#medival walls

[fallbabylon]

Death and  Devils  stained glass detail from the ‘Pricke of Conscience’ window dated 1410, depicting the last 15 days as the world is destroyed- All Saints Church, York

[dia-oro]

A fragment of a medieval wall still standing, Spain

[hoppity-floppity]

Hot take

Medieval wall paintings are comic strips.

[radiance1]

The Justice League summon the ghost king for something something something like idk think of something.

Instead of the powerful, fear inducing, hardened being that practically screamed other, but that wasn't what they got. The being that stood atop one of the highest peaks of the Infinite Realms, one of the strongest ghosts in the hierarchy and was said to be a tyrant.

What appeared before them was not a being that looked like it belonged to the other side, no, what appeared before them was a small children's toy.

A Teddy Bear.

A sentient and sapient Teddy Bear at that.

A starry cloak tied around its neck, an ice crown that blows faint mist and has a constant, ever shifting constellation atop it, and what was most undoubtedly a ring- that looked more like a bracelet- around its stubby forelimb.

It blinked.

The Justice League stared incredulously.

It looked around.

One of the members cleared their throat.

It walked to the bounds of the circle.

Constantine light up a smoke.

It prodded at the invisible walls of magic keeping it contained with a few light pokes.

Constantine considered the summons a failure, for while it did summon a king, it seemed more like a king from some far-off child's paradise.

With a flicker and then mass spread of flame that rose and condensed into one giant, otherworldly entity. One dressed in medival armor from head to toe, a flaming crown hovering over his head, and a green ring around his finger.

[Pariah Dark entered the chat]

Quickly, yet gently pulling the fall smaller being into the palm of his hand, the league was met face to face with a glare that could give even the Batman a run for his money.

Either the Ghost King had a very weird taste for having alliances or Constatine fucked up the summoning.

[In fact, it twas neither. Danny was the to-be-king but is waaaaaay to young for that role, even though Pariah did in fact anoint him king on a whim after not checking his age, and decided to force his way into each and every summon so that his successor-to-be does not get taken advantage of.]

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Yes please writte this historical Au cause you'r writing is already amazing but medival enemys to lovers for Susie and Demarco would be a real gift to us .Lots of Love and a Happy week to you

Thank you so much anon - and extra thanks to everyone else who's messaged me about this AU! <3 hope you enjoy!!

@xxluckystrike @p-polaroid

wars of the roses au -> susie lamb x bernard demarco

The carriage swayed uncomfortably from side to side against the uneven road below, the only sound the constant rattle of wheels and braying of horses as the boy and his father approached their destination. Bernard DeMarco slouched in his seat, staring back at the elder man across from him, a sour frown contorting his expression.

"Stop sulking like a child and sit up straight," His father snapped, tearing his unimpressed gaze away from the window. "It's bad enough we have to grovel to these people, do not arrive looking a fool."

Bernard rolled his eyes. "I still do not understand this. My brothers married Ladies - you are an Earl. And who is she? Her father had no title - her brother may be a Baron now, but he was not born one. Why have I had to fall so far?"

"Your brothers may have married Ladies, but their families are now outcasts from the court of our new King Henry. We need influence and new alliances, and her sisters have married well - this will connect us to the right people, son."

Suppressing a sigh, he leant sideways against the inside of the carriage, staring out at the red-brick chimney pots and they pulled into the courtyard of the Lamb family's home, the walls encircling him like a prison. As the carriage rolled to a halt, he and his father stepped outside, the fresh country air a balm after so many hours inside the wooden box. At the door, an older woman awaited, closer in age to his father, skin pinched at the corners of her eyes, dark hair pulled tightly back beneath her cap. "Welcome, my Lord. My son is waiting for you inside."

Watching as his father fell in step with the woman - whom he assumed would soon be his own mother once this business was over - Bernard trailed closely behind, taking in his surroundings as they filed through the corridors towards the house's main hall. The place was plainer than he was used to, although not entirely without its charm. As they crossed the entryway, a girl appeared at the top of the stairs, staring down at them, warm brown curls framing her face, a pink flush tinting her cheeks as she sent him a sweet smile. Although not the most handsome girl he had seen, she was certainly pleasant.

"Father?" He called as Mrs Lamb disappeared in search of her children. "Who's that, up there?"

Following his gaze, his father nodded. "Eleanor. The youngest sister."

He was sure his disappointment was visible. "Can't I marry that one instead? She seems agreeable."

"Hm, the King thought so too. Which is why she is already betrothed to the Earl of Leicester's son."

"So I am truly to take the scraps?"

"Unfortunately," A voice echoed from the other end of the hall. Bernard and his father turned simultaneously, peering at the woman as she approached, loose, auburn locks bouncing over her shoulders with each movement, footsteps echoing against the polished wooden floor. She eyed him closely, with the scrutiny of a fox assessing its prey, and he felt sweat begin to bead at his brow.

"Ah! Susannah!" Her mother exclaimed, a younger man at her shoulder as she returned, his gaze skittish, never meeting the eye. But there was a distinct resemblance between the two, and he found himself suppressing a snort as he realised the man must have been the Baron. "Wonderful. My Lord, if we may talk in the drawing room? We can leave these two to make their introductions."

In that moment, Bernard wanted nothing less than to be left alone with this woman. Nevertheless, his father had soon vanished, and the pair stood silently at the base of the stairs as he tried not to flinch under her gaze, so penetrating it was as if she could see straight through his clothes and flesh all the way to his very bones. Eleanor let out a giggle from upstairs, and soon she too was gone.

"So," Susannah Lamb began. "You truly are desperate."

A prick of indignation stabbed at his chest, pushing his shoulders back to tower above her even more than he already did. Her lips were pursed in a thin smirk as she waited for his reply, and he realised that - as irritable as her expression was - her face was far from unappealing to him. If anything, at least their children might appear personable.

"Madam, I am doing you a favour with this match," He grimaced.

"Oh, certainly. But it humiliates you to do it - to marry so below your birthright, all because your father chose the wrong side."

"It's surely telling that no one on your own side would take you as a wife - although I can't confess to being surprised."

At this, she began to laugh, and Bernard bit at the inside of his cheek so hard that he almost drew blood. He certainly hadn't intended for such a reaction, and worse still was the melodious warmth with which she did it. It was a laugh that, in itself, he could have surely come to love. That it came from Susannah was... confusing.

With a final dry chuckle, she finally spoke. "Well, you have confirmed my every expectation, Sir." Susannah nodded, still smiling.

He scoffed. "And you're pleased by that?"

"Oh absolutely. If you'd been agreeable I would've found you so much harder to dislike."

"You're very resolved to dislike me, aren't you?"

"Well, it certainly makes my life easier," She shrugged, her skirts rustling as she turned on her heel and began to walk away, the rhythmic drum of footsteps parting the tense quiet. Bernard watched on for a moment before letting out an irritated huff as he began to pursue. Up ahead, her dress swayed side to side with each step, all at once infuriating and disgustingly hypnotic.

"In what way?" He yelled.

"There's no expectation that I see you beyond what is strictly necessary," Susannah called over her shoulder, the sunlight through a passing window casting shadows across her profile. She had just made it around the next corner when he caught up, seizing her wrist and tugging her to a halt. Expression contorted in distaste, she yanked her arm sharply from his grip, yet made no effort to flee. "Until the very moment we are wed, you do not touch me."

"Do you truly think I want to marry you?" He sneered.

"Do you truly think I care what you want?" She shot back, mimicking his own tone in a way that made his blood boil.

"My brothers wed Ladies-"

"And I'm sure they were very pleased with themselves at the time."

With his jaw clenched so tightly he feared his teeth may shatter, Bernard searched desperately for some scrap of wit he could hurl back in her face, only for his mind to come up devastatingly empty. It wasn't until the pair had fallen silent that he realised quite how close they'd become. With each insult, they had inched forward to better spit their venom, but all it seemed to mean now was that there was barely a gap between them, their breath fanning each other's cheeks, heads tilted towards one another, lips mere inches apart. Susannah's expression was cold, unyielding, and it seemed to take her a moment to realise this herself. Suddenly clearing her throat, she took a decisive step back, and the air around him seemed to clear, suddenly absent of warmth.

"Bernard!" His father's voice echoed from somewhere back down the hall.

"Off you go," She whispered, that ever-present tone of mockery still lining her voice. "He's tugging your leash, pup."

Taking a step back towards his father, Bernard took one last scornful glance at the woman, a beam of sunlight streaking through the window and lighting her hair a fiery orange.

"Milady," He bit, turning his back on her as he returned to his father, who stood waiting for him at the base of the stairs, brow raised in question. At the sight of his son's dour frown, he nodded, seemingly entirely unsurprised.

Susannah's mother uttered her thanks, and they were out the door almost as swiftly as they had come, the gravel in the courtyard crunching noisily beneath their feet as they returned to their carriage. Swinging the door open, Bernard's father climbed in first, looking back at his son once he'd taken his seat.

"So? What do you think of her, then?"

Turning his head, he took one last look at the house. Movement in one of the upstairs windows caught his eye, and he glanced up as Susannah took a seat upon the sill, attention so captured by the book in her hands that she never spared a glance for the man who was to be her husband. When peaceful, she appeared an entirely different woman. With a huff, he clambered inside, sitting down opposite his father.

"I think we'll make each other miserable."

[shineon3]

For @summer04rayne :3

maxiel medival au wip cuz i have no restrain and bestie is my yes man

Max woke up to the sound of deafening screams. There was, of course, nothing unusual about that in the palace, so the young prince wasn’t really panicked. Slowly, he lifted the soft silk covers of his bed, picking up his shirt from where he must have thrown it away during the warm spring night, and made his way out of the bedroom. However, the blonde didn’t manage to get to the door before it slammed open violently, revealing the source of the screams that disturbed the palace’s peace behind it.

Max was met with his father’s red and angry face and immediately looked at the floor, a habit beaten into him, bowing his head.

“Father.”

His words were acknowledged by a slap, the sound of it resonating against the marble walls, leaving an obvious handprint on the prince’s pale cheek. Max bit his lips, shackling down any reaction to the pain lest he get hurt even worse. He knew not to fuel his father’s rage by now. Instead, he stayed silent, waiting patiently until the king deemed it necessary to talk to his son.

“I am sending you to train with the army. You are to depart tomorrow to the North-East border. You will not disappoint me. Did I make myself clear?”

Max nods, trying to hide his confusion. The slap hits harder this time, and tears sting in the corners of his eyes, but he manages to choke an answer out, hoping to satisfy his father.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Crystal clear.”

The king doesn't reply, glaring at his son for a moment before leaving the room, barking unintelligibly at some servant outside.

Max makes his way to the bathroom mechanically, barely paying attention to the bruise spreading cruelly on his face, adding to the array of colors on the pale, ugly canvas of his skin, bathing as fast as he can. He comes back to his chambers to find a servant waiting for him, clothes undoubtedly chosen by his father to be befitting of the crown Prince laid on the bed. With a sigh, he lets himself be dressed and escorted to the dining room, lost in thoughts.

His father wanted him in the army. That, in and of itself, wasn't much of a surprise. The king always complained about his son being a useless sissy, unable to (hurt others) defend himself. He had been trying to send Max to the army for years already, his mother's protection and protests the only thing saving the young prince from being sent away. It only made sense that his father took advantage of the Queen and her daughter leaving for a diplomatic visit (finding a suitable husband for Victoria) to finally go through his plans to shape Max as he saw fit.

[dexare]

[COR: SHESHA CLEPSYDRA - CF/Local:1955] - Part 1 of 3

[Mythology Analysis - by Agent [99] of the DieWell Collective] [SEC/00.66.99 Taken Earth]

"....on the way it's spread throughout the system, we estimate....Across the endless cosmos, were stars align-🎶...hm!/hm!/hm!...

99: Kör, you've been taking your time with that. Is it done yet?

Kör: Defragmentation is at 60%. Would you like to see the available data?

🎶🎶🎶

99: What is this Kör?

Kör: According to the information contained in the document, this file contains a song sung by Minueta Jenkins herself alongside several images.

The song is a revision made by Minueta Jenkins of the Folk Song "Braker" witch itself is based on the mythology of the world serpent "SHESHA CLEPSYDRA"..

99: Hmm.. Why would a woman like Minueta ever make a song like this?..

@^#^&##.......&$#^.....

99: Ok, so here it is 98, we'll kinda.. long fulkimg~ story UL-right~~

98: Just hurry up and tell me.

99: Alright, so there's this dragon.. He/she who dafuck knows, it doesn't know how to fly, and obviously, feels pretty sad about it. He travels the world until one day, he straight-up meets a demon.

The demon, unlike 99% of the people, is actually a pretty cool dud, and because he has a few thousand years freed up, he decides hes going to help out the dragon and teach it how to fly.

Now there's a problem the dragon has been roaming around the planet too much. Not only are his bones too heavy, but girl is ripped to kingdom come. He's got mussels for days, way too heavy to ever actually fly.

There's this big ark after that about them meeting different people, and basically, this were this religion gets all it's moral and ideology from. As they search for a way to help the dragon fly, the Dragon meets different kinds of asssholes and obviously end up dying in the most gruesome way possible, basic holy book stuff.

During this ark, you would expect to see the Dragon and the Demon get closer, but you kinda get the vibe that there's a wall between them. On top of that, even though this religion centers around the Dragon, most of what you can call the good parts and lessons come from the Demon, with the dragon being the one that unintentionally starts the problem in the fish place, it not his fault but it almost like everything about the world hates him.

Eventually, though, the demon unlocks a hidden power within himself after having this big enlightenment moment where the Demon becomes an angel again and redeems himself in the eyes of ??? Who dafuck knows? another fucking mystery.

Anyway, thanks to this, he can use his deus machina, magic, bullshit to finally give the dragon the ability to fly.

There, this moment in the book, we're the demon try's to warn the dragon about something inside him, but since were reading the book from the perspective of the dragon, and the dragon doesn't give a fuck. We don't get to know more about this warning. Suffice it to say that the dragon is so hype up about fly that he instantaneously decides to Fly off not even bother to say farewell or thanks to the demon, in fact we never hear about the demon after the Dragon leaves him and we're left to wonder what happened to him.

The book gets pretty weird from this point on. Up until now, the book has been pretty on the level it's a fantasy world, so to us, it looks weird, but to the people of local 1955, all of this sounds as realistic as a history book. The only thing I can maybe compare it to is Revelations from Bible in The Taken Earth. It has that same level of weirdness and metaphoric meaning.

Here also, where the famous song comes in, it's the page before the final chapter of the book. Oh.. and there's something you need to keep in mind. These people are in the medival ages, so keep that in mind while I tell you this next bit.

..The Dragon rises to the sky and chooses to never stop, never wanting for her talons to feel dirt again. He flies hooping to embrace the deep eternal blue, uncaring of the cost to her heart.

The sky's true face is made known to it, and although her eyes flutter, the Dragon gaze could see past a blinding light. Black waters teaming with pearls, that his eye alone could see before him.

Stars that mear mortals could never see as the God's themselves danced around him bound to eternal circles, in the center of witch was heaven. In the far distance, pearls of all colors.

Dancing in paradise, the Dragon was blessed with the heaven's warm embrace as it took hold of him in Ernest...

Bunch of trash after that, then it pick back up back her..

... Leviathan grabbed a hold of the dragon as the heavens themselves casted him away. Rejeted by the heavens, the dragon fell into the tendrils of the great beast, who drug the dragon to the sea.

Dejected as he fell, his mind wondered to the past, rejecting the very concept of his fall. He rose with anger as he battered his body in Rebellion against the world around him.

The dragons mind fractured, having only his promise to hold him true.. piercing the sky, the dragon splinters all of the beasts tendrils as he looks from above, at the body of the great Leviathan. The word itself, as it stood before him, as he vaow to keep his promise, plugging to the ground with such a force that Leviathan body crumbles into dust...

98: I don't know it's kinda hard to fallow the way you're explaining things, man.

99: I know, i know, but we don't care about any of that. Just listen to this last bit, and you'll see what I'm getting at.

..The Dragon rebirth by the orb of Turin was given into the flames of the true heaven's light and grew to understand the lie of the sky. Making a new vaow of chaos, he burned with greater glory than the false heavens and slaughtered the gods as they danced around it.

Surrounded by jewels, the dragon heart was now empty, with her promise fulfilled the dragons fractured mind, was now laid bare to madness. The only hope of escaping to find her past. Traveling to the north, the Dragon found pure light, where nothing existed beyound vail turbulant water. Not the land, nor the jowels could pearce the light, and even as the dragon saw the ocean im rage fighting to get trought the edge of life itself, nothing it could escape the the turbulant waters.

Rebellion.. The Dragon stretched out his wing and, without a thought crossed towards the light.. To the north lays, three pyramids were the Dragon vaows to kill it own past.

98: The Dragon attack the Congregation??

99: Yep, and not just that, I figured out where he ends up. The Dragon ended up on Earth Prime of all places. If we can figure out when, then... you get what I'm saying..

98: Then we can sneak inside and get access to the speakers, private network, holy shit 99..."

[DELUSION] [REBELLION] [JEWELS]

[Personal Device recording of agent 98]

"99: Folk- me man.. he fucking broke again, Ahh..

98: What? Did he overheat again?

99: Yeah, fucker decided to process the the same.. what 12-13 images over 852 times in a row.. fucking idiot.

99: Fuck that like what.. 97 million Aberration tears just for a couples of images. Jesus, he is dumb. "

[FRESH AIR] [MEMORY] [HATRED]

99: I feel like the biggest question about this entire book is the promise the Dragon made. It is pretty obvious to us that the dragon made a promise or, I guess, vaow to Minueta, but I can never see Minute of all people asking the Dragon to destroy a planet.

98: I don't know, but I'd be careful about making assumptions about this. I feel like we don't actually know enough to read into it like this. I read a little yesterday, and I get the feeling the dragon isint as Holy as the book paints him out to be, plus during the ark where the dragon travels with the demon you see him constantly looking for loops holes in arguments. I wouldn't be surprised if Minueta made a totally normal request only for the dragon to twist it for its own needs."

"99: I feel like you're trusting the Contance Foundation and Minueta, too much.

98: Maybe, but like you said, I don't see Minueta of all people asking for the end of some randome planet. By the way, what's up with the wizard dud in the image?

99: Aw yeah, that guy.. the books dosent mention him, but apparently, there's a separate scroll that talks about him. He knows as the Turin of Sahsha as apparently he'd been hunting the dragon until a woman killed him. You can guess who that was.

It pretty gruesome the way she kills him too, reminds me of when the dragon flies back up after being cast down into the ocean, apparently he twisted and contorted his entire body as he flew back up creating a tornado that split appart the planets atmosphere along side its magnetic field. "

98: Jesus man that fucking brutal.. did all of that already happen or is local/1955 still around.

99: On the galactic calendar well.. no, not yet, for us at least. It's still what 2 years out, I think. That is enough time for us to get ready. Apparently, the thing that gets the Contance Foundation to show up on Local/1955 is the arrival of the Phoenix version of the Dragon, so it's one of those loops where time keeps repeating. Works out for us since it gives us the perfect chance to steal from them.

98: Depends.. I'm still looking into what happens during the attack."

CHRONICLES OF REBELLION | FRACTURE [SHESHA CLEPSYDRA PART 1 OF 3]

Chronicles of Rebellion Track 09 - Braker Dans l'ombre des montagnes, un dragon rêve, Des ailes de feu, il désire qu'elles s'élèvent, Un démon bienveillant, avec un sourire, Lui montre les cieux, lui enseigne à s'envoler. Flieg, oh Drache, in den Himmel so weit, Die Sterne rufen, gib deiner Seele das Geleit. Doch in deinem Herzen, ein Schatten so tief, Eine alte Versprechen, das niemand dir schrieb. Il lève son regard, les étoiles scintillent, Un appel mystérieux, une histoire qui brille. Cherchant un destin, illustre et grand, Dans l'infini, il s'élance, le cœur battant. Flieg, oh Drache, die Weite ist klar, Die Hoffnung zu finden, es ist alles so nah. Doch die Stimme der Erinnerung, sie murmure so sacht, Ein ewiges Versprechen, das ihn in sich bewacht. Mais à chaque battement, la promesse résonne, Une chaîne invisible, un poids qu'il frissonne. Il veut l'oublier, fuir cette contrainte, Mais en lui, une flamme, une lutte l’atteinte. Er kämpft gegen das Echo, will die Freiheit spüren, Die Sterne, sie rufen, doch die Fesseln regieren. Im Herzen ein Sturm, die Dunkelheit weicht, Doch die Stimme der Treue, die niemals vergeicht. Alors il se rappelle, de son serment ancien, Le voler est un art, mais le cœur a son chemin. Dans un geste de foi, il choisit d’obéir, Plongeant dans la terre, décidé à périr. Mit einem lauten Donnerschlag bricht er die Erde, Die Maßen zerfällt, und die Sterne vergerben. Sein Herz schlägt schnell, in der Dunkelheit weit, Er hatte gewählt, in der Stille der Zeit. Il a volé, même au prix de sa chute, Sa promesse le guide, sa peur l’influte. Le dragon renaît, de ses cendres, il s’élève, Un destin trouvé, comme un souffle en trêve. Flieg, oh Drache, zurück zu dir selbst, In der Dunkelheit strahlst du, wie ein Licht in der Welt. Sein Versprechen nun stark, führt ihn zur Ruh, Der Drache, der fliegt, ist endlich er selbst, im neuen Licht, im neuen Flug.

[haha-shit]

In occasionally ask my friends to send me single words to think about before bed so my thoughts can run wild a bit and I think I just wrote an essay on why people are worth saving in fifteen minutes.

“It’s weird to me how much paint connects people through time because of the pigments. Granted some pigments aren’t used anymore because they’re poisonous like arsenic or sulfuric derivatives or radioactive likes cobalts and uraniums. But many pigments such as the red from iron or the green from copper are the same pigments invented and pioneered by ages old painters. My self portrait used the same iron that a Scandinavian woman what feels like millions of years ago used to paint her baby a picture of her husbands hunting, the green I use to paints viola stems and stream is the same green that van goph used in his highlights and stilllifes. The indigo I used to paint a woman’s eye is the same indigo that would’ve been used to paint a flower for a wealthy persons commission of a family. Maybe me and some unknown painter three hundred years ago both painted tangled limbs in the sunset, maybe both of our tears thinned the paint on the pallet, did they twirl their brush in thinner too? Did they ignore the canvas? Leave it blank? Did they share my name? My face? Did they follow the same pattern drawing loving eyes first and working form there? Or did they focus on the anatomy, discussing with themselves. Did they have to repaint the hair because they had smeared the background paint. Did a German artist a hundred years ago paint the same forest cat, did he name it? Did it mean little rascal in his language too? Did a woman in England dream of a sea she has never seen? Were the shells painted with the same daisy yellow and rust red or did she dream of different ones. Spirals instead of points, smooth instead of textured? Did she laugh at the brush bristles being permanently pink from yesterday’s carnations? Maybe a man in Russia painted a similar skyline, maybe an Icelandic man painted the same northern lights. They might’ve meant more to him, maybe less. Every new paint that comes out we pioneer, my crappy imagination could turn out the most influential thing of the next century. Perhaps we’re all connected through art. Not just the pigments but the act. Mediveal children drew in the margins of books, graffiti is on the walls of Pompeii, woodcarvings are found in remnants of churches in Denmark, the cuts imprecise and erratic as though an apprentice forgot his post, there are cave paintings that shows the painters hand the size of a four year olds’ likely guided by their father or mother. Humans create. In depths of war and famine we create. We create when we are happy when we are sad the angriest people create the most beautiful pieces because you can see the shaking hand holding the brush you can feel warm breath fanning on the canvas, tears thin paint to create washes and drips, smiles reflect light onto the painted rivers and ice. Paint connects every human who has ever lived and every human who ever will. Art goes beyond religeon, race, ethnicity, food, ideas, language poem written in German evoke emotional responses for me when I do not know the language. Art has no structure and yet we are all fluent and it is truely remarkable.”

How beautiful the cry of the soul slashed open

[aroace-spec-empire]

u know those big swingy things they put cannonballs in back in the medival period to huck em over walls? I suggest that but aphobes

Good idea 👀

[tatticstudio55]

Why everyone seems convinced that Dany and Snow are getting together? When she lands in Westeros wouldn't Young Griff be a better choice especially if he manages to unite Dorne, Stormlands and the Reach and maybe even King's landing . Why would she choose Jon? I don't see her saying I had a vision of a cloth dragon and a blue rose in an ice wall after taking medival drugs that some old wizards gave me so Jon's my nephew and Aegon isn't.

Bets are on Aegon being already married to Arianne Martell by the time Dany reach Westeros.

The blue rose vision is foreshadowing for us readers as well. It's not just about how / if Dany reflects on it in the future. Why did Martin put it there in the first place?

[hihopelessromantics]

OOOH! Definitely interested in your wips. Would love to hear more about these in particular (whichever one(s) you feel like sharing)

(also yes definitely still happily stuck inside this fandom bubble)

will indulge!!! (This is long but it's good to organize my thoughts lol)

I straight up forgot to put the name of this one lol. Meliodas doing dangerous antics is part of my Through the Wall sequel fic, called "Stakeout" which is the one where I have him cooking. I tried to mix in some humor with the angst here. It's basically Stigma Meliodas if Nakaba didn't nerf his intellegence. This one, I'll be feeding you guys soon!! Because I plan to try to finish Through the Wall this Thanksgiving Break, since I started it last thanksgiving break (ambitious I know, but imagine the poetism if I pull it off!) and Stakeout is farther along in its completion than that one. Stakeout is about Meliodas looking out for the TC and his brother from the opposite of the war. The first part is him deciding to try to get them dinner after seeing how worn-down they are, and the second . . . well, he can't exactly leave Zeldris to watch over both the Vampire and Demon Realms all by his lonesome, right? I'm actually really excited for you and @7-ratsinatrenchcoat to see this one in particular when it's finished because I tried to channel the melizabeth energy I liked in your work

This one is named such not cause I wanna name it something bulky (it has a better name! that's the exclusive lore lol) but I'm commited not to spoiling the plot twists in this one. This is gonna be my main gift to this fandom, a spiced up psychological horror rewrite of the whole show with original elizabeths and original adventures for the first and second season (that one is a backstory with Liz!) Plot point collaboration welcome. A bunch of season one, and the plot tiwsts, I made with my good friend zeldriszezinho, and I'm pretty antsy and excited to finally get around to it and present him with the result of our hard work, haha. I actually have a lot of senarios planned both in detail and loosely, just not written down. I'm currently procrastinating on Season 1 Pt. 2 because it's literally 5 or so arcs of content, one for all the sins, and uh. mental energy. So I'm trying to finish up a lot of small projects first just so my mind isn't everywhere. I can't remember if you've seen what I've posted on it so far but here's the masterpost and season one part one! It's on tumblr too! but I went ahead and pressed the space bar like 4 times every indent so it would be normally formatted on A03 sooooo https://archiveofourown.org/works/48567730 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48611485/chapters/122618557

3. Ironically, think Rings was another one inspired by you - it's old, almost 8 months by now, and the only reason I haven't published it yet is the second ellie spiraled out of control into her own adventure and I haven't had the time because I've been word vomiting so many other projects into existence. it's half meme format, half usual writing. The second ellie's meme story is complete and the third's just needs its wrapping up of its actual plot, which is simple: an arrogant man thinks his bride is secretly a nutcase, but feels pressured into marrying her because medival times, because she's a sweet and intellegent woman running an orphanage all by herself, and technically he can't do better, and because it would look disasterously on the both of them and destroy his carefully crafted persona if they somehow couldn't make this community-arranged marriage work. So he's "putting up with her quirks." Including the ancient what-looks-like-wedding-rings she wears around her neck, and the fact she genuinely thinks her one-that-got-away lover sold a prized possession to demons. (the significance of these rings is in the stories of the previous two elizabeths). Well. Actually. He steals them while she's distracted with wedding planning. It doesn't go well for him from there.

Let me know your opinion: should I try finishing the third ellie and then publishing it? I can always go back and make a full story out of "purple ring" ellie + friends later.

Basically, the purple ring's story is as thus: Meliodas decides he needs to rest, "REALLY rest", since his emotional stress is beginning to affect his demon biology in a bad way, and voluntarily coma-tizes himself for a while. He wakes some time later only to find out Elizabeth and her new 'family' have been considering him as their good luck charm. (Maybe even more than one Elizabeth has passed by now. Probably the apothecary he visits figures out what Meliodas meant to do and goes to fetch him, too late, and looks after him . . . see, that could be a whole OTHER story in itself. anyway.) He's a "good luck charm" because his demon aura has been disgusing the magical signature of her druid family, not that they've figured this out. Meliodas tries to get up and run away with an injured Ellie but surprise surprise he hasn't quite recovered from what his body and mind has been through, and the combination of that and the drugs has left him critcially weakened. He actually collapses falls down a small cliff with her. Ellie assures him they've gotten far enough to shake off the people who are searching for her, that it's okay. Moreover, she understands more or less what he's going through, since she lost her leg a while back. They reuinte with Ellie's little "siblings," druid children the family has rescued along their journey.

Later ~ the main organizers of their group are shocked to return to their isolated cabin to find that not only have all the children survived the winter, and possible clashes with whoever's been hunting them for decades, but there's one extra child! And a talking cow. (I haven't decided whether some of these people are semi-antagonsists.) Meliodas's condition never improves (angst angst <3) but he takes up the task of looking after the kids alongside Elizabeth anyway- especially when she and the others are gone, working or otherwise. Oftentimes he and the spunky talking cow go on adventures in the forest or in town, collecting herbs or materials for crafts and toys. She carries him, Hawk-style. I can't remember her name but it was a silly one, and he saves her life once with his wings. He's also fought away intruders once while the 'adults' weren't home with Full Counter, being able to stand for long enough to use it before collapsing.

In this iteration, Meliodas recieves his ring from his new 'siblings' as they say that "it's the same color as the magic you used to protect us." Referring to the times he's used his demon magic around the house, and, unknowingly, to the fact his very presence has been the only thing keeping them safe from raiders on more than one occasion. Throughout it all Meliodas struggles with having to be the one cared for for once, and not being able to be the muscle of this group that so clearly would benefit from him being his 'usual' self. While his siblings think he's a genuine gift from God, and are more than happy to look after him as he does them, trading stories between them and cuddling up like he truly belongs, adult members of the family never take a shine to him and resent him somewhat, even perrfering when he was comatose. There's more (and more angst) but I should probably say less.

4. (TW: this one gets DARK with the demon brothers angst) modern fantasy ireland boarding school au" is actually another gift for @gh0stofyesterday, who can't escape me, from back in like feburary or something lol. It's an angsty modern-day genderqueer demon brothers and genderqueer elizabeth. Basically Meliodas tricks his snooty father into letting him and his brother (who's not technically old enough but academically girlboss yourself outta that condundrum zeldris) go to boarding school in his deceased mother's home country, where Meliodas plans to study interior design (he's gonna design the boar hat himself <3) and, against his father's wishes, join the gymnastic team. Little does he know that his online friends in his tween gymnastics discord server or whatever (The TC) are also going to end up there. ( I have the scene where they realize he's not the snooty daughter of the DK ceo and actually their Captain planned out already actually. they realize it when he beats the snot out of some guy that chases zeldris through the gymnasium lol).

Other plot points include! Elizabeth and Meliodas have a secret online romance as "Study buddies" and plan to perform a ceremony to use whatever their magic is unsealed to share a bit of that magic with each other, as a kind of marriage ceremony (peak 14 year old romance lol). Meliodas and Zeldris learn (originally Irish) sign language in order to communicate without their father snooping. Cusack and Chandler deal with being technical slaves to the Demon King and attempt to parent their protegees in more important ways than teaching them fencing, keeping their secrets, and buying them things. Gelda explains she never cuddles with her sisters for emotional support, Zel and Mel feel sorry for her . . . then figure out they are touch-starved and probably need therapy for that too. Hot springs date. Zel discovers Mel has been cuddling him while laying on his side specifically because there are fresh child abuse wounds across his back. Meliodas commandeers his gymnastics coach's coaching authority and starts an underground fencing ring upon being told he can't do that (we go to school in a castle! c'mon!). Zeldris tries to deal with a ginger-haired kid who seems equally hellbent on being his friend as he is his school rival. Depending on how dark I'm gonna make this, you might even get to see a prolouge where Zeldris forgoes a plan to murder - suicide his brother following his mother's funeral after meeting a small Gelda at the playground. Oh, and the DK having to fidgit uncomfortably in court. This one is basically a for-fun daydream, but a pal volunteed to beta it for me so it will eventually get written up for you all!

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #18

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes place between you need not worry, child and the beginning of go on, claim my heart. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medival au.

In the height of summer, when the air is sticky and the buzzing things chorus in the tall Zephran grasses, Vax scoops his little daughter out of her cradle and takes her for a walk. Keyleth moves to join them, setting aside her pages of reading on the tense political situation in Wildemount, but Vax shoos her off to bed, insisting she use the quiet house to catch up on some much-needed sleep.

With Vilya in his arms, he wanders about the grounds, pointing out the birds that fly overhead and the riotous wildflowers that grow along the hills. He is constantly talking to her, pausing only long enough for her to respond with excited babbles and shrieks. Along the way, they pass all manner of guards, who duck their heads in polite bows toward the Champion and the young princess.

(It is so strange to Vax, the notion that this little baby, who can barely lift her own head and whose cries still wake them in the middle of the night, will one day direct the course of a nation. He watches her reach up and grab a lock of his hair to stuff into her mouth, and cannot stifle a laugh at how wonderful and ridiculous this life is.)

Eventually, the day grows too hot for Vilya to still be outside, so he heads into the castle, where the stone walls keep the air cool. He brings her up to the chambers he spent so many night sneaking into—"If anyone comes to your room in the dead of night, my seedling, I don't know if I can show them the mercy your grandfather showed me."—and then to the library, where the stillness of the tomes is quickly interrupted by Vilya's delighted babbles. There are several nobles in there doing some work that must clearly be important, if their barely-concealed glares are any indication, so Vax sweeps her away in search of someone more excited to see them.

Pike is away on business in town, and Percy is stuck in a meeting with stonemasons about a new construction in Pyrah, so Vax tentatively approaches the doors to the sovereign's study, a place he has never been without Keyleth at his side.

When the sovereign's page announces their arrival, Vax hears his enthusiastic "Let them in, please!" before he is ushered inside. Korrin has abandoned whatever work he'd been bent over at his desk and is striding toward them, arms outstretched and a grin on his face. "There she is!"

With a grin of his own, Vax relinquishes his daughter to her grandfather, who takes her to a chaise and immediately begins to coo over her. "What a welcome respite you have brought me, Vax'ildan," he says, beaming at the way Vilya wraps her fingers around one of his. "Do not tell Master Gilmore, but I have been poring over trade updates all morning and they are dreadfully dull."

"Your secret is safe with me." Vax takes a seat in a nearby armchair. He watches his father-in-law fawn over Vilya, murmuring to her as she reaches up for him happily. She is so lucky, his little girl, to be so endlessly loved. There are so many within this castle and without who would lay down their lives for her without a second thought, and not merely out of duty; the entire Ashari Council is absolutely besotted with her, can never stay focused for more than a minute when she is in the room, and she has easily won over the hearts of even the most uptight nobles at court. Vax attributes this to her mother, who, though she insists she is not charismatic, has a tendency to bring out the very best in people. Vax feels Vilya will be much the same, a sovereign whose influence will encourage great things from her nation.

"How are you, Vax?" Korrin asks, finally tearing his eyes away from his granddaughter. "I remember these early days, and though I miss them greatly, I do not miss the fatigue."

Vax laughs. "Yes, well, sleep is a priceless commodity these days. I instructed Keyleth to rest in our absence, though the gods only know if she's listened." He sighs. "I am, in a word, euphoric. I never believed myself capable—or certainly worthy—of such joy. I come from quite humble beginnings, as you are aware, and...to be here, with her—" He nods to Vilya. "—and Keyleth and you and this city...I am far more content than any man has a right to be."

Korrin's smile turns melancholic. "You deserve happiness, Vax'ildan. We all do. I know I did not express much...enthusiasm for your relationship with my daughter when I first learned of it, but even a sovereign can admit when he is wrong. Both of you have created quite a wonderful life for yourselves. You ought to be happy about that."

His words remind Vax of a far less friendly conversation they'd once had, in a dark and damp dungeon. "Korrin, if I may...you told me once that your father had objected to your marriage to Keyleth's mother. Do you mind my asking why?"

Korrin looks back down toward the baby in his arms, and for a long moment, he is lost in contemplation. Finally, he says, "My father was a hard man, Vax. I believe you know the kind." Vax huffs out a humorless laugh; that he does. "He believed that a royal's marriage should be optimized, the most advantageous match possible. I had two younger sisters, you know." Vax didn't know. "Two and five years younger than I. Both were married off before their seventeenth year to some foreign royalty they'd never met, one in Marquet, one in Issylra. I can still hear their weeping on their final nights here in Zephrah, their desperate pleading to stay. But the connections were good for the Ashari Nation, as well as our coffers, and I never saw them again."

"They could not even visit?" Vax asks, astonished.

Korrin shakes his head. "The younger died in childbirth, the elder in a plague that ravaged the kingdom of Othanzia when Keyleth was a young girl. I cannot help but wonder what path their lives would have taken had they been allowed to follow their hearts and not my father's directives.

"As for me..." Korrin shifts so the baby is cradled now in his other arm. "He wished for me to marry a Kryn marchioness." Vax blinks in surprise. "At the time, we were in talks with the Kryn Dynasty over some trade deal or another, one that would enrich this family greatly. Sealing the deal with our marriage would have brought my father immeasurable wealth and the foothold in Wildemount he'd be seeking for years."

"And yet...?"

Korrin smiles softly. "I wish I had had my daughter's gumption. I was already head over heels in love with my Vilya, and each night I laid awake dreading my upcoming nuptials. I knew that I would never be happy with anyone but her, but it was my father's decree that I should wed this drow woman, and so I would, no matter how many nights I dreamt of running away with Vilya to start a life somewhere new.

"And then my father died, quite suddenly. He had always struggled with heart issues, but in the middle of a council meeting, he dropped dead with no warning. One minute, I was a prince betrothed to some strange woman on the other side of the world, the next, I was sovereign."

Vax has an inkling he knows where this story is going. "I was married to Vilya before his body was in the ground." There it is. "I could not let the obsessions of my father dictate the trajectory of my reign. We completed our trade negotiations with the Kryn Dynasty, which are still in effect today, and the young woman I was originally set to marry is, as I hear, happily married to someone of her choosing. And Vilya was mine, and I hers."

Enraptured, Vax asks, "Does Keyleth know this story?"

"Oh, surely not. I never wanted her to think that her grandfather thought her mother inferior, because of course she wasn't. Vilya would have been far more successful on the throne than I, that is for sure."

Vax uses this opportunity to ask more questions of his father-in-law, who, clearly not eager to return to his work, happily begins telling all manner of stories, mostly of his late wife and of Keyleth as a child. They talk for a quite a while, long enough for Vilya to fall asleep in Korrin's arms and for a small knock to interrupt a tale of Keyleth's first trip to Vesrah. "Enter!" Korrin calls.

The door creaks open, and Keyleth appears, still a bit sleepy-eyed. "There you are!"

Vax extends a hand out toward her, and Keyleth crosses the room to take it. Vax pulls her down to perch on his lap, pressing a kiss into her shoulder. "Did you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you." She looks toward her father and daughter. "Is she not hungry? I can't even remember when I fed her last."

"I think we bored her to sleep," Korrin quips, watching the tiny rise and fall of her chest.

Keyleth reaches back to run her hands through Vax's hair, and he can't help but push into her palm like a cat being pet. "What have you two been discussing?" she asks.

"I learned of the time you had quite the row with your imaginary friend, Professor Wiggles."

The glare she shoots at Korrin is vicious. "Father!"

"Keyleth, please, I have a sleeping child."

She grumbles, and Vax pulls her back against his chest with a laugh. "I never want to stop learning new things about you. I only regret it has taken me this long to learn the good stuff from your father."

"Oh trust me, Vax'ildan, I have yet to reveal the good stuff."

"I cannot believe I am being mocked so viciously," Keyleth moans, "and by the two who claim to love me best."

Just then, Vilya lets out a creaky cry, one that Vax recognizes as the beginning of her calls for food. Keyleth happily takes the excuse to pluck her from Korrin's arms, pressing a kiss to the fussy baby's forehead. Korrin graciously gives them the room, citing a need to check in with Lord Percival after his meeting with the stonemasons, and once he's gone, Keyleth settles on the chaise to begin feeding Vilya.

Vax sits beside her, hooking his chin on her shoulder. "I do love you best, you know."

She wrinkles her nose. "Well, I suppose I ought to be happy that you and my father are getting along. Even if the cost is my pride."

"After some of the stories I heard today? What pride?"

And though he is the one famed for his dexterity and quickness, he has to admit, he is impressed by her ability to reach across and flick him in the nose without even jostling the baby an inch.

[ghoulclan]

WEEDSTAR any prns -it’s backstorytime babyyyy

A nervous individual and solitary by nature Weedstar can usually be found in his highly decorated nest in a smaller cave in the wall. They collect two leg object and like to try and build things with them, will she achieve something great with this and start the cat medival age who knows? Stay tuned to find out

A former hermit joins a religion and forms his own cult

Full backstory under the cut ;) got some BIG lore in there

Moon 0:

A teenager living by himself in the very cave the clan calls home now.

They developed the ability to dream walk bc of the isolation and weed lmao.

The trickster star guide Goldstar came to her and trained her in the ways of the clans and as a leader for goldstar was a leader herself. When weed had learnt enough goldstar gave her 9 lives. Weedstar asked, ‘Why are you doing this?’ To which goldstar winked and laughed ‘I hope you’re up for the challenge, don’t mess up’

Some random cats started filtering in (check their backstories for how ;) ) and weed said aight sure time to start a society now

He is not doing good tho bc living in a cave have him 0 soical skill 🔥🐕🔥

[demon-blood-youths]

Into the Dragon's Den Pt. 1: Fire and Blood || A Medival Fantasy Drabble

This is a gift drabble I made and a friend for @the-silver-peahen-residence. This has two parts! One is full of fighting and another is going to be NSFW. This is part one!

----- Characters ----

My OC Rust Knight from my blog and Peahen's canon muse Davion The Dragon Knight from DOTA.

---- Note ----

Present of violence

Profanity

Grammatical errors.

---- Summary ---

In this medieval fantasy, a young man goes on a quest to defeat a dragon in hopes of saving his village. However...Rust Knight bites more than he can chew. Will he survive this quest?

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Within the mountain caves, the clashes of metal and claw are followed by roaring and grunting. Two combatants are fighting against each. A knight and a humanoid dragon. The knight taps his sword against his shield while the dragon growls. The armor is littered with claws but this is fine. He's okay.

Damn. This dragon is really tough. Is this what fighting a dragon is like?!

Rust Knight stared down a dragon in front of him with his hazel blue behind an armored visor. He is human size and all humanoid with the scales and the wings. Blazing amber eyes stared down at him as well. It growls before lunging at the armored youth with incredible speed. He rolls over to duck, evading it before he slams his shield against the dragon into the rocky wall. He thought it will be a oversized beast he sees in the books.

He backs off while twirling his sword. The dragon came out of the wall, hissing with smoke and fire as it is flexing his claws. Rust can't help but grin. He got to say this is the greatest fight he has ever been to.

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Rust Knight, a young man who decides to take on the task in defeating the red dragon that took down several knights that came to slay it. His village is suffering from poverty so he decides to go down there and defeat the dragon to collect the bounty to help his home. Of course, a handful of his fellow townspeople don't believe he will take on the task since he is just a village boy. But it doesn't matter. His village is on the line here.

He did a lot of training as he knew fist fighting, sword fighting, and other things when fighting monsters. He can take them on. At this point, no knights are sent here to defeat the red dragon since the monster is too strong. Good thing, the red dragon doesn't terrorize his village. The village head thought the dragon isn't interested in humans and are spared. The only thing his village has to deal with is goblins and ogres. But the huge problem that Rust's village is facing is bandits. They are becoming a problem. One time, they took over his village and uses it as its base. Bandits aren't a problem but they have a rogue wizard with them and it's hard to beat them.

Still, no knights from the shitty kingdom will help. His village is looked down upon by shitty royals. So he took on the role to protect his town against them. The bandit leader laughs and that they will leave if one of them goes up and take on the dragon and collect its head for the bounty.

And so he steps forward and does it. If it takes them to leave their village, it's fine! It's freaking fine! He didn't care if the bandits were joking or not. He's going to do it so those bastards eat their words. One night he sneaks out and makes his journey up the mountain.

He fought his way up. Wolves, imps, and a few monsters before he got into the infamous dragon cave. He sees scorhed marks and other things. The blond can't admit that he is nervous. But he has to do this. He has to do this for them.

When he came into the cave, it was silent. Only soft breezes and droplets of water are inside. The air here is cool like a light mist from a drizzle of rain. Since it's in the mountain, he wouldn't be surprised. That's where most dragons live. The blond takes a deep breath and exhales, steeling his nerves before he treads inside carefully. What he came upon is oxen skulls, orge skulls, boar, livestock, and finally human skulls. All neatly in a pile. This made him scared but he had to shake it off, reminding himself why he was here.

"Come on...you can do this," Rust tells himself as he keeps going further. The cave is starting to get warm. He sees torches being lit up in a pathway going down below. How big is this mountain?! He walks down and he lays his hand on the wall as support going down further and further deep into the cave.

He sees some light at the end. Rust hurries himself and what he sees is something amazing.

Piles of glowing minerals. No, it's gold, silver, leather, fur, and some other things that Rust can't describe. Treasure. This can feed his village for months. Rust didn't care about treasure but he knows its value. If he beats the dragon, maybe he can give the gold to the bandits so they can leave and he can save his village.

Okay...okay...okay. No need to get excited now. Focus! Rust bonks himself on his armored head to get into the zone. First things first...where's the dragon?! He sees a hole that shows the sky and clouds. Maybe the dragon comes through there.

A roar is heard that echoes throughout the cave. He sees something flying through that huge gap. It's red and the shadows make it big. What he didn't expect....is the dragon to be like. The dragon lands on top of its hoard. Its glowing amber eyes catch the sight of walking armor and a hint of blue eyes behind the helmet.

This is it, Rust. Time to do this.

"Hey! Dragon! I'm here to fight you!" He announced himself, pointing his sword at it. Is it him or is that dragon walking upright like a human?! It doesn't matter, he hears most dragons are different. He is scared but he has to do this. "Now come unless you're scared!"

The dragon got his attention and hisses before he goes into the air and roars. He breathes out flames at him. Immediately he uses his shield to protect himself from the flames. God! He never felt the heat from these flames. Gritting his teeth, he goes to evade before he got tackled by the dragon to the ground. He winces and sees the dragon up close. It had a red and black gradient color of his duo-tonal scales. He can see his orange amber eyes staring down at him making him freeze. He sees the dragon bringing down its fist but Rust rolls to the side to evade. Rust got himself back up and immediately brings his shield up as the dragon swipes its claw just in time. The dragon growls and punches the shield, making the blond skid away. He takes a breath before he charges in.

The dragon uses its tail to do a tail swipe aiming for the legs but Rust jumps and thrusts his sword at him. The dragon quickly evades and grabs him by the throat, tossing him across the cave. Good thing he wore his gorget, a piece of metal that protects his neck and throat. He bounces across the ground before hitting the ground.

The dragon roars and takes flight.

Rust quickly recovers and brings his shield up and his sword behind it. He narrows his eyes behind his visor. The dragon is flying around and then goes for a dive. Diving for him! Rust shakes but he growls, waiting for the other to close. The dragon sees this and sped towards him before it goes to breathe fire. Rust charges forward and goes to run through the flames and bashes his shield against its face. The dragon got pissed off before he goes to swipe his claws at him before Rust parries with his sword.

The dragon snorts its nostrils and embedded its claw into the shield and grabs hold of the sword blade, forcing his arms apart. Since the blond is holding them. This gives the dragon an opening to attack. The dragon opens his maw wide. Rust widens to see a light coming from its throat. Right away, Rust brings his head back and headbutts the dragon in the jaw, forcing its mouth to close. Smoke came from its nostrils immediately, letting go out of the sword and tearing his claws out from the shield.

The dragon begins to stagger giving Rust a chance to go. He goes in again and slams his shield against the dragon, dragging him up and making him crash into the wall. Smoke spreads from the fight and the knight backs up.

That was close. Too close! He thought he would be roasted if he didn't do that. Still....

He sees the dragon come out of the wall, hissing and growling. Amber glowing eyes stared him down. Rust panted. He never thought doing this is so dangerous. That was so too many close calls. He can't help but smile. Damn...this is the best fight he ever had right now.

The knight goes to twirl his sword and taps it on his shield, taunting the dragon. The dragon looks quite frankly pissed off. Rust wouldn't blame him. But he had to do this.

With a batter cry, Rust charges in as the dragon growls. The dragon thrusts its claws at the knight, going for an attack but Rust ducks however the dragon counterattacks with a swing of its tail making him stagger before the dragon punches him in the stomach. The armor took the brunt of it but the power from that shock made hs bones rattle and sent him flying. The dragon jumps into the and brings both fists down onto his back, sending him crash into the ground hard, creating a crack.

Rust coughs up a bit of blood as he grips at the floor. He turns on his back and sees the dragon roar and goes to come down, ready to finish him.

Shit, shit, shit.

He has to move.

He has to move!

MOVE!

Mustering up his strength, he got out of the way before the dragon stomps its foot onto the ground missing the knight by mere inches. Rust roars as he goes to grab the dragon's leg and throws it over. The dragon hits onto the ground with a thud and Rust is on top of him, going to stab the dragon at its chest. However, the dragon brings its claw and grabs the blade in its grasp. Blue eyes widen behind his visor. He got punched in the face and his world spun around before hitting the ground.

The sword clattered onto the ground. The dragon gets back up, rolling its shoulders back, and sees the knight slowly come to as he is getting back up. Without his sword, he is done for.

The dragon charges at him and the knight is still standing idly with his helmet pointed downwards. Looks like he got stunned by that punch. Good. Time to beat this knight into a pile of mush!

But as he got close, he felt something powerful hitting his jaw from below. What?! It's the knight doing an uppercut at his jaw directly. It felt so quick as the knight went forward, closes his fists, and raises his arm to deliver the attack. The knight roars and sends the dragon flying and the draconican hits the floor on his back.

The monster groans as he is rolling onto his chest and getting back up. Then he hears the sound of running coming towards him. At the corner of his eye, the dragon spots the knight circling around him and picks up something. The sword!

The knight yells out as he lunges forward, swinging the sword.

The dragon hisses and turns around then...in a chomp. Grabs hold of the sword. Not his claws but with his teeth.

"Huh?!" The knight utters a confused sound making the dragon chuckle internally before he starts to bite down on the steel further and further while he is pushing towards into the knight's personal space. As he got close, he shatters the blade between his strong jaws. Seeing those hazel blue eyes of his in a frightening expression makes the dragon chuckle deeply. He pushes the knight roughly before delivering a gut punch making the other go down on his knees right away. Not before ripping the upper part of the helmet so he can see this warrior's expression. What surprises him is the locks and strands of blond hair. He looks to see the boyish face of this knight. he dragon decides to flap his wings and go into the air once more, watching the other's reaction.

The knight is coughing and looks up to see the dragon. He sees his sword broken. Shit. Not good. He turns to see the dragon flying in the air once more. But something made him blink. Wait. He can see the corners of it's mouth go up as the dragon crosses his arms. Hold up. Is he....smiling?! No. IS THAT BASTARD SMIRKING!?!

Something snaps within the blond as he pops a vein.

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Heh. His sword broke. Now he wonders what this knight is going to do now. But the dragon didn't expect this response.

"The hell are you laughin, you damn dragon bastard?!" The dragon is taken aback by his outburst, "Just because you broke my sword doesn't mean jackshit!" Rust yelled before he threw his shield at it. Yes, throw a shield at him. The dragon widens his eyes, ducks avoiding the shield, and turns to see the knight is not there. Where did he go?! Then he felt a tug at his tail. What the?! He looks down to see an angry blond pulling him down. "Stop flying up there and fight me on the ground, damnit!" He yelled comedically. "I will wipe that smirk off yer face!"

What is up with this knight?! Has he lost his mind?!

Suddenly, the blond unleashes a roar and pulls the dragon down with enough strength, and sends him to the ground before jumping on him, hitting him with fists. The dragon roars and kicks him across the cave. He crashes against the wall. The blond coughs and widens to see the dragon coming at him. He spits out some blood and charges at him. Since the dragon is flying, he goes under and wraps his arms around his waist before he does a takedown. Bringing him to the ground once more this time hard.

This little punk...

The two wrestled on the ground as the blond is trying to pull the dragon into a chokehold. The red fierce beast felt that his neck is grabbed as he is being forced down as he is in some kind of chokehold the dragon is on top with his back facing the knight's chest as his arms are wrapped around his neck. The dragon growls as he can't believe this, scratching at the armored gauntlet. Never has he never experienced a knight doing this. Without the sword and other weapons, they panicked and try to retreat but this one doesn't. He wants to keep fighting. He wants to beat him.

The dragon can't help but grins. How fun.....

The wings begin to flap and grabs hold of the young man's wrist, escaping his hold. He lets out smoke making the knight cough. Then the dragon goes to leave his arms alone and tries to stand up much to the blond's surprise. "What the?!" Then the dragon jumps to the air and goes to hit Rust against the wall. He can hear his bones crack and the blond gasp. The humanoid dragon goes to slam the blond against the rocky wall over and over again so he can let go. Rust grits his teeth and curses.

"N-no way! You bastard! I won't let go!" Rust yelled.

"How adorable..."

"Huh?!" Rust widens his eyes hearing a voice. At that moment, the red dragon felt the arms loose and goes to grab the blond behind him, slamming him down on the ground hard.

"Ack!" Rust bounced from the ground and is on the side, gasping and panting. He winces. He feels a shadow over him and turns his head up to see the dragon standing above him. Rust tries to get up but the dragon grabs him by the neck and wham! A hit where black consumes his world

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The dragon sees the knight go limp after knocking him out. The red monster tilts his head at the blond, he gets a closer look at him bringing him up close to his face. He looks young. Young than most warriors he face so far. He grabs his chin and has the unconscious boy face forward at him. The dragon goes to feel his strands of soft blond bangs, he can see the bruise and goes to trail his scaly thumb across his soft lips, wiping the blood off. He goes to palm his face, feeling how soft it is.

For someone to pack a punch like that and did a lot of risky endeavors. This one didn't give up. The dragon lets out a rumble from his throat, now interested. He can't wait for the other to wake up.

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Time passes...

Rust groans as he is slowly coming to. His blurring sight can see the gold and silver of the treasure pile surrounding him. Then he felt something soft. A fur rug. He rolls over shaking his head, holding it with his hand. He shakes his head, trying to shake off the motion as his eyes became clear. He is still alive?

Wait!

Where did the dragon go?!

"Not bad...little knight."

Huh?! Who said that?

He turns to see the red humanoid dragon in front of him with its hands on his hips. Rust became startled and backed up against the wall. Shit, shit. How long has he been knocked out?! "Nobody ever fought me like that. You keep on fighting till the end..."

Wait...did he just speak?! The dragon talks?!

"What's your name?"

Name? What the hell?! Rust is in shock hearing this. "I-I-I...uh.."

"Ah....you must be in shock. Hold on." The scales became skin, horns slowly shifted and shrunk revealing dark brown hair and glowing amber eyes became brown. "There...much better." The tall man said it in his naked muscle-bound glory. Rust's jaw drops.

"How?! What? Uh...what..are you?! Y-you transformed!" Rust points as he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Of course. I have to talk to you in way that's comfortable for you. Sometimes...I have to come down this mountain at some point whenever I feel like doing something." He sighed.

Is this guy for real?! Is he human or a dragon?

"Are you human or dragon?" Rust speaks, trying to process this.

"Hmmm...both."

Both?!

"You may refer to me as a half-dragon, little knight. But call me Davion." He smiles.

Davion? That's his name?

"Oh ok.." Accepting that but then..."Huh?! ..wait...NO...I'm not little!" Rust said angrily as he got back on his feet despite being knocked out. He staggers a bit but he shakes his head to snap out of it. He raises his fists in the air making Davion raise a brow before smirking. "You still wish to fight? After being knocked out and roughed up so much? You have a lot of bruises and you must of fracture your bones."

"S-shut up!" Rust's face flushes red, "Stop messing with me! Turn back into a dragon right now! I have a fight to win!" He waves pointing at him comedically. "I got somewhere to be!"

"Win?" Davion can't help but snort at this. "Little knight. You lost your sword and shield. And...you lost your helmet and that makeshift armor of yours isn't going to hold up for much long, and you think you're going to win in a fist-fight? Against me?"

"Sure hell I am! I punched you in the chin! You must of felt that!" Rust points out.

"True, true..." Davion nods, rubbing his chin. "You did pack a punch, I admit. Nobody ever done that so I can commend you for that." Not only that, he wrestled him as well. That chokehold he did is smart.

"G-good! Because..." It's about time someone recognized his strength. Rust never felt so proud right now. "So now you know!" He continues, "That I have a chance of beating you!" Rust exclaimed, now getting confident. That proclamation made Davion laugh out loud with his head back startling the blond before he glances at him. "Is that right? Then I decided, you're going to become part of my hoard." Davion said.

"??!" The blond looks dumbfounded by the dragon at what he said. "Wait... hoard??" He became nervous when he sees the wings of the dragon spread out, shadowing him. He goes to approach the knight. The blond backed himself into a wall once more.

His wrist is grabbed and the dragon had his hand transformed into a scaly claw making Rust's eyes widen. What's next is that Davion rips the chest plate apart. Rust is surprised at this before pulling back but Davion holds his wrist tightly and proceeds to take the armor plates out, revealing his bare chest.

"W-what are you doing?! Hey! Wait! STOP!"

The dragon didn't listen as he begins to tear apart his armor. He pulls him close, his chest against his.

"Like I said, you're going to become part of my hoard, little treasure." He looks down at his amber eyes into the blond's hazel blue eyes making the young man nervous of what's about to come.

To be continued...

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parquet

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