other people will return his old kind-hearted personality

~Nezuko Kamado~

-Nezuko followed in her parent's footsteps by joining the demon slayer corps, but instead of trying to find a cure for her brother she gets information and passes it to Tanjiro and the demon Hashiras.

-Nezuko ended up taking Tanjiro away from the bloody ruins of their home, and on their way down the mountain they ran into Giyuu who instructed them to go to Urokodaki so Tanjiro would be safe

-Has killed demon slayers who have seen her interacting with the demon Hashiras. She has to keep her record clean to climb the ranks and to help Tanjiro at the same time

~Zenitsu Agatsuma~

-Would lure people into a trap by guilt tripping them into being alone with him

-"Could you please help me? I lost my gramps, but I can't see him anywhere. Will you help me find him?" and then they'd get bodied

-Always avoids killing innocent people or new demon slayers. He feels so bad for taking their lives away from them, but sometimes he just can't help it

-He'll style the female demon slayers hair after he kills them so they can be just as pretty as they were in life when they get to Heaven

~Inosuke Hashibira~

-The boar mask would become his actual head

-Instead of duel wielding swords, they would be some big ass fangs that he swings around to impale demon slayers

-Inosuke fights dirty. He'll snap his jaws at you and laugh hysterically when he manages to take a chunk out of your arm

-Actively seeks out demon slayers to kill. He never kills regular people because they don't put up a good enough fight for him

-Eats every part of the body, including the bones

~Misc Characters~

-Kanae was a spider-esque demon and cocooned people in her webs to feed a young Shinobu and Kanao until she was killed

-Kanao was human-turned-demon by the sisters

-Urokodaki is an ex-kizuki member and all of his trainees are now the demons in the Final Selection

-the Fox Children, led by Urokodaki, are merciless to any wannabe slayer that comes into their forest looking to make it out alive. Most of the demon slayers that make it out are nearly dead or had ran straight through, not even trying to get a kill

-the Fox Children wear the masks because their faces are incredibly fox-like (think like, mid transition animorphs cover)

-Nobody knows what Urokodaki's face looks like, but based on his mask that's for the best

~General Stuff~

-In this au, the demons actually stick together and the demon slayers work alone which makes the Hashira Kizuki way fucking scarier than they already were

-And because these demons work together, they're all going to hold grudges against certain demon slayers

-When Kanae was killed, the demon Hashira went apeshit, especially Gyomei. Pairing his strength and horrible blinding rage at the fact his coven lost a very important member, every slayer he kills within the first year of Kanae's death die in horrible ways.

-Imagine following the directions your dove gave you to an old, overgrown sanctuary secluded in the mountains. The moonlight does little to illuminate your surroundings, but one thing you do see is the mangled body of your fellow demon slayer hanging from a tree. The only thing keeping them together is their spinal cord, and the impossibly large hand holding their head to a branch.

-The Hashiras are all extremely savage and violent, rarely ever sparing a human life. (sometimes Shinobu or Kanao might feel bad and spare a small child or elderly person, but other than that nobody is safe)

-Crows would service the demons, and doves would service the demon slayers. Everyone is always wary around crows because nobody knows whether that particular one belongs to a demon or not

[marukrawler]

bakugan battle brawlers liveblogging episode 42

- im too hyped so i might as well watch it lmao

- omg its these two

- need to have comedic relief antagonists to balance off the two murder-hungry ones we just met

- omg droa-tan has such a cute bby voice 😭😭😭 the way she just repeats everything her sister says

- uppercase confusion lmao

- love to hear tigress still refer to phoenix as ane-san uwu

- THE WAY DAN SOLELY GOT YOINKED INTO THE NEXT WORLD, IM CRYING

- i would die for her

- god i wish this was canon

- DONT BE FCKING RUDE

- ma’am he’s 12

- everyone say thanks julie

- tigress is a mood and a half lmaoo LOOK AT HIM

- thanks for the distinction op

- the girls are bondiiiing

- we need to use windows restore on this dude and return him to the last save point bc this ain’t it

- the girls miiiight fight again, who knows

- would runo stake her claim on dan in this ep?? stay tuned

- damn things got dark real quick lmao

- lmaoo they’re kinda fcked up but its completely unrelated to any of naga’s doing

- HE DIDN’T WANT HER MUDBALL UNTIL SHE MADE IT INTO A HEART-SHAPE IM DYING

- it might come in handy later tho

- what is even happening rn

- idk if drago is perplexed or just completely done w these two lmaooo

- the fact that julie didn’t need to take runo’s hands in hers but she did so anyway. we love to see it

- love how op keeps stating that golem is in fact. power walking

- he’s trying

- thanks drago 🤷‍♀️

- am i just now noticing how golem’s voice just RUMBLES, its so deep

- the praise!

- no julie this is the power of an ability card

- hnnnnnghhhhh

- ok i’d still die for you

- she really tried to punch him in his rock hard abs

- he said no ma’am i work out my core on the daily

- SAVE HIM

omgg

- OMG?? SHE SNAPPED

- THWARTED BY GRAND IMPACT, WE LOVE TO SEE IT

- how did droa catch up to dan and drago just like that when runo and julie spent actual time stalling these two

- this ep isn’t quite as girl power-esque as the writers might think it is

- also this ep gets less funny when you realize that it’s essentially all of dan’s (female) love interests duking it out

- that makes sense

- it came back!! fr thought he’d use it to win the race (which ig uhh he kinda did) but this is cute

- WAIT IT CONTAINED A KEY????

- also um??? did runo and julie leave w dan?? shire and droa said everyone left so i assume so??? also they lied about not knowing naga lol

[oc-mother]

A cover or poster for one of my SugarGlider comics! 

These two villains are Lazlo Romanov and Wess. (I haven't given Wess a last name yet). 

These two are originally from a world filled with leviathan-esque creatures, and these two happen to be Alpha and Omega Leviathans. (Kinda like Lovecraftian but not). (Lazlo is the Omega, which in this universe, means a higher status and power than the Alpha. Although this term does not apply to Brian McCarter, being an Dark Alpha Naga).

For those how know of Lazlo’s form in my Mythological AU, yes, i did base this form off of his Mythological AU form, as he was originally going to just be a normal human in my SugarGlider universe.

But then i thought, how would he even have the powers that he has if he was just a normal human? Even a child prodigy wouldn't have access to such abilities. (The abilities he has will be posted when i do a specific character sheet directly for them).

So i gave him and Wess this new backstory. 

In the first episode/edition that they appear in, SugarGlider somehow stumbles into their dimension, or is abducted, (I haven't decided that far yet), and is found by Lazlo and Wess, the evil tyrants of this dark world. 

While trying to escape back into her world, they discover about its existence, and they too want to escape to it. But to cause havoc, not to try protecting it from the crazies that inhabit the city/town/world. 

SugarGlider, in the end, manages to escape back into her world, but without the knowledge that she had been followed, despite her best efforts. 

She finds this out in a later edition/episode, where Lazlo and Wess have abducted the audience members of an/their opera. (I don't know if they planned the opera, or they crashed some other one). 

Before showing himself as... well... Lazlo, he disguised himself as another classic Supervillain under the guise of Dr. Death. 

(He has a human form in this universe, which is what he usually takes and what i will be posting soon. He has the ability to return to his monster/normal form, but it is usually much smaller than his typical size. Whether this be due to size restrictions of the building/city, and he likes the space to move around, or a dimension requirement, which would hinder the likelihood of a future scene i have planned, is unknown right now). 

Lazlo’s normal/monster form is basically a slightly more complex version of his mythological AU version, which is simply just a human upper torso, kraken tentacles, and the abilities of a Siren. (The fish version, not the bird version).

Lazlo’s normal form is more complex, and i just have the kraken legs, and the frill around his neck being the inhuman parts. (Oh, and of course his size). This is the first drawing of him in this form, so some parts of his design might be edited/manipulated before the final product comes out.

Wess has always been inspired off of a mix of human, porciline doll, and a spider, but in his full/normal/monster form, the spider and porciline doll aspects have been pushed to the max. Really long and gangly limbs, 6 arms, (his legs make it 8 limbs), thin and pointy jaw and cheekbones, as well as a pale complexion and cracks along the “skin”, although its way tougher than normal porciline and way more durable than human skin. 

He IS missing a ring finger on his left hand though, and although there will be a story to that, (It wont have anything to do with marriage though), i don't have it down yet. 

(There is also a reason why Wess is part spider, but i will be also posting that when i do a character sheet for him).

I think i did a really good job on this drawing, although Lazlo’s tentacles don't quite look as slimy as i had hoped that they would. 

[yeenybeanies]

Travelers Beware

snakes & serpentine beings are by far my favorite predators, so here’s a naga ( looking something along the lines of this guy, as opposed to the half-man-half-snake model ) having a bit of lunch with you, an unlucky traveler! 

reader ( 2nd person pov ) & a naga

2454 words

warnings: language, soft vore, feral vore, heavily implied fatal vore

reblogs are appreciated!! feel free to leave comments in the tags!! thanks!!

This place is a fucking nightmare. It really is. Oh, it’s horrible! Why you? You ask. Why the hell did it have to be you? You’d heard the warnings from other towns about this place—about how this little village sometimes offers sacrifices to the beasts in exchange for peace—but you’d thought that those were exaggerations.

Apparently not.

And apparently this place has a nasty habit of kidnapping travelers to offer as sacrifices. Especially elves. The local beast seems to have a taste for elves. Apparently.

So you really just answered your own question. Why you? Because you’re an elf traveler. You are not a local friend or family member; you are an outsider, and you are expendable.

You look down at yourself. Your arms are bound behind your back so tightly that they feel numb, and your legs are tied together. As if it isn’t enough, the locals also stuffed you into a cage. You are basically—no, you are livestock. You are an offering of meat to the—to the—what did the locals even say it was? A naga? A fucking snake.

You are being fed to a snake.

Well—that’s their plan for you. That isn’t your plan. You flex and twist your arms under your restraints again, feeling them loosen just a bit more. They’re bound to give eventually. Just a few more twists, and . . . .

And one arm slips free! Which means the other one is free too! You gasp and rub your hands along your forearms, irritating the pins and needles sensation to try and get feeling to return quicker. There are marks on your skin from where the rope dug in, which you suspect will be there for a few days yet. Those ropes were awfully tight.

Now for your legs. You start to pull on the rope, fingers still a little tingly with returned blood flow, when you hear something that makes you still. If sounds like . . . movement through the grass—like grass crunching and sliding under something. Ears perked, you look out towards the noise. You can’t see it, whatever it is, but coming closer, slowly but surely. For the first time in this whole endeavor, you feel a trickle of fear. You hadn’t actually thought the naga was real.

No. You berate yourself and return your attention to the ropes. Even if it is a naga, it sounds slow-moving, and you’ll have yourself free of your bindings by the time it gets here, so you’ll be able to fight it off! Or run away! Whatever comes first! Damn, these ropes are tough though, and having still semi-numb hands isn’t helping.

It couldn’t have been more than a minute that you’d been tugging at your ropes when you look up again, eyes rising to meet a scaly, vaguely humanoid face. Startled, you gasp and flinch, and try to scuttle back from the monstrosity. It just stares at you, motionless, unblinking. Holy shit. How did it get here so quickly? It’s—it’s actually a naga.

For what feels like an hour, you stare at the beast, and it stares back at you. It’s not as big as you thought it would be, only holding its head up about five feet off of the ground. Overall, you guess that it is maybe twenty, twenty-five feet long. The more you look at it, the less scary it is. It actually looks rather silly with its snake body and short, kinda-sorta person-esque face, and its lack of arms. Were you not a little spooked, you might chuckle at such a sight.

Okay. it doesn’t seem to be moving. Tentatively you get back to pulling at your ropes, though you do glance up at the naga frequently. A knife—your knife—would be really helpful right now.

Despite it being creepy, though, there’s something about the naga that makes you almost forget it’s there. “ Frequently ” goes from every few seconds to every other minute to—-

Shit!

You look up suddenly, realizing it must have been at least five minutes since you—-

Fuck!

Fuck! It’s gone!

You look around, trying to find where the big-ass snake went. How the hell did it manage to get anywhere without you noticing? Where the f—-

Warm breath stirs your hair from above, and you freeze. Your own breathing stops, and you think your heart does too. This is not happening. This cannot be happening. Slowly you turn your gaze upwards, dreading to see what lurks overhead. Just inches above you is that almost-human face, its eyes wide and staring deep into your soul. You study its face for several long moments before you look up further. Somehow the naga managed to open the top of the cage and slither in without making any noise whatsoever. How the hell is it so silent? You’d heard it earlier! 

A light flick to your chin makes you flinch and snap your attention back to the naga’s face. You blink, meeting its eyes once more, and then its mouth, where a forked tongue shoots out to flick you again. As if you couldn’t feel any more terror, the damn thing is now tasting you! No way! You shudder and lurch back, shuffling as best you can with your legs still bound. Your back finds the hard metal bars, reminding you that you are, in fact, stuck in a cage with the naga. And it has tasted you. 

For the first time, the naga moves while you’re looking at it. Its eyes remain unblinking ( can nagas even blink? ), watching you, studying you. It’s looking at you like how you’d look at a tasty pastry in a bakery. That isn’t a nice thought. The beast slips down from the opened lid, just staring, coiling itself over. It’s almost hypnotic how it moves, head seeming to stay in place no matter how its body twists and turns. Up this close, you think maybe it’s a little bigger than what you’d initially estimated. 

Okay. So it’s in the cage now with you. And you’re still tied up from the hips down. The staring is really unnerving. The whole damn thing is unnerving. You swallow and slowly sit up more, afraid to take your eyes off of the naga again. Who knows where it’ll end up if you do. But it starts to move with you, its head lowering and its neck flattening into a wide hood. Oh no, you do not like that. Panic wells in your chest. You need to get out of this now. 

Fear gets the better of you; you lunge forward, trying to pull again at your ropes. The naga moves too, even quicker. It chomps down on one of your ankles and your world blurs, both from the pain and from the yanking. You feel yourself being hauled up and manhandled––snake-handled?––before you can even scream. Once everything stops moving, you gain just enough wits about you to realize that you are suspended upside-down. The pain in your leg is searing, bringing tears to your eyes. 

As your disorientation starts to clear, you look up ( down? ) to the cage below––the cage that you were just in, and the one you are now dangling over. Leveling your head, you’re met with a view of the naga’s belly scales. They’re cream in color, with iridescent pink and blue shimmers. If only for a moment, you’re mesmerized, but the pain in your leg snaps you out of it. The naga still has your ankle caught in its jaws. Over the pain, though, there’s another feeling: something wet and slick creeping over your feet. It almost feels like the blood that’s crawling through your pant leg, but, unless blood suddenly defies gravity and feels . .  like a wet blanket, you’re pretty sure it’s not blood. Before you can look, though, the world shifts again as the naga slithers down from the top of cage. Your face hits the grass and dirt, making you sputter, but you scrabble to try and right your position––to no avail. First it pushes you forward, and then pulls you backward, leaving you to claw at the ground with your arms outstretched in front of you. 

Why . . . does it feel like the wet blanket is getting squishier? And tighter? And quickly creeping further up your legs? 

Once the pulling slows, you manage to look back over your shoulder, and your heart stops. The naga’s short, reptilian face is at your knees! Its jaws are around your knees! 

You are in its mouth, in its throat. 

And it is STILL SWALLOWING you! 

You dig your fingers into the dirt, a new desperation filling you. This is not happening! You are not ending up a sacrificial lunch for a snake so some shitty village can––can do whatever! You pull and you squirm, trying to kick your still-bound legs free from the naga’s throat. Much to your horror, though, your efforts only seem to make things worse for you. Every inch you try to pull from its maw, the naga walks its jaws six inches up your legs and pulls you back. You can feel its throat squeezing, muscles bunching and stretching to drag you in.

Were it not terrifying, it might be impressive. You are not a scrawny elf. Your thighs are thick, your buttocks is full, and your hips are wide. You have a bit of a belly, too. The naga’s mandibles spread and stretch to encompass you. 

You do notice, though, that its swallows make less progress as it nears your buttocks. Hope! Just a flash! Surely it cannot stretch all the way around you! It will be forced to spit you back up! ( Better yet, maybe it will choke on you and die. ) It works its jaws, attempting to move further up your body, but you fight back with another wiggle. You curse at the beast, demanding it let you go, and it does pause. Yeah! It can’t get past your ass! It tries again, and again it makes little headway. You squirm almost tauntingly. 

Unfortunately, you not only underestimate the naga’s capacity to stretch, but its determination to consume you. While its efforts to pass its jaws over your rear yield slow, half-inch progress, your own efforts to escape those jaws don’t produce any results in your favor. The hope you feel starts to ebb, dwindling like a dying flame. It takes nearly you-don’t-know-how-long, but you do eventually feel the naga’s teeth prick the apex of your buttocks. Not only that, but you feel your own exhaustion starting to take hold in the wake of all of your struggling. Your blood runs cold. Another five minutes of inching, and it is at your hips. You dare to peek back to see its progress, just in time to watch––and feel––the widest part of your body slip into its gullet. You can see the lump you make beyond its head. It’s sickening. 

The pain in your leg is long forgotten, long lost in the naga’s throat. 

You fight your exhaustion and pull at the earth. The naga, though, has passed the hardest stretch of the journey. Its pace and progress quicken again, jaws walking up your back and under your belly. Your desperation is nothing to its desire to have you within it. It swallows and swallows, and more and more of you slides into its throat. The tight pressure encroaches upon your chest, making it harder to breathe. This, coupled with your exhaustion, is not a winning combination––not for you.

A last-ditch attempt to stop the naga has you spreading your arms wide, fingers dug in to try and anchor yourself to the ground. If only for a minute, it does seem to work. Those jaws reach your armpits and attempt to push past unsuccessfully. The naga twists its head to a new angle and tries again, and then again at a different angle. Its saliva soaks your thin shirt, some of it dripping off in little strands of spittle. Gross, but it’s the last thing on your mind right now. You can only think about how you can barely take a breath in the confines of the beast’s maw. Your remaining strength is fast-fading, and your vision is starting to blur. All the naga needs to do is drag its head back––and you with it––to narrow your shoulders just enough for it to shimmy itself over them. The pressure is unbearable; the threat of passing out is enough to distract you, to keep you from noticing how your arms fold up against your head, outstretched and parallel to each other. 

You do lose consciousness for a few seconds, offering no more resistance to the snake’s inner walls. With its jaws no longer squeezing your chest, though, you can breathe a bit easier, and manage to open your eyes. The roof of the snake’s mouth is in the periphery of your vision. It is no longer needs to walk its jaws over you now; its strong neck and throat muscles are pulling you in with every bunch and stretch. The space around you tenses like a compressed spring, and its release brings you deeper. Eager to welcome you in its embrace, the back of the naga’s throat pushes against your head. You can see the sunlight beyond its mouth, can still feel it on your forearms. All too soon, though, with another bunch and stretch, your fingertips brush its lips on their way in. 

It’s done it. The damned, bastard naga has swallowed you. 

The pattern changes: no longer do the walls bunch and release; now, it’s a constant movement, a tightness near your arms and head and shoulders that continuously squeezes you down. It isn’t a pull anymore, but a push to bring you deeper within. The naga’s mouth stays open for a bit longer, perhaps while it realigns its mandible. It’s like a light at the end of a tunnel. Aren’t you supposed to run away from the light? Yet, you’re being forced away from the light to your doom––your destiny. How ironic. The naga’s mouth starts to close. The light fades, filling your vision with pink, fleshy walls, and then with black. 

Squeezing and twisting guide you along, your body now effortlessly gliding through the tight, slippery passage. You try in vain to fight with what little remaining energy you have, but your squirms don’t seem to bother the naga at all. Nothing you can do within your confines stops your descent. 

From the outside, you are nothing more than an oblong, twitching bulge traveling down the naga’s body. Your journey ends when you pass into its stomach, which expands to accommodate you, to encompass you, as its mouth and throat had.

The air is quickly growing stale, and soon will run out.

[shadowphoenixrider]

I’mma ramble about Shadowlands datamined models ‘cos I’m taking all the story spoilers with a fistful of salt for the moment (’cos it’s Alpha and stuff).

Here’s a cut.

The artists, as always, hitting it out of cocking park. I mean I was looking at Sylvanas’s face and going ‘heck, this looks much more detailed than before’. They’re fucking gorgeous.

It amuses me though, because Blizz is going: “These are the Kyrians, and these are the Forsworn. Now, the Kyrians are the good guys and the Forsworn are the- where are you going?”

Me, gravitating to the Forsworn: What? They look cooler!

The bone naga are cool. Nice to see Lady Vashj again! Also, Kel’Thuzad is around? Hmm.

Ysera doesn’t seem to have had an updated model and that makes me sad. It is Alpha though.

Think I bigged Muehzala up too much, and now we have his ingame model I’m like: ‘I don’t want this’. I was expecting something more...ethereal. Shadow-like. Not really sure I like this ghoul look.

Hakkar! I had a feeling we were gonna see him again, and I’m glad to see the Loa knocking around anyway. Hope to see Rezan and the others?

...I don’t care about Kael’thas. I’m sorry, I don’t! But he’s definitely stealing from Medivh’s wardrobe.

Something about Maldraxxus’s aesthetic makes me think it’s got a different vibe from the Scrouge. Sure, it’s still undead stuff, but it feels more...’natural’ for lack of a better term? Scourge stuff felt so much more industrial and you know, ‘crimes against nature’-esque. Wonder if that was intentional.

Drust people? Interesting.

I can put good money down right now that there’d gonna be a shitton of people gonna be horny for those gargoyle models. I’m almost certain! In fairness, I like those female models too sooo

Who put all those spikes and metal bits on that PVP spider mount? Someone should have told them ENOUGH - it’s a bloody riot

The other mounts look pretty cool, but none are kinda screaming at me yet. I love how none of the Ardenweald ones match Draggka’s aesthetic, it’s kinda funny.

[yukiwrites]

Dragon Family, Reunited

Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @breeachuu​! I had so much fun writing this I couldn’t stop giggling!

Summary: King Validar contacted Frederick during the knight’s searches for the last Gemstone, Sables, informing him that the artifact was being safeguarded in Plegia. The Ylissean League decided to bite this blatant bait in order to finally complete the Fire Emblem -- all the while the manakete siblings did their best to finally catch up with their parents, Nidra and Henry.

Commission info HERE and HERE!

Cynthia and Meliodas traveled together after finally being reunited as family -- one year into being thrown into the past in opposing continents.

"You said we'd be going to Plegia instead of Ylisse, Meli! What did you mean by that? I thought Mother and Father were back at the castle with everyone else-" Cynthia munched on her food over a fire after they started their pilgrimage to the land of the desert from Port Ferox.

"Well," Meliodas carefully undid his braid, a ritual he loved to do before going to sleep, "Sir Frederick had been looking for the last Gemstone, Sable, for months to no avail. This did not happen back in our future, as you know."

Cynthia crossed her legs more comfortably, looking up as though searching for a memory. "Yeah, if I remember it right, the Fire Emblem was never truly complete and Luci had to perform the ritual to ask Naga to send us to the past without one or two 'stones."

"Sables was precisely the one we did not have." Meliodas pointed. "I do not know if it's because of our coming back in time that sped things up or if the grimleal here are simply that much stronger, but the events of our future are happening at an alarmingly fast rate here. Back then, we would still be at war with Plegia at this point; not to mention the whole Walhart business."

"Mhm, mhm." The younger manakete nodded, her cheeks chock-full with food. Meliodas went on.

"There was no actual time to look for the Gemstones in our future, but now... Peace stretches and Sir Frederick was able to do a thorough search through the lands." He said with a worried sigh, massaging his long hair after untangling it from its braid. "Before I left, I heard the soldiers from his squad mention something about plegian messengers contacting him regarding the whereabouts of Sable."

"Oooh, like a true spy, Brother! Nice!" Cynthia snapped her fingers in approval, stealing a chuckle out of the older manakete.

"Haha, nothing so epic, I'm afraid, Cyn. I overheard him talk with Lord Chrom about the contents of the message and, well, they did not contain happy tidings."

Cynthia's heart dropped. "You know how to keep your audience hooked, Meli, I'll give you that. I'd be on the edge of my seat if I weren't sitting on the ground!"

Meliodas smiled with a tint of worry. "It seems like King Validar was the one who had kept Sables away from the public eye -- that's why we never found it back in our future, it was in the grimleal's possession."

"Cheap bastards!" Cynthia slapped her knee in frustration.

"Hey, language!"

"Oh, um, cheap Dastards!"

The older manakete squinted. "Better; not good, but better."

"Heehee," the younger manakete scratched the back of her neck. "But hey, traveling to Plegia takes, like, one week from Castle Ylisse, right? Aren't we gonna miss them if we go straight there from here?"

"We did waste the good part of three days in the sea, indeed, and it took me another three to find you in the first place," Meliodas took one hand to his chin in thought, "however, I do remember hearing Lord Chrom say that they would take their time preparing for a trap, so it's safe to assume that they took at least one week to gather all the supplies needed."

"Oooh!" Cynthia slammed one fist over her open hand, as though she had made a great realization. "Then that means they're leaving Ylisse right about now!"

Meliodas nodded. "Indeed."

"But can we make it in one week? And I'm not leaving my partner behind!" She lifted her index after asking the question the moment her brother opened his mouth to reply. "I'm seeing this through as a Pegasus Knight; I'm not leaving my faithful steed behind just 'cause flying as a dragon is more efficient -- and epic, I'm not denying -- okay?"

Meliodas tucked his index finger back down. "While I do understand that your pegasus has been with us since the very beginning and that she deserves as much validation as possible for getting you through all of your heroic adventures, I do not think that she can keep up his trip if we want to catch up to our parents in one week."

Cynthia puffed her cheeks, looking away from her brother to her steed. "We can take turns carrying her! Our dragon arms are tiny, but I'm sure we can carry her like a kitten if we try hard enough!"

The pegasus huffed uncomfortably, kicking up dust.

"I daresay we have her answer," Meliodas snorted.

"C'mooon, pal?" Cynthia jumped from her spot, running towards the pegasus. "It's gonna be great! You'll get to rest your wings and we can jump straight to action the moment we're thereee!"

The pegasus turned its head away from Cynthia.

"Hah, she's got an attitude!"

"Mgrgr, don't laugh, Meli! I'm having a serious conversation with my partner here!"

"Very well, very well!" Meliodas raised his hands in defeat. "I will turn in for the night soon, but allow me to say one more thing before I do, hm?"

Cynthia tried bribing her pegasus with tasty carrots, but spared a glance to her brother. He winked with a smile.

"We can still make it even if she doesn't agree with your idea -- we will just need to pace ourselves and go through a straight line, from here to Castle Plegia."

"Eh?! Then why are we having this conversation in first place?"

"You really thought I would try to talk my little sister out of bringing her partner with us? I know how important all of this is to you, silly!"

Cynthia and the pegasus exchanged glances, both of them huffing in confusion at the same time. "Then, uh-"

"I just wanted to hear if you had any better ideas, but I suppose our friend here will agree with my way of handling things, will she not?" He lied down on his bedroll and winked to the pegasus, who nodded vehemently.

"Hey! You're supposed to be MY partner, girl!" Cynthia patted the pegasus' head as it released a sound that looked like a laugh, as much as an echinus could laugh, of course.

Meliodas chuckled himself to sleep, way too happy to finally be able to have such a friendly banter with his sister to care about the pegasus' weird sounding laughter.

The Shepherds, on their hand, had their plate full with preparing to waltz right into an obvious trap, though Robin had faith in all of her planning. The Queen's calmness and posture dealing with the sudden jump into action after months of anxious inertia made the transition as smooth as it could be -- and soon they were already way into Plegian territory.

As per Henry's recommendations, Nidra wore a hood and few more clothes wrapped around her body to protect her from the burning sunlight, though her long ears somehow always managed to pop out of any elaborate tucking they tried. Instead, the manakete resigned herself to having half-tanned, half-white ears, though that was the least of her worries at that moment.

"Henry... Henry... you know of our son boy, our darling young and dashing manakete son Meliodas, yes? And how he went to find our baby girl Cynthia whom we've yet to meet?"

The dark mage pressed his lips against each other so as not to burst into laughter. "The same one you've been mentioning non-stop for the last three hundred and ten hours? Yup, sure do!"

Nidra leaned her head -- most of her entire body following, actually -- over her husband's shoulder. "I should not have let him go, Henry. Oh, I should have stopped him! He's just a BABY! And he went to find his equally baby-esque little sister! I should have been with him!"

Henry giggled, lifting his index. "But then that would mean leaving the only friend you made in what, two millennia? Behind on a quest you promised yourself AND her you'd see through, right? Nyaha, now I'm throwing your words back at you!"

"That is exactly right!" Nidra looked down at her own hands, exasperated at her powerlessness. "Meliodas is old -- no, not old, big -- enough to take care of himself, seeing as he was one of the survivors from their apocalyptic future... So I let him go look for our baby daughter so we all could reunite, but... But... He's just a baby..."

"Nyaha, c'mon, Ni-Ni!" Henry teased, bumping his shoulder so Nidra could lift her gaze to him. "He's, what? Seventeen or something? Lucina is around twenty but she aged three years here in the past, so the oldest Meliodas can be is sixteen-and-something, right?"

Nidra exhaled deeply, drying the sweat off of her forehead with the cloth wrapped around there. "Do you KNOW how young that is in manakete years? I do not think I was out of the crib by the age of sixteen! In conclusion, he and his sister are babies."

"WITH human blood inside them! That kinda made them spriiing up, right?" Henry gestured with his hand from his knee to way past his head, tip-toeing for effect. "He managed to look for us on his own and everything, Nidra! They're fine!" Henry held his wife's hands, squeezing them so she would look straight into his eyes.

"Hah... I do understand with my head that they are proper adults who can take care of themselves," Nidra looked down to their hand hold, chewing on her lower lip. "It's just that... I've always longed for a family, as you know."

"Yup. Me too."

Nidra chuckled, mirthless. "Indeed. I simply want to protect them from any and all adversities they might find in their path -- they've been through so very much already, and at such young age! They do not deserve any of this! They deserve to be pampered and loved and protected like any child their age should! Human OR manakete."

"Or both, nyaha!" Henry bumped his head on Nidra's, the dumbness that followed finally making the manakete chuckle for real.

"... Indeed. Or both; as they are. Half-human, half-manakete children that need just as much protection as any other baby their age."

"Not baby -- child! Try again!"

"But they’re just babies..." Nidra hissed under her breath, holding back a smile.

"Ni-Niiii..."

The manakete twisted her lips, but gave up resisting. "Very well -- CHILDREN. Still young and still worthy of protection and pampering."

"I like pampering! And I'm a dad! Their dad!" He laughed, pulling his wife for a hug. "Trust them a bit, you worry-wart! They'll show up anytime, now! We can even see Castle Plegia already."

Nidra reciprocated the hug, resting her worried frown on her husband's thin shoulder. "Indeed, they shall -- oh! C-could it be?"

"Ohh, dragon radar, dragon radar!!" Henry let go of the hug, holding his wife by the arms. "Dragon radar?!"

Being shook by her husband, Nidra absentmindedly looked at the far-up sky, feeling the familiar tug of home calling her from the sky. It was still so very weak, but she could tell that the feeling was coming towards them -- towards HER.

"D-dragon radar...!" She smiled foolishly, pulling away the extra wrappings she had around her body.

"Transformation incoming!" Henry cupped both hands in front of his mouth to yell to their surrounding companions, so they would be able to make way for the dragon that would pop up in the middle moments later. "You're not leaving me behind this time!" He grabbed her tail and climbed onto her back at an astounding speed, tickling her scales.

"I wouldn't dream of it! Hold on tight!" She opened her wings, startling the soldiers who had made way for her into running farther from her reach.

There were two of them! She could feel the presence of two manaketes! HER CHILDREN!

Nidra flew with the swiftness and precision of her thousands of years of experience, laughing at her husband's loud yodelling and incoherent screaming of joy.

She found a manakete flying side by side with a pegasus knight, seeing them way before they could actually see her -- though the both of them could feel the mutual pull of their family bond.

"There!" She quickly made her way towards them, opening her large wings a few meters away from running into them.

One could see that, despite having brighter-colored scales, Meliodas was still a young manakete -- his dragon form was at least half as big as his mother's, her thousand-year-old scales showcasing not only her experience but her wisdom as well.

Cynthia screamed. "MOTHER?! YOUR DRAGON FORM IS SO EPIC, LEMME JUMP OVER!!"

"Wh- do not stand on the pegasus- Cynth- you're standin- Do not jump- SHE JUMPED, wait, I got you, oh by Naga, you're so small, such a little girl, a baby-" Nidra panicked, catching Cynthia mid-air with her small manakete arms, all under Henry's loud cheering.

"THAT WAS AWESOME, I WANNA TRY IT LATER!!" He kicked his feet, holding onto Nidra's neck for his dear life.

"FATHER!!" Cynthia beamed at him from Nidra's chest. "THIS IS SO AWESOME, I WANNA JUMP AGAIN!!"

"NO!" Nidra and Meliodas yelled in unison, slowly descending to the desert below them. The startled pegasus stood there in shock, simpy following his knight to the ground.

"Oh, but you are so very small, I do not want to let you go-" Nidra sniffled, her voice thundering awkwardly. "So, so very small..."

"Mother, your dragon form is AMAZING! Wow, look at all those scales! And I thought Meli's was the prettiest dragon ever! You win by far!"

"I think so, too! Her scales are so strong-looking and deep!" Meliodas transformed back into his humanoid form, lifting both arms as a silent gesture for Nidra to hand him Cynthia so she could transform back herself.

Nidra hesitated, wanting to hold her baby a while longer, but Henry's sliding down her back and falling on his behind snapped her out of it, making her slowly hand her young daughter to her son.

"And even her FINGERS are strong, Meli!" Cynthia gushed, hugging her brother before he put her on the ground. "Manakete's arms are so tiny, but Mother's made it look like they were big and strong and- oof!"

Nidra transformed back just in time to tackle her children, pulling them right into her chest. "Oh, my babies...! I am overjoyed to see you safe and sound! Do not startle me like that!"

"But you caught me! I knew you would!" Cynthia laughed, wrapping her arms around Nidra's waist.

"Of course I would, silly." Nidra sniffled, kissing her daughter's head -- she had the same green hair as Nidra herself! That in and on itself brought tears to the manakete's cheeks.

"Family hug!" Henry came from behind Cynthia and Meliodas, sandwiching them between him and their mother, giggling non-stop. "I can't believe I have the most epic family ever! I MEAN, DRAGONS!!"

"I know, RIGHT?!" Cynthia kicked her feet, raising up sand around them. "I'm so glad I'm part of this family!!"

Meliodas and Nidra laughed, the former withholding strangled noises from trying -- and failing -- not to cry. "I am so happy you all are part of it as well, my children; my husband. Thank you so very much for coming back to me. Thank you, thank you... I love you more than words can convey."

Cynthia felt her chin tremble with emotion -- seeing her Mother's strong dragon form made her steel her resolve; there was no way she was going to let such an epic dragon perish in battle, not when she herself could transform and help her from the start of it all!

She would fight her doomed future and kick it in the face alongside the most epic family ever -- hers!