#never drawn a scaly

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An art trade with Pikicharms on gaia

they wanted their fey dragonborn drawn and look how pretty she is!

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

Concept sketches and close-ups for my Horror mutant Geoff AU!

[mootoyou]

Now you've done it 🎲1️⃣😱

(Wanted to practice lighting and more dramatic looking scenes, really happy with it!)

[pearlywritings]

Neuvillette nsfw alphabet

tw: female immortal reader (implied dragon), unprotected sex, marking, a/b/o elements (heats/ruts/bonding mark), breeding

word count: 4.2k+ words

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Neuvillette knows that as his equal you can take what he gives you in the heat of the moment, yet he never fails to check on your well-being after the lovemaking. His scaly knuckles would run down your cheek and brush the stuck locks to the side, mesmerizingly violet eyes reading into your expression, making sure you are still with him. Then he’d asses if there is some evident ‘damage’ (which in reality are particularly hard bites and accident scratches - something you give him too in an animalistic urge to mark, yet he doesn’t bat an eye, instead worrying for you), and if needed, go fetch some ointment to treat it. He’d have two glasses with water ready for you both to savor, because hydration is important, and, as he is usually the first one to finish his, get to clean you up or go to run a bath.

With this man as your husband you don’t have to lift a finger - he appreciates you so lovingly and devotedly. However, he won’t stop you, if it’s your wish to take care of him. He’d especially be grateful for the help with drying, brushing and braiding his hair for sleep, since it takes too much time because of the length. Will melt if you pepper his face with kisses, happily squinting and holding you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is naturally drawn to your neck. That’s where the most important manifestation of your bond is blooming, bitten into your skin; that’s his safe place when you come to visit him and he gets you to sit on his lap with face buried in the crook between the neck and the shoulder, inhaling your scent; that’s also his favorite place to leave kisses on, quite chaste press of his lips, but still very intimate. And oh how much he adores decorating it both by jewelry and his marks - the sight of you wearing either proudly makes him purr in delight.

On himself… If he has to choose, he’d say it’s his neck too, for similar reasons. But also maybe his legs, because you often compliment the elegance of their length and slimness, yet never deny the strength of them, especially when they are the sole support of both of your bodies in the heat of the moment.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As you are mates of many centuries, he always goes raw and prefers coming inside (if you do not desire to have children, he is alright with that, taking special safe medication together with you). Neuvillette is always fascinated with the way his cum escapes your pussy in watery trickles, marking your thighs, making them glisten. It’s also enjoyable to fuck it back into you. His usually stoic and calm face flushes red if you accept his cum in your mouth after sucking him off and let it trickle a little from the corner of your mouth, only to swipe it with your tongue seductively.

During mating seasons cums abundantly - after all, those times’ purpose is to breed. He can give you multiple loads before even exiting your overflown heat to switch position or take a break.

When it comes to you - he is exceptionally keen on making your squirt. After the first time it happened, Neuvillette was never the same man. If he has to, he’d beg you to drench his mouth, or hand, or pelvis, and work extra hard to achieve it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After spending a small eternity with each other, it’s hard for Neuvillette to think of something occupying his mind without being ever voiced. Throughout your lives you’ve tried so much together, even had your periods of experimenting with something marked ‘extreme’ for your human bodies. Unless…

There are rare times when your husband has fantasies of what it would’ve been like if he had not been born into the human body. If he had a proper dragon transformation, like you initially had. In his mind the image of your big scaly bodies is beautiful, complimenting each other’s colors perfectly, blurring together in the moments of passion. It’s primal, it awakens in him something long-forgotten, the echoes of his past life.

He never really tells you about these thoughts, because he doesn’t want to seem unsatisfied and ungrateful for what you have - believe me, he is more than pleased. But you do sense something occasionally during his ruts in the ways he growls deeper, pushes his body onto yours more, pinning you without any opportunity to escape, rutting his hips more animalistically than humanly… You’d lie if you said you didn’t like it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Neuvillette was aware of dragon customs and knew what mating was. However for the longest time it was unavailable to him and he resigned to the idea of never experiencing it since he now had a human body. Such a difference from ‘proper’ dragons only added to his loneliness, not to mention, he never really tried to seek a lover and once he became the Iudex of Fontaine it was put on the back burner.

You were the one who changed that. Only after meeting you his ruts were set into action, only after realizing you were his mate it occurred to the Hydro dragon that he was normal and could be happy according to his nature. With you he grew and gained his experience, exploring his and your bodies, likes, dislikes and limits.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As long as he can get his mouth onto your neck - Neuvillette is happy with any position. However, it’s hard to deny that his cock twitches, getting harder, and eyes turn wild when you get in a submissive position on your hands and knees, arching your back for him. It vividly reminds him of the usual beginnings of your heats. In the process he loves tugging your body flush to his chest, arms wrapping around your middle to reach for your breast or clit, or to gently grab your chin to turn your head back for a kiss.

When it comes to oral, the Iudex loves it when you are sitting on a chair or the edge of the bed, with him on his knees on the floor. As the man is almost constantly in his work mode, it’s important for him to have a reminder that he too can be in a position that lacks dominance. Please, bury your fingers in his hair and press his face more into your pussy, tug on it when it’s too much - no guarantee he will stop though, after all, he wants you to cum on his tongue to the point of absolute bliss.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is quite serious, since for him sex - or in your case it’s more of a love-making - is very important, because it’s one of the ways to validate your union. It doesn’t mean, however, that he is going to have that usual stoic and unreadable look on his face while he is balls deep into you, no. Sure, there is a certain level of concentration etched into his features, but overall he blushes, he squints in delight, he gets sloppy when he is close and your walls keep squeezing him like a vice, and his praises might get frantic and incomprehensible when he is the one overstimulated.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Oh he is so lucky - due to his genetics the man lacks body hair at all. His skin is smooth with occasional areas covered in pretty blue scales and it’s hard to resist the desire to run your palms all over his body. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Your partner is very romantic even when he isn’t trying. He never forgets to sing you praises and kiss your skin in whatever place he can currently reach. Before the very moment of intimacy it’s not uncommon for you two to share a romantic dinner or a walk around the city or outside of it - your husband loves taking you on those, trying his best to clear every evening from extra work to spend with you. 

When it comes to mating seasons, he is attentive and meticulous in helping you with establishing your nest - the sacred place where you’ll spend quite a few days wildly fucking. In the very beginning you were in charge of building the nest before your heat and he was responsible for it before his rut, presenting it to the respective partner for approval, but so many years later, you always do it together, relishing in the intimate moment.

Don’t get me started on taking baths together. Having you close to his chest, surrounded by his element, probably brings the closest to ‘sappy’ out of him, making him putty in your hands.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You see, his sex drive is not that high. Having sex once a week is more than enough for him and just spending time with you in whatever scenario perfectly quenches his thirst for intimacy.

However he is still a man with a gorgeous woman as his wife, so obviously there are times when his need for you is clawing at his insides, but for some reason you cannot help him. If he can, he tries to surround himself with your scent, and only then does his hand wrap around the aching length, imitating your caresses. Sure, the action lacks the usual level of intimacy, but it’ll make the yearning bearable until he can have you properly.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking. This one is obvious, taking into consideration his animalistic side. More often than not it’s leaving hickies, but he is particularly keen on biting - both giving and receiving. There is nothing that can make him shudder more than your fangs sinking into the side of his neck as your bodies are tightly intertwined, or into his thigh, as you hold one of his legs under the knee, to make the spread wider, or nibbling on the pointy tip of his ear if you are feeling playful. And vice versa, when you writhe under his body, loudly moaning from every thrust of his hips, and he warms your neck with his breath before biting, or playfully clenching his teeth around your buttock when you don’t stop teasing him with the shaking of your hips, or leaving two tiny marks from his fangs on the inside of your wrist.

Cockwarming. Literally best thing ever. When Neuvillette works from home, he adores you coming to him in the middle of day for some quality time together with his dick buried between your gummy walls. He takes a small break so you could get him all hard and dripping with your hand, while his fingers scissor your pussy, and then has no difficulty with maintaining his concentration as one of his arms is wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest, settling his shaft even deeper into you. Most enjoyable for him however is to cuddle in bed as your bodies are connected and falling asleep and waking up while nestled in your heat.

Skinny dipping + petting. That is not something you two practice often, but on a rare night, in a secluded area, when and where no one can disturb you, Neuvillette abandons his prime and proper visage of a Chief Justice, just like his clothes, and joins you in the water in all his naked glory. Partly it allows him to enjoy swimming in your company, feeling the cool water with every cell and scale of his body, but then transforming into your body tightly pressed against his, languidly and slowly kissing, all tongues and a little bit of teeth, while his palms run up and down your body, squeezing at your breasts, toying with the nipples, grabbing your hips or ass when you move a bit away from him. Your nails are digging into his shoulders and gently rake down the back, making him shiver, hands palming his pecs and fingertips tracing down his slightly outlined abs, occasionally surprising him with the grip on his thigh to move his leg over your hip. On such nights your love-making back home turns deliciously desperate.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed in the bedroom of your home - pretty classic. It’s his safe place, it’s where he starts and finishes his day with you (unless he is staying overnight to deal with the paperwork). It’s where the mix of your scents is more potent and it’s probably the sturdiest piece of furniture in your house - measures had to be taken after the third accidentally broken one…

In the water is another preference of his - no matter if it’s a big bath in your house or a huge lake somewhere outside the city. As the Hydro dragon, he has a very convenient feature - his cock produces enough precum and slick even in the water, so you don’t have to worry about not being lubricated enough on your own.

An interesting fact: the two of you found a cave in one of the mountains, in which you can get only from the underwater and after some redecoration made it your alternative place for sex, for times when staying in the Court of Fontaine feel suffocating.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Neuvillette is a stoic man, but if you need him carnally all you have to do is ask. He’ll be happy to oblige after some discussion of how your evening should proceed.

If you want to get him all hot and bothered without being too forward - caress his horns. But please, be very delicate - as they are not a solid bone structure, they are quite sensitive to the touch. It’ll help to relax your lover. When you might want to attack his pointy ears, gently nibbling and whispering your horny thoughts, but vaguely, to leave him guessing your intentions. The combination will leave him pretty hot under the collar, with the pants being a little bit tighter than a couple of minutes ago.

Wear something he picked specifically for you - the new lingerie with some beautiful jewelry he gifted you is the true delight to the dragon’s eyes.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will not share you with anyone - that’s where his natural possessiveness shows its ugly head. But in return he would never even fathom the idea of asking you to share him with someone.

Public sex (doesn't apply to secluded areas in the waters) - first of all, he cares for both of your images; secondly, his attires are so awfully complicated and he insists on wearing them daily and his hair is so long, that it’s nearly impossible for him to get himself look presentable quickly after the two of you fucked.

Roleplay related to his job. It’s weird to him and he doesn’t want to start seeing the court process as a field of sexual opportunities.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Neuvillette loves giving. Your smell is intoxicating, your taste is addicting, the way your walls convulse around his tongue and thighs clamp around his head - all these things make him want to stay mouth buried into your pussy forever. He doesn’t have a preference - whether it’s him delving from above or having you sit on his face; what matters is if he can make you squirt on the first try today or on the second. Loves how your engorged sensitive clit pulses on his tongue.

Being on the receiving end makes the man more responsive later during the actual fucking. His beautiful eyes grow watery when your warm throat envelopes his length, the cockhead bullied between its tight grasp and your skillful tongue when you draw back. Cheeks grow warmer when you start leaving wet kisses all over his dick, murmuring how pretty it is. Will let out a needy whine if you grab his thighs and throw his long legs over your shoulders - after this show of strength there is a great chance that he is going to be submissive tonight.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Your husband prefers it slow and sensual. Sex usually happens in the moments when none of you have to rush somewhere, so why would you rush in bed? When you have so much time to feel every single vein on his cock with your slippery walls as he languidly thrusts into your heat, when he can kiss and lick and nip on every inch of your neck, when you have an opportunity to cradle him in your arms close to your body, moving your hips together with his, when it’s so easy to roll over and be the one on top, slowly riding the man underneath you, intertwining your fingers with his.

First couple of days of your heat/his rut are, however, a completely different story. It literally starts with tearing clothes from each other bodies, to finally let your scorching skin meet his. The pace is fast and wild, orgasms are being chased with desperate need for more, more, more, to the shake of your legs, to the labored breathing by your ear, to the blooming marks all over your bodies.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Neuvillette prefers not to indulge in them, after all, a proper sex is much better, but sometimes your two have them. Mainly it’s when he has to get ready for work, but you beg him to squeeze the morning sex in those few free minutes he has in his routine, or when your heat hits unexpectedly, leaving you both unprepared, with a huge amount of work he has to attend to urgently, so he mates with you once or twice in the nest to scent it and give you at least something for while you are waiting for his return.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Neuvillette sticks to the routine. Being together for so long has its perks in figuring out your and his preferences and ways to spice your sex life on occasion. Of course, sometimes it can get boring, he understands that. He is not usually the one to bring up something new to try, but will not be opposed if you suggest. Just give him some time to do his research on the matter. Won’t be discouraged if on the first try it didn’t work due to his and your lack of experience in it - your man is patient and will offer to try again, maybe, with a different approach.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

While possessing the body of a human, his stamina is still better - can easily go up to the three quite long rounds and, if you desire more, after a break can go again. 

Obviously during the mating season his stamina gets much crazier, though rounds become shorter but grow in number, because the main purpose is to breed as many times as possible. Yet he still doesn’t forget to take breaks, keep you both hydrated and fed. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I am not sure if this man can be called old-fashioned, but he doesn’t exactly see appeal in them. Sure, they can keep you satisfied when you are needy, but isn’t it better to get that satisfaction from your partner? Might try a couple with you, but won’t choose any for himself to keep using in the future. At the same time will not forbid you from getting some for yourself, but, please, be so kind, do not mention to him the times you indulged in them, unless you want your husband to get jealous and show you that he is obviously better at bringing you pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t like teasing you. It brings him so much joy to give you everything he can, not asking for anything in return, yet gratefully accepting when you reciprocate. When you are the one teasing, however, he can’t help but indulge, be it walking around your shared house in nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, or letting his cock slip from your tight hole right when he is on the verge of cumming.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Neuvillette isn’t really loud. He is sighing against your lips, panting into the crook of your neck, groaning into your soaked pussy, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, quietly moaning. But oh boy, the louder sounds he makes sometimes  are always so arousing - gasping in the air loudly, whining with his head thrown back, growling with his fangs on display.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The room is dimly lit by a few stray candles here and there, but far enough from the bed not to be accidentally knocked over. The bed itself is the perfectly planned mess of sheets, pillows and some of the clothes, among which two naked bodies are curled one around the other. The layer of sweat shines in what little light reaches the sacred place, red and purple marks blooming akin to the spring flowers, littering the skin of your lover and yours.

Neuvillette is nose buried into your nape, chest flush to your back, with one arm squeezed under your side and wrapped around the waist; the other is holding your leg under the knee, angling it enough to let him rut into your pussy from behind. What was supposed to be a small break, half-turned into another round, but it’s no surprise: after all, it’s just the second day of your husband’s rut. The man is heavily panting, hot breath tickling you and making you squirm in his hold, and then being drawn to him even tighter with a deep growl rising from his chest. Hormone-fueled and needy, Neuvillette is put in a daze with only one thought overtaking his mind - breed, breed, breed...

He snaps out of it a little, however, when you thread your fingers between his resting onto your side and reach your free hand behind, to bury into the wild mess that became of his morning braid, mindful of his horns.

“Beloved,” you croon, clamping around his dick and forcing a soft whine out of him, “kiss me, please.”

And he obliges, leaning forward, running his nose over your jawline, waiting for you to turn your head, so he can claim your puffy lips. When you do just that, he kisses you hungrily, immediately pushing his tongue into your mouth and against yours. 

His hips never seize their movement, maybe slowing just a tad. Sharpened nails dig into the plush of your thigh, sure to leave five pretty crescent moons on your skin, but you are keen on every single touch he has to offer, softly moaning into his mouth. When lips disconnect, Neuvillette chases after you, but your head falls back onto one of the pillows, neck aching from an awkward angle. He understands, focusing instead on littering your shoulder with the new portion of small marks, a content rumble in his chest vibrating against your back.

”My mate,” he groans huskily, breaking the lock of your hands and reaching his down, index and middle fingers pressing against your clit, making you jolt and moan blissfully with the first forceful rub, “I want you to cum for me, I need you to cum for me, dear…”

“Mmm, you want me to get your cock wet?” You can’t help but tease him, squeezing his length on purpose, just to hear him whine. “Want me to tighten real nice for you to cum too?” You feel him nod against your nape, whispering a rushed string of yesyesyesyes.

And who are you to deny your sweet loving husband?

As much as your practically glued to each other position allows, you try to move your own hips to rub yourself both onto the pads of his fingers and meet the thrusts of his cock. Neuvillette increases his pace too, delivering each thrust with precision, rubbing tight circles on your nub and nibbling on your bonding mark - all to make you go crazy with desire in seconds and make that knot in your belly snap. And when you are almost there he bites onto your neck harder, pushing himself to the hilt and with a satisfied purr listen to your wanton moans and cries as you are cumming undone from his skillful ministrations.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

While not very thick, Neuvillette is long. Around 7.2 inches with a couple of pretty blue veins running along the pale length. Curves upwards and slightly to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As mentioned above, not really high. His love and yearning for you are more based on affection, than desire. So, if cockwarming in bed late in the evening with you closely cuddled to him with a happy and serene look on your face is the only sexual act he is going to have for a week - so be it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Quite quickly. His every day is quite exhausting, even if he never complains, so when the stress is milked out of him with his cum, the man turns into a lazy, but very content lizard. Surrounded by the warmth of your embrace, among the sheets and pillows that smell of your combined scents, with your fingers gently combing through his hair or drawing incomprehensible figures on his back, the heavy lids of your husband fall closed and breathing grows even. Not a minute later he is happily sleeping.

[novaursa]

Web of Gold (the final choice)

- Summary: Alicent could only watch as you handle her son like a lioness who plays with her food.

- Paring: lannister!reader/Aegon II Targaryen

- Note: This is the final part of this story. Just embrace the chaos.

Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: rook's rest

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround @purple-1995 @thisbiann @whiteoakoak @deemee33

The courtyard of the Red Keep was quiet, save for the distant hum of activity near the training yard. You had just finished spending time with Aegon in his chambers—an exhausting visit, but one you knew was necessary. His strength was slowly returning, but the scars of Rook’s Rest, both physical and emotional, still lingered on him like a second skin.

You’d barely stepped into the fresh air when you noticed Aemond standing near a large clearing, his tall figure silhouetted against the setting sun. And looming beside him, unmistakable in her sheer size and ancient majesty, was Vhagar.

Your heart sank.

Aemond’s stance was stiff, his single eye fixed on you with that familiar intensity. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, not as a threat, but as if he needed something to anchor himself. As you approached, the massive dragon let out a low rumble, her great, scaly head turning ever so slightly to regard you, like a cat considering whether or not to bother with a mouse.

“Aemond,” you began cautiously, “what are you doing?”

He stepped forward, his usual calm demeanor masking whatever storm was brewing inside him. “We’re leaving,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You and I. Together.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “Leaving? To where?”

“Harrenhal,” Aemond replied without missing a beat, his gaze never leaving yours. “I’ve taken control of the keep. It’s secure, far from the prying eyes of court. Far from… distractions.” The word hung in the air, thick with meaning. You didn’t have to guess what—or rather, who—those distractions were.

You crossed your arms, staring at him as though he’d just suggested flying to the moon. “You want me to leave Aegon and our children and just… run off with you to Harrenhal?”

Aemond’s expression hardened. “Aegon is a shadow of the man he once was,” he said coldly, though there was a flicker of something softer behind his words. “He can’t offer you anything anymore. But I can. I’ve done everything for you, Y/N—everything. We can be free of this place, free of him.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “You think I can just abandon my family? Aegon might be… changed, but he’s still my husband. And our children—what of them?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened, clearly frustrated that you weren’t seeing things his way. “They’ll be safe here. You and I, we belong together. You know that.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your temper in check. It wasn’t that Aemond’s offer wasn’t tempting on some level—there was a part of you that did feel drawn to him, that had felt the pull of something more between you. But this? This was madness.

“Aemond,” you said firmly, taking a step toward him, “I’m not leaving Aegon. And I’m certainly not leaving our children. You need to understand that.”

He frowned, his eye narrowing as he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Why? What can Aegon give you now? I’m offering you everything. We can start over, away from this cursed place. You don’t have to play the dutiful wife anymore.”

You exhaled slowly, trying to resist the urge to snap at him. “Aemond, I am Aegon’s wife. And those children you want me to leave behind? They’re mine. I’m not just going to run off into the sunset with you and pretend none of this exists.”

Aemond’s frustration was palpable now, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m offering you freedom. A life that isn’t weighed down by him.”

You glanced at Vhagar, who was watching the entire exchange with an almost bored expression, her massive eyes blinking slowly, as if she were above all this petty human drama. You turned back to Aemond, crossing your arms and giving him a sharp look.

“Aemond,” you said with a sigh, “I’m not getting on that dragon.”

He stared at you, incredulous. “You refuse?”

“I refuse,” you repeated firmly, your voice steady. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to—like making sure my children are taken care of.”

Aemond’s eye blazed with a mix of anger and desperation, but before he could say anything more, you turned toward Vhagar, who was still looming in the background, waiting for her rider’s command.

You waved a hand at the ancient dragon, much like one would shoo away a stray cat lounging on a cushion it had no business being on. “Shoo, Vhagar. Go on, off you go. Go take a nap or something.”

Vhagar let out a deep, rumbling huff, her massive head tilting slightly as she regarded you with something that almost resembled amusement. After a moment, the dragon shifted, her wings rustling as she slowly lumbered back a few paces, clearly in no hurry to follow your orders—but still, she moved.

Aemond stared at you, utterly speechless, as you casually waved off the largest, most powerful dragon in Westeros like it was a lazy cat that had overstayed its welcome.

“You can’t be serious,” he muttered, his voice tight with disbelief.

You turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “Aemond, I love you, but I’m not abandoning my life. You’ll have to figure out another way to deal with your issues that doesn’t involve kidnapping me and flying off to Harrenhal.”

Aemond’s face remained unreadable for a moment, his eye searching yours for something—some sign that you might change your mind. But you didn’t budge.

Finally, he let out a long, exasperated sigh. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “But this isn’t over.”

You nodded, watching as he turned back to Vhagar, who seemed almost reluctant to leave the scene of such entertainment. Aemond mounted the great dragon, his jaw tight, but there was a flicker of something resigned in his gaze as he glanced back at you one last time.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said quietly, before Vhagar took to the skies, her massive wings beating against the wind as she soared away from the Red Keep.

You stood there for a moment, watching him go, a mixture of relief and sadness settling over you. The temptation Aemond offered had been real, but so was your life here. You had made your choice.

With a sigh, you turned back toward the Keep, your mind already shifting to thoughts of Aegon and your children. The drama with Aemond would have to wait for another day.

The throne room of the Red Keep was a tense place, filled with an eerie quiet as the skies outside darkened. The heavy doors to the chamber had been bolted shut, as though they alone could keep the inevitable at bay. Aegon, though burned and scarred, sat upon the Iron Throne, his face pale but determined. The ordeal of simply climbing the steps to the throne had been an exhausting one, and though he was seated now, he leaned heavily against the jagged iron, every breath a visible effort.

You stood at his side, watching him with a mixture of concern and admiration. He was stubborn, that much was clear—too proud to abandon his throne even now, when defeat seemed to hang in the air like a storm waiting to break. Behind you, your children stood close, their young faces filled with confusion and fear. The Red Keep had always been a fortress, a place of safety, but now it felt like a trap.

Alicent stood just a few paces away, her face drawn tight with determination, though you could see the flicker of fear in her eyes. She hovered near Helaena, who sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she murmured something to herself, her eyes unfocused as they often were when things became too overwhelming.

The sound of Syrax and Caraxes had been heard earlier, their roars echoing through the city like the gods themselves had descended upon King's Landing. The sky had been filled with the telltale shadow of dragons, and now, the doors to the throne room felt more like a countdown than a barrier.

Alicent, her voice sharp and unyielding, broke the silence. “We cannot give up hope,” she insisted, though her tone wavered slightly. She looked at Aegon, then to you, as if trying to will you both to share her belief. “Aemond will return from Harrenhal. He will. We sent the raven just as the dragons were spotted on the horizon.”

You glanced at Aegon, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, there was an unspoken conversation between you—one built on shared glances over the years, one that said more than words ever could. The truth was as plain as day: Aemond was not coming in time. No raven, no dragon, no battle-hardened brother was going to sweep in and save the day.

Aegon’s lips curled slightly, his scarred face twisting into something between a grimace and a smile. He leaned toward you, his voice low. “She still believes, even now.”

You shook your head, trying to suppress the wry smile threatening to form. “Aegon,” you said quietly, “this has gone on long enough.”

Alicent’s head snapped toward you, her expression tight with disbelief. “What do you mean? This is our duty. We must hold this city. We cannot simply—”

“Alicent,” you interrupted softly but firmly, your gaze meeting hers. “It’s over. We’ve fought this fight for far too long, and look where it’s brought us.” You gestured to Aegon, sitting on the Iron Throne, barely able to keep himself upright, a shadow of the man he once was. “The children—our children—deserve better than this endless war.”

Alicent stared at you, her eyes wide with something like betrayal, but beneath that, you could see the cracks in her resolve. The truth had been gnawing at all of them, and now it was finally forcing its way to the surface.

Before she could respond, the heavy doors of the throne room creaked open. The sound echoed through the hall, sending a chill down your spine as you turned to face what was coming. The chamber seemed to hold its breath as a group of armored men entered, their steps measured and purposeful. And at the head of them, with her head held high and her eyes blazing with determination, was Rhaenyra Targaryen.

She looked every bit the queen she had always been meant to be, her black and red gown billowing behind her like the wings of a dragon. Beside her strode Daemon, his usual swagger ever-present, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of Dark Sister. Behind them, their men filled the room, a silent but unmistakable display of power.

For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. The air was thick with tension, the kind that comes right before a storm breaks.

Aegon’s hand gripped the arm of the throne tightly, the sound of his breath ragged as he leaned forward slightly. “Well,” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely more than a rasp, “here we go.”

You stood by his side, your hand resting gently on his, as you both braced for whatever came next.

The silence hung like a blade in the air as Rhaenyra’s eyes locked onto yours next. For a moment, everything seemed frozen, save for the flickering torches.

You took a deep breath, your hand slipping from Aegon’s as you stepped forward, toward Rhaenyra. Her guards bristled, their hands twitching toward their swords, but Rhaenyra held up a hand, stopping them in their tracks. Daemon, however, remained still, his sharp gaze never leaving you, though his lips curled into an amused smirk, as if the whole scene was nothing more than a game to him.

“Y/N,” Alicent’s voice rang out sharply from behind you, filled with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “What are you doing? Come back. You can’t—”

But you didn’t stop. You met Rhaenyra’s gaze head-on, your heart pounding in your chest, but your voice steady. “I’m trying to end this madness, Alicent,” you said softly, but loud enough for the room to hear. “For all of us.”

Rhaenyra’s eyes flicked to Alicent for a moment, then back to you, her brow arching slightly, though she didn’t move. Behind her, Daemon’s smirk grew wider, though he still didn’t relax, his hand resting lazily on the hilt of his sword as if expecting things to turn violent at any moment.

“Brave,” Daemon drawled, his voice filled with amusement. “Approaching a dragon in its den.”

You shot him a sidelong glance, a wry smile tugging at your lips. “I’ve been living with one for years now, Daemon. You’re hardly the first dragon I’ve faced.”

Rhaenyra’s lips twitched, as if she were suppressing a smile herself, but she stayed silent, waiting to see what you would say next.

You took a deep breath and stopped a few paces from her, your voice calm but firm. “This has gone on long enough, Rhaenyra. The war, the bloodshed, the endless fighting. There’s been enough loss. I’ve come to offer you a deal.”

Rhaenyra’s brow furrowed, though her expression remained measured. “A deal?” she asked, her voice cool but curious. “And what, exactly, are you offering?”

You straightened, feeling the weight of the room’s eyes on you—Aegon, Alicent, Helaena, Rhaenyra, and even Daemon, all waiting for your next move.

“I want to take Aegon, our children, and my family back to Casterly Rock,” you said evenly. “Let us go, and we’ll never trouble you again. Aegon will renounce his claim to the throne. We’ll stay out of the way, and you can rule in peace.”

A ripple of surprise passed through the room, though no one spoke. Rhaenyra’s eyes narrowed slightly, as though she were weighing the offer in her mind.

“And what guarantee do I have that your husband,” she gestured toward Aegon with a slight tilt of her head, “won’t attempt some foolish rebellion once he’s licked his wounds?”

You smiled, glancing back at Aegon, who was doing his best to sit up straight, though it was clear the effort was taking its toll. “I think,” you said wryly, “that Aegon has had enough of wars for a lifetime. Isn’t that right, love?”

Aegon managed a weak, sardonic grin from the Iron Throne. “Aye,” he rasped, his voice hoarse but laced with bitter humor. “I think I’ve had my fill of conquest. The Iron Throne’s overrated anyway—too damned uncomfortable.”

Rhaenyra’s lips twitched again, though her gaze remained steady. Behind her, Daemon chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the exchange.

“Aegon swears,” you continued, your tone firm, “on the lives of his children, that he will never challenge you again. We’ll live quietly in the West, away from court, away from politics. Let us go, and you’ll have one less enemy to deal with.”

For a long moment, Rhaenyra said nothing. The room held its collective breath as she studied you, her eyes flicking to Aegon, then back to you. Finally, she spoke, her voice softer than before.

“You would leave the capital? Leave the realm behind?”

You nodded. “We would. For our children’s sake, if nothing else.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze softened, just a fraction, and for the first time since she had entered the room, you saw something almost like understanding in her eyes. She, too, was a mother. She knew the weight of protecting her children.

But before she could respond, Alicent’s voice cut through the tension once more, her tone sharp and desperate. “You can’t—we can’t give up the throne so easily! Aegon is the rightful king. You have a duty—”

You turned to Alicent, your voice firm but gentle. “Alicent, it’s over. The Iron Throne has brought nothing but pain to this family. It’s time to let go.”

Alicent looked at you, her eyes wide, her lips trembling as if she wanted to argue further, but the words wouldn’t come. She knew, deep down, that you were right. The fight was over, and all that was left was survival.

Rhaenyra shifted, her voice calm but firm. “Very well,” she said at last, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “You may leave. Take Aegon, take your children, and go to Casterly Rock. But know this—if any whisper of rebellion reaches my ears, if Aegon so much as thinks of challenging me again, I will burn Casterly Rock to the ground.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “Agreed.”

Daemon, still leaning lazily against his sword, raised an eyebrow. “A generous offer, Rhaenyra,” he murmured, though there was still that unmistakable glint of amusement in his eyes. “Though I wouldn’t mind a little rebellion. Keeps things interesting.”

Rhaenyra shot him a warning look, but there was a faint smile playing at her lips. “That won’t be necessary, Daemon.”

You exhaled, the weight of the moment crashing down on you as you realized that you had done it. You had secured safety for your family—for now, at least.

Rhaenyra turned toward the throne, her eyes flicking to Aegon once more, her voice quiet but resolute. “The Iron Throne is mine.”

Aegon, still slumped in the chair, managed a dry laugh. “It always was, Rhaenyra. Enjoy it. I’m off to more comfortable seats.”

With that, Rhaenyra signaled to her men, and the room began to empty, the weight of the war falling away as the path to peace finally opened.

And as you stood there, beside Aegon, with your family behind you, you couldn’t help but feel a small, bittersweet sense of relief. The fight was over. At least, for now.

Casterly Rock had never been this lively. The towering, ancient fortress perched above the waves of the Sunset Sea now echoed with laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets. Since your family’s relocation from King’s Landing, Aegon had been enjoying himself far more than anyone expected. It was as though the Iron Throne and its sharp, uncomfortable spikes had sucked the joy out of him, and now, finally free, he was having the time of his life.

You stood on a wide balcony overlooking the sprawling, sun-drenched landscape, watching Aegon as he lounged on a luxurious settee, a goblet of wine in hand, looking far more comfortable than you’d ever seen him. The children played nearby, their laughter filling the air. Every so often, Aegon would turn to them with a lazy grin and shout something like, “Go on, you little lions! Show them how a real dragon roars!” before collapsing into a fit of chuckles.

Aegon had taken to life at Casterly Rock like a duck to water. His once pale, sickly complexion was now kissed by the sun, and his spirits were high. He reveled in the wealth, the ease, the freedom from responsibility. As for you, the newfound peace and tranquility of Casterly Rock were a blessing—no more politics, no more war. Just wine, family, and the occasional feast that Aegon insisted on hosting for any Lannister cousins who would visit.

The only downside? Alicent.

Despite all the opulence, all the relaxation, Alicent Hightower stood by the balcony, arms crossed, her face set in a permanent frown, as though every bit of merriment was a personal affront. She had insisted on coming to Casterly Rock with you, despite your gentle suggestion that she might want to stay in King’s Landing. Since arriving, she had maintained her usual demeanor—watchful, tense, and, most of all, annoyed by the sheer joy Aegon was taking in his new life.

You couldn’t help but watch her with a mixture of amusement and concern. For days now, she had been pacing, her disapproval palpable. Finally, you could no longer resist, and with a light laugh, you approached her.

“Lady Alicent,” you began sweetly, though there was a teasing edge to your voice, “you’ve been frowning since we arrived. We’re in one of the most beautiful places in Westeros, Aegon is practically glowing with health, and yet…” You gestured to her stiff posture and furrowed brow. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

Alicent turned to you, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I simply don’t see how you can all be so… carefree,” she muttered, her gaze drifting back toward Aegon, who had now joined the children in some impromptu game that involved a great deal of roaring and chasing. “The world is still full of dangers.”

You sighed, leaning against the stone balcony rail. “Alicent, we’ve left King’s Landing, we’ve left the politics behind. You can relax. You’re not responsible for every move made in the realm anymore. Why not just… go back to Oldtown? Spend time with your family there. You don’t have to stay here with us if it makes you uncomfortable.”

To your surprise, Alicent’s expression changed—not into the indignant scowl you expected, but into something far more vulnerable. Her brows knitted together, and she looked away from you, her voice quieter than you had ever heard it.

“I can’t,” she said softly.

You blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean you can’t?”

Alicent let out a breath, her hands gripping the edge of the balcony as though she needed something to hold onto. “I’ve spent my whole life in the capital. I’ve always had responsibilities—whether it was to my father, to my children, or to the realm. But now…” She hesitated, the words seeming to stick in her throat. “Now that the war is over, now that Aegon has given up the throne… I don’t know who I am. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Her admission was so unexpected that for a moment, you weren’t sure how to respond. Alicent Hightower, the woman who had spent her life controlling, organizing, and managing everything around her, was lost now that there was nothing left to manage. She had always been defined by her duty—first to Viserys, then to Aegon, and now… well, now, she wasn’t sure what her place was.

You softened, moving closer to her. “Alicent,” you said gently, “you don’t need to have a grand purpose anymore. You’ve done your part. You’ve raised your children, you’ve kept the realm together through chaos. You’ve earned the right to rest.”

Alicent shook her head, her lips pressing tighter together. “It’s not that simple. I can’t just… relax. I’ve never had that luxury.”

You studied her for a moment, trying to find the right words. “You’ve never had that luxury because you’ve never let yourself have it. You’ve been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders for so long, but look around.” You gestured toward Aegon, who had now flopped onto the ground, dramatically claiming defeat as your children pounced on him in victory. “He’s happy. The children are happy. The realm is moving forward without us. Maybe it’s time to let go.”

Alicent looked at you, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and uncertainty, as though the very idea of letting go was as foreign to her as flying a dragon.

“Besides,” you added with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood, “we’ve got all the wine in the world here at Casterly Rock. It’s a shame to waste it on just Aegon.”

Alicent let out a small, reluctant laugh, her shoulders relaxing just a fraction. “I suppose there’s no harm in enjoying a little peace,” she admitted, though there was still a hint of doubt in her voice.

You smiled warmly, placing a hand on her arm. “There’s no harm at all. In fact, I think it’s exactly what you need.”

For a moment, you thought you’d gotten through to her. But then, Aegon—who had clearly been eavesdropping—shouted from the other side of the courtyard, “Yes, Mother! Embrace the wine! It’s the only thing keeping me alive!”

You shot Aegon a mock glare, but he just grinned, hoisting a goblet in the air as the children cheered beside him.

Alicent sighed, but this time there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Perhaps I’ll take a glass,” she muttered, shaking her head as she walked toward the open courtyard, leaving you smiling in her wake.

As you watched her go, you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of victory. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Casterly Rock had a way of working its charm on everyone—even the most stubborn of people.

The castle of Casterly Rock had settled into a comfortable routine. The golden sunlight streamed through the windows, and for once, all was peaceful—well, until the thunderous roar of Vhagar pierced the air, shaking the very stones of the ancient fortress.

The sound was enough to rattle even the sturdiest of Lannisters, and Sunfyre, who had been dozing lazily near the cliffs, let out a high-pitched screech that reverberated through the castle, startling everyone awake. Servants rushed to and fro, muttering curses under their breath about “all these damned dragons,” while Aegon groggily sat up from his luxurious bed, blinking in confusion.

“What in seven hells is that racket?” Aegon mumbled, rubbing his eyes, still not fully awake.

You, already half-dressed, sighed as you glanced out the window to see the unmistakable silhouette of Vhagar landing near the cliffs, her massive wings stirring up dust and sending anyone in the vicinity scrambling for cover. “Looks like your brother has come to visit,” you said dryly.

Aegon groaned, throwing himself back onto the bed. “Of course, it’s Aemond. Couldn’t send a raven like a normal person, could he? No, he has to drop in with Vhagar and scare half the bloody castle.”

Just as you were pulling on your gown, the door to your chamber flew open, revealing a very irritated Lord Jason Lannister, his usually impeccable hair disheveled, his face flushed with annoyance. “What now?” Jason snapped, his voice carrying the unmistakable tone of a man who had been woken up one too many times by dragons lately. “First, Sunfyre’s been keeping half the keep awake with his screeching, and now Vhagar arrives like a bloody storm? How many dragons are you lot hiding in this castle?”

You smiled sweetly at Jason, though you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him. “Come now, Uncle. Surely you, of all people, are used to hosting royal guests.”

Jason threw his hands up in exasperation. “Not this many. And certainly not ones that come with wingspans larger than my dining hall!”

Before you could respond, a familiar voice echoed through the halls. “Where is he?”

Aemond strode into the room, his dark cloak billowing behind him as he entered, his eye cold and unreadable as always. He glanced at you briefly, his expression impassive, but there was an unmistakable heaviness in the air. You could feel his gaze linger for just a moment longer than necessary before he turned his attention to Aegon, who was still sprawled out on the bed like he’d been woken from the dead.

“Aegon,” Aemond said, his voice steady and calm. “I’ve come to say goodbye.”

Aegon blinked up at him, his face scrunched in confusion. “Goodbye? What do you mean, goodbye? You’re not going anywhere.”

Aemond’s eye flickered with something—perhaps frustration, perhaps regret—but he kept his expression neutral. “I’m leaving for Pentos. It’s time.”

Aegon sat up slightly, still perplexed. “Pentos? What in the seven hells are you going to do in Pentos? And why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

Aemond crossed his arms, his gaze steady. “Because it’s not your decision to make, brother. My place is elsewhere now.”

Aegon scratched his head, clearly still half-asleep and utterly confused. “Didn’t we talk about this already? Why does everyone keep leaving for Pentos? Am I missing something?”

You placed a comforting hand on Aegon’s shoulder, smiling at him reassuringly. “Don’t worry, love. You’re not missing anything important. Aemond’s just… moving on to new things.” You gave Aemond a pointed look, silently communicating that whatever unresolved issues he had could stay unresolved.

Aemond’s eye met yours, and for a brief moment, something flickered there—something ambiguous, something unspoken. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen that look, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. But now wasn’t the time for lingering glances and hidden meanings.

Aegon, oblivious as ever, looked between you and Aemond with a puzzled expression. “Moving on? To what? A vacation in Pentos?” He let out a snort of laughter. “I didn’t realize you were the relaxing type, brother.”

Aemond, unamused, simply inclined his head. “It’s not a vacation. But yes, you could say I’m… finding new opportunities.”

Aegon waved a hand lazily. “Whatever you say. Just don’t go burning any cities while you’re there.”

Aemond’s lips twitched ever so slightly, but he said nothing, instead offering a final, silent nod. His gaze lingered on you once more—just a heartbeat longer—before he turned on his heel and left the room, his boots echoing against the stone as he strode out, leaving the tension in the air behind him.

As soon as Aemond was gone, Aegon let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms above his head. “Pentos,” he muttered, shaking his head. “What is it with people and Pentos these days?”

You smiled at him, patting his cheek playfully. “Don’t worry about it, love. He’ll be fine, and so will we.”

Aegon blinked up at you, clearly still half-dazed. “But why did he look at you like that? Am I missing something?”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, your voice dripping with affection as you reassured him. “You’re not missing anything, Aegon. You’re the most important person here. Let Aemond run off to Pentos. We have everything we need right here.” You smiled sweetly, love-bombing him with all the tenderness he adored.

Aegon beamed up at you, his confusion melting away as he basked in your affection. “You’re right,” he said, his voice warming. “We’re doing just fine, aren’t we?”

You nodded, giving him a look that was both teasing and sincere. “More than fine. We have the sun, the sea, our family, and all the wine you could ever want.”

Aegon chuckled, clearly enamored as always, and leaned back into the cushions with a contented sigh. “Gods, you really do know how to make a man feel like a king, don’t you?”

You smirked, pouring him another goblet of wine. “It’s my specialty.”

As Aegon took the goblet and smiled up at you with that adoring, slightly dazed look in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of satisfaction. Whatever had happened at Rook’s Rest, whatever tension still lingered between you and Aemond—it didn’t matter now. Aegon was happy, and for the first time in a long while, life at Casterly Rock was peaceful. Well, mostly peaceful—aside from the occasional dragon roaring at dawn, of course.

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Finally reading "Under the Red Hood" for my story, Dick Grayson V Gotham and some notes about what exactly happens here:

Jason's helmet really is a whole ass red circle with eyes, isn't it.

There's constant internal monologue about how much Batman cares about his kids. From Alfred and from Batman.

There's a whole ass woman who I have never seen referenced before called Onyx? Who's apparently the "only other hero allowed in the whole of gotham... other than catwoman".

Bruce recognizing Jason just based on how he fights and plans is beautiful, even if bruce doesn't believe it yet.

Superman's over here flirting with Bruce, going "we could have gotten tickets to the theater if you'd called ahead 😘😘" while bruce is traveling all over the world to figure out if his baby boy might be back from the dead.

Lowkey sad that Jason doesn't have the skunk stripe. I know it was fanon that occasionally became canon, but I still like it.

Wow, this Robin!Jason flashback is really giving us good views of the scaly panties, >:P

So, during the flashback, Bruce brings up the idea that Jason has a "mean streak" in comparison to how Dick was. But it's not that Jason was "mean" and Dick "nice"--Dick has a massive temper, even if canon rarely allows him to acknowledge it--but with Dick... Everytime he was Robin, I think he was still in the mindset of "performer". There was a bit more disconnect between him and the criminals of Gotham, because the fights were more like acts. Jason performs too, but he's very personal about it. This is his city, he's taking all these crimes personally and even when he's "performing" it's still Jason Todd, while Dick's Robin is more so a mask. IDK, this is just the vibes I'm picking up.

I really love the panels after Jason blows up the meth lab. The way the colors are... it makes Jason almost look like he's teared up? It's beautiful.

Oh great, Slade's here. No wonder this things so damn long

You know what, Slade? I'm on Black Mask's side here. A nazi and a hyena man? You can find better hired help on Craigslist.

Just finished the fight, and I'm STILL on Black Mask's side. Slade, who the fuck are these losers!?

Yes, Jason baby, kill the nazi!

Jason got them Christmas presents! That's sweet!

Slade, why the FUCK were you here? Did you see Nightwing was in town and go "lol, this'll be funny"?

Black Mask really calling himself Daddy around Jason... wasn't a joke. Huh.

There are some very nice parallels after Jason reveals his identity to Bruce. Bruce was too late to stop Joker's bomb, he was too late to stop the bomb in the meth lab. Bruce was too late to stop his son from getting attacked by a supervillain, but Bruce was faster now, good job! And Bruce never killed his son's killer, and he won't kill Stephanie's killer either. It's like he keeps testing Bruce to see if he really has to go through with his plan with the Joker.

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Jason's entire beef with Black Mask was because of his part in Stephanie Brown's death.

...I don't really like the idea of Jason calling himself a zombie after Joker did it.

Jason wiped the smile off his face, goddamn! (And don't think I didn't notice how similar Joker and Jason's laughs are, comic artists. Sure, maybe that's just how cackling laughter was drawn back then, but in literature, that smells like foiling).

...THIS is when Bludhaven gets destroyed!? Really???

Also, what is this depiction of Bludhaven just... being across a river? This feels unreasonably close, why hasn't Gotham just eaten Bludhaven at this point?

IT'S A NUKE???

THEY ARE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT, HOW ARE THEIR EYES NOT GETTING BURNT OUT OF THEIR HEADS

I'm just realizing how many explosives there are in this series. Between the bombs the Bats use, and the bombs Jason sets up, and... what happened to bludhaven. That, kids, is what we call a theme!

Bruce really is sympathetic in this. It's subtle, which is good, I don't think anyone would have appreciated the author blaring out "BATMAN IS IN THE RIGHT, HE'S THE BEST GUY, FUCK JASON."

And Jason is getting more and more unhinged as the fight progresses.

You know, it's occurring to me that this all could have been prevented if New Jersey had the death penalty. There's no way Joker could have gotten the insanity plea so many times if they could put him in the ground for good.

...I wonder if Batman votes to reinstate the death penalty?

"But why... why on God's earth--??! Is he still alive!!??" Is just... such a good reveal. Such a good line. No wonder we're all so fixated on this character, omg.

Oh. This is why Jason thinks Batman doesn't love him.

It's the lack of reciprocation. Jason sees "killing the Joker after he killed you" as an act of love. Batman cannot provide that act, so Jason sees that refusal as proof he is unloved.

The funniest Joker's ever been:

Oh, the batarang moment. Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no

I still feel like resurrection via Superboy punching the universe hard is still a cop-out reason why Jason's alive, but the line "Until time decided to set things right." is speaking to me.

Oh god, the buried alive scene is brutal.

Okay, so Jason came back fully sane, he definitely knew what he was doing breaking out of the coffin, but his injuries that were unhealed and getting hit by a fucking car are what caused his catatonic state. He didn't just wake up not all there, that happened because no one was looking out for him.

Okay, so 6 months dead, about a... year in a coma. It says a year for his time catatonic on the streets, then a year with Talia, still catatonic... that's three and a half years, Jason really started being the Red Hood... like what, a few weeks after he got tossed in the Pits?

...I thought the pits were green. They look gold in my version of these comics, is that normal?

EW, WHY'D SHE KISS HIM

Also, there was no brainwashing this boy, Talia literally just said "you remain avenged" and it sent Jason on this whole murder spiral, she didn't do shit

Except kiss him. which, EW

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[pilindiel]

Do you have any kyokao HEADCANONS?? 👀❤️

OH ANON YOU BET I DO I HAVE A MILLION OF THEM. I've been super busy so I didn't get the chance to respond to this right away and I am not sure which kind of headcanons you are looking for, so I am going to go with pet headcanons for fun

Kyoya:

Kyoya isn't really an animal person. The Ootori family never had pets in the house, so Kyoya never really grew up with one. It's not that he dislikes them per se, but he never really saw a reason anyone would want or need a pet. They're too much work (even when you have maids and butlers to do the heavy lifting for you).

He's even less inclined to get a pet when Tamaki gets Antoinette, because wow golden retrievers are sweet but have TONS of energy, and that's not really something Kyoya feels he can tolerate.

Of course, that all changes when he gets Noir when he's in Boston. Despite being exasperated with her at times (as all cat parents are), it does bring him solace knowing there is someone there when he gets home...even if he does have to stop her from eating plastic and scratching his leather couch. (He does not succeed at either of these tasks.)

It's been a while since I read the manga so I can't remember if we saw what Noir looks like, but if there's no canon design I am torn between Noir being this beautiful, sleek black cat or being one of those fuzzy voids like this:

Kaoru:

Kaoru loves animals. I like to think he's kind of an animal magnet like a Disney princess and has yet to meet an animal that didn't like him. Even Antoinette seems drawn to him (much to Tamaki's horror).

Though the Hitachiin family never had pets in the house either, Kaoru was always secretly jealous of other children who talked about their various furry and scaly companions. He was probably the one to suggest to Hikaru they go and catch frogs to release in the house, sort of as a way to give them a pet, too (while also causing mayhem for their staff).

When he finds out Kyoya of all people has a cat, he immediately takes it upon himself to spoil her rotten. Noir is constantly fed treats, catnip, played with, etc. when Kaoru visits Kyoya.

Unfortunately, like most cats, they only attach to one person and that person is Kyoya. Kaoru is DEVASTATED that no matter how much he does to earn Noir's affection, all she does is mildly tolerate him.

After he and Kyoya start living together, they finally realize how much Noir loves him the first time he has to go away for New York Fashion Week. Noir is inconsolable (as is Kyoya). She sits on their bed and meows pathetically, only getting up when Kyoya feeds her. Kyoya sends Kaoru pictures of her forlorn looks and Kaoru replies with a slew of crying emojis.

When he finally returns home, Noir goes right back to mildly tolerating him, as if nothing ever happened. (But they all know better now ;) )

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Pokemon Gym Leader and Team

Thank you @revnah1406 for the tag ;u; I saw that you added me to the tag list- very kind of you <3

Also I can't tell you how giddy I am to do this because Pokemon is a massive part of my childhood and adulthood, I have every game going near enough and... I'll stop rambling- ANYWAY XD

I will do this in sections: the gym leader quiz; the team; picrew.

What Gym Leader Type Are You?

Dragon

This is the tryhard type, I’m sorry. But you’re a gym leader, and no one’s getting your badge unless they earn it. Most dragon-type specialists have a shared memory of getting crushed by a strong dragon type as a young trainer. In that moment, you were drawn to the raw power of dragons, and you’ve loved your scaly sidekicks ever since. You might have a soft spot off the battlefield – perhaps for a Goomy or Appletun somewhere in the PC – but only your closest friends know that about you. Most trainers will only ever see you as a dominant force on the battlefield, and you like it that way.

[Huh, this is a surprise - always thought I was a fighting-type or dark-type kind of gym leader.]

The Team

From left -> right

Gible: Dragon/Ground

Garchomp: Dragon/Ground

Kingdra: Water/Dragon

Salamence: Dragon/Flying

Dialga: Steel/Dragon

Dragonair: Dragon

[Gotta have Dialga in there as a little nod to my favourite Pokemon Region, Sinnoh; fun fact, Diamond is my favourite game, with Ruby being a close second.

Also, Garchomp is my favourite dragon type.]

The Picrew

[Of course I had to go with a theme - Garchomp colour theme. I imagine that would the last Pokemon I bring out, my ace, and you tend to find most Gym Leaders will follow the same theme as the type they're based off of. So, yeah... Garchomp.]

Thank you again for the tag <3

Tagging, with no pressure: @walder-138 @buckaroovice @doodling-doodle @alypink @frankwoods @justasmolbard @deeptrashwitch @iamcautiouslyoptimistic @socially-awkward-skeleton

Of course, feel free to skip this tag game if you're not into/never been into Pokemon!!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Reader is Medusa

So in the myths Poseidon… forced himself onto a worshipper (or priestess) of Athena inside Athena’s temple and Athena punished Medusa, turning her into a Gorgon whose gaze would turn all to stone

Medusa of course fled and over the years, I think even decades because she was semi immortal where the only way she could die is if someone killed her and she lost her mind

She was killed by Perseus and after that her head was used as a weapon until it was given to Athena who adorned it upon her shield (she had also helped Perseus kill Medusa so yeah Athena was a bit of a bitch to Medusa)

Anyway so I’m thinking she was brought to Valhalla (in some interpretations of the myth Perseus killed Medusa while she slept but in this case it was in a drawn out battle [also Medusa doesn’t turn to stone if she sees her reflection that’s not a thing in the myths]) and while she is still stuck with her curse she does find a nice garden that she tends to and stays out of the way of others

When she has to go out she dons a mask so that no one can accidentally gaze into her eyes and be turned into a statue

Anyway, she can’t get revenge against Athena because the goddess hides behind her father Zeus who doesn’t think she did anything wrong, but when Ragnarok is announced Medusa sees a chance to get revenge on the other god responsible for her fate

She volunteers to face Poseidon

Also in different interpretations Medusa uses a bow, her claws, or a sword as her weapon so if she does a Volundr there’s something for ideas

Also differing in interpretations is her legs, sometimes she has human legs but is just extremely scaly and with snakes for hair, or her lower half is a snakes but her upper body appears more human

My request is what is her relationship with the Valkyries, the Einherjar, and what is her fight with Poseidon like?

Damn, I had forgotten how many people the Greek Gods had screwed over in mythology.

My personal take on this particular legend is that Athena didn’t punish Medusa, but instead gave her that form and the ability to turn others into stone so nobody could ever hurt her again, giving her the ability to fight back. However, when men saw her, seeing her as a monster, they treated her like one and drove her away, seeing her as a threat because she could make them stop with their violence. This is why Medusa is the symbol for women safe houses around the world, as she is seen as a protector of women, as some say that Medusa’s gaze only worked on men, sparing the women. However, for this HC, I’m doing it as a cruel punishment from Athena, rather than a blessing.

-Everyone knew your tale, how you were raped in a temple of Athena by Poseidon for your beauty, and you were in turn, turned into a fearsome snake like beast as punishment.

-Emerald green and black scales grew all over your body, a long matching tail sprouted from your tail bone, and your hair morphing into matching, writing snakes with glowing red eyes, and your eyes morphed into slit eyes like a snake, colored of molten gold.

-Anyone who dared to look you in the eye turned to stone, and you were chased from your temple, your home, chased and outcast, nothing more than a monster in the eyes of your fellow humans.

-You spent so many years, never aging, never dying, forced to live with the curse that had been ‘gifted’ to you, hiding away in deep caves, so you wouldn’t turn anyone else to stone.

-Many came to slay you, wanting to slay the fearsome Medusa to claim glory for themselves, to get honor from the gods.

-You grew angry and resentful at their cruel words, fighting back against them using swords from past warriors, it wasn’t your fault you were like this, it was the gods, they were the ones who caused this, not you.

-Your rage drove you to madness until you were finally released from your curse when you were finally killed by a worthy opponent, Perseus.

-To your horror, it was not the end, after you awoke in Valhalla, now a demigod, still looking as you did when you died, like a monster.

-Your stone gaze no longer worked like it did on Earth, where your victims were permanently stone, now they were only stone for about a day before returning to normal, which you were grateful for, but after years of being treated like a monster, you hid yourself away in a quiet corner of the Greek pantheon.

-You no longer had to hide away, as many in Valhalla knew about your fate, but if you were to venture out of your little garden hideaway, you wore a mask over your eyes, so none would be turned to stone for the next 24 hours.

-Many in Valhalla were kind to you, knowing that you were cursed by the gods to look like that, many humans and a few gods were sympathetic to you.

-Those who were sympathetic towards you were others like you, the Minotaur, Charybdis, various demigods like Hercules, beings who were treated so cruelly by the gods, just because they could.

-Brunnhilde approached you in your little garden, your snakes alerting you to her presences, stretching out to greet her, as they were now long enough to stretch down to your belly.

-You made sure your mask was on so you wouldn’t change her to stone before you turned to greet her.

-You had recently heard about this tournament she had managed to arrange, a chance for the salvation of humanity.

-You were mostly neutral when it came to your opinion on humanity, as humanity turned its back on you, once you changed into a monster; they did you no favors so you felt like you didn’t owe them anything.

-Brunnhilde was understanding of this, before she told you that the gods would be fighting, including Poseidon, the man who caused your life to turn into hell.

-She noticed your snake’s eyes flash brightly in anger and you saw a small smile on her lips.

-You smiled at her, “Very clever of you, dear valkryie. You have what you desire, I will fight for you. However, my opponent is to be Poseidon, and no other.”

-She put her fist over her heart, swearing this to you before thank you for joining the fight.

-When you walked in to the waiting area where the other Einhejar were, eyes went wide and jaws dropped, seeing the legendary gorgon who would be fighting alongside them.

-Qin Shi Huang was almost immediately over to greet you, smiling warmly, not scared at all, he was in fact fascinated by your hair as your babies moved to greet him.

-Okita was the same way, his eyes sparkling up at you, you were surprised but not upset by their questions and curiosity, finding it almost amusing.

-When Brunnhilde entered to inform the remaining fighters, including you, that Poseidon was next, you tail flicked and all of your snakes rose, their eyes flashing, baring their fangs as you smirked, showing off your own fangs, your eyes flashing behind your mask.

-You cracked your knuckles as you headed towards the entrance, your Valkyrie partner, Brunnhilde herself, approaching you from the side.

-She grinned warmly down at you, giving you a firm nod before she took your hand, transforming into a shining, bright metal kopis blade.

-Humanity were hesitant when you first walked out, seeing a monster, but many who knew you, who knew your legend, were quick to start cheering, which soon got the rest of the humans to cheer for you.

-Across from you stood Poseidon, who looked unamused, seeing his opponent was a maiden before his eyes widened, only slightly, as he recognized you as the creature that Athena created.

-Your eyes flashed brightly, pointing your weapon at him, “You gods will finally learn the consequences for your actions.” He didn’t respond, moving into an attack position, and the match began.

-You were a fierce warrior, having trained when you were alive, learning how to fight to survive, and you had learned many things in Valhalla as well.

-You were agile and flexible, and you had some extra backup from your snakes that would lunge out, sinking their fangs into whatever they could reach.

-You stunned everyone when you blocked his blow and swiped up, slicing off his left arm, stunning even him before he swung his broken trident, holding it more like a sword now, slicing three of your snakes off before slicing your arm open.

-You leapt back, hissing softly as two more of your snakes lowered to your injured arm, wrapping around it to bind the wound before you charged again.

-Jaws dropped all around as you charged again with a war cry that seemed to shake everyone in attendance, kicking his trident out of his hand and you swiped, severing his head from his shoulders, Perseus style.

-His body crumpled before disappearing slowly, you watch him vanish, a sense of accomplishment filling you before you turned, looking up at Athena, who was sitting beside Zeus, pointing your sword up at her, eyes narrowed, “You Gods have abused your positions long enough! It’s time for you to learn the consequences of your actions.”

-Athena scowled down at you as Zeus looked over at her, a bit confused, “What does she mean?”

-You scowled and spoke, your voice projecting around the whole arena, “I was once a human priestess in a temple of Athena, where I was raped by Poseidon. Instead of punishing the man who raped her priestess and defiled her temple, Athena turned me into what you see now, as if it was my fault that I was held down and raped by a god.”

-The humans were all quickly jeering Athena, hearing of her treatment of you, and Zeus was shocked to see many gods started to jeer her as well for her actions, finding them both cruel, as Zeus did nothing to reprimand his daughter.

-You knew there were good gods out there, ones who didn’t abuse their powers or positions, those who had sympathy for humanity, but just like humans, with good there is also bad.

-You glared up at Athena as she was now embarrassed by being called out by you publically, having the crowd now against her, “You are the Goddess of War, Athena, honoring the virtues of justice! Where was my justice when I was raped by your uncle, goddess?! Tell me Athena, was Poseidon punished for his crimes against your temple as well?”

-The crowds got even louder, backing you up, screaming out their anger, leaving Athena panicking, staring in horror as most of Valhalla was now against her, including many gods.

-Brunnhilde returned to her true form, giving you a firm nod, proud of you, you smiled softly at her before you looked back up to Athena, who was now seething, “Let this be a warning to all gods who abuse their power! Humanity is going to fight you and keep fighting. We’re not going to take your abuse any longer!!”

-The cheers were almost deafening as you turned, walking to the back with Brunnhilde, where Goll met the two of you, hugging you both, congratulating your victory.

-As you headed towards the medical facilities, you were met by many of the other fighters for humanity, many of them congratulating you, and in return you gave them soft smiles.

-An angry voice then shouted out, “You bitch!!” all eyes turned to see Athena stalking towards you, her sword drawn and you turned to your allies, “Cover your eyes.” They all did as you were told and you removed your mask.

-She smirked, raising her blade, “That doesn’t work on gods you-” your eyes flashed and she was immediately froze, turning into a stone statue.

-Those around looked up as you replaced your mask, a hand coming to your hip as you smirked, “It does work on gods, but it takes more effort to make it work, dear Athena.”

-You then swung, your tail swinging like a club and you took her head clean off, letting it shatter and just like Poseidon, her body crumpled and vanished.

-Goll was gawking, as were many of the others, seeing that you just killed two gods, but you weren’t bothered, you felt like you could finally relax now, your revenge now complete.

-You turned with a grin, flashing your fangs to your other competitors, “Kick their asses!” they all cheered for you, making you grin before you continued to the medical facility to get your wounds dealt with so you could return to the others to watch the remainder of the fights.

[muralikesgames]

Adventures Across the Realm - Part 19

The roads around Checkpoint Rest Town have seen some unrest lately, so culling some monsters became a priority for this day. Hildegard beckoned new and familiar faces for this journey, bringing Galahad (@interstices) and Tieve (@lepidopteralabyrinth).

Hildy never chose pawns out of need but feeling. Having two mages may seem too much for some. However, as they're long time friends from beyond the Rift, such camaraderie have their benefits. Besides, both Hildy and Kass had missed Tieve.

It's been a while since Hildy wielded a greatsword, but a recent sparring with Beren reinvigorated her warrior spirit. Setting aside her shield for now and letting Galahad be the team's bastion, she unleashed her former tutor's technique.

Though he didn't have the Arisen's raw strength, he employed his environment with strategic actions. No stone was left unturned, so to speak.

As the Arisen's shield, he would always step first, while keeping a cool head. Hildy appreciated his sensible approach, and loved that the mages took turn to keep Palladium up. An additional magick shield doesn't hurt!

It wouldn't be a journey with Hildy if there weren't cooking involved. Galahad certainly appreciated the delicious fragrance coming from the stew! A hearty meal's sure to help with the challenge ahead.

Eyes on the prize... A big, scaly and smelly kind of prize.

Hildy: "Galahad! You and I shall take turn to draw its attention. Kass, you shall keep the fury of the storm on our weapons. Tieve, ensure all flames are doused, but I'm counting on you two to support each other first and foremost."

Hildy: "Onward, my friends!"

You can take the shield out of Hildy, but you can't take the fighter out of her.

Taking their Arisen's order to heart, Tieve and Kass took turn to keep Celestial Paean up, ensuring that none of them will fall for long from the spell's debilitating fatigue.

The drake's intimidating powers couldn't flinch Galahad's unwavering resolve. He made sure that its attention was drawn away from Hildy, allowing the Arisen to silence its spell.

The final blow, struck with a thunderous roar!

It was a long, hard-won battle, so Hildy and her party celebrated with a delicious aged beast-steak! Fighting an overgrown flying winged lizard often made this Arisen hungry...

[brasteryakintosh]

So I recently played a decent chunk of Snoot Game because of how many people I saw who claimed it's the best VN ever and the fact it was made by 4channers to spite Goodbye Volcano High for having fair working conditions and queer representation totally doesn't taint it at all. I can confirm that those caveats definitely taint the game A LOT more than those fans make it sound. It's a good game if you're a teenager who thinks Family Guy is funny and has never played a VN that wasn't a boring slice of life dating sim where the goal is to click the right dialogue to get the sexy CGs with the hottest waifu. However, if you have any criteria for tastes higher than that bar, you probably won't enjoy it.

The entire game exists purely to be able to say it's possible to make a good VN in one and a half years without doing a bunch of delays, but Snoot Game is a straightforward VN made in the easy to use Ren'Py engine while GVH is being developed in the much more complicated Unity engine as a pseudo-VN/rhythm/adventure game with a large branching storyline. It's really not comparable. Even so, it's just a weak point to criticize a game for taking a long time to come out. Delays are frustrating in the moment, but once a game is released, it usually ceases to be relevant. On top of that, the point is kinda negated by the mere fact Snoot Game is bad. The early parts are downright repulsive and it only starts to become tolerable around the point most decent players just adapt to its shittiness.

On top of that, even from what we know about GVH, it's clear its story is more ambitious overall. GVH is about a group of high school students going to school while knowing a meteor is coming that will kill them all. Adults are making them go along like nothing is wrong while the central cast use the opportunity to grow up in the ways they wouldn't really get the chance to if they had any futures to think about. It's a really great premise with a lot of promise.

But Snoot Game? A human goes to a high school of dinosaurs and falls in love with a classmate. The twist? The human is a 4channer and his love interest is a non-binary "girl" who he tries to convince to detransition for him and if they don't, they become a homeless drug addict or a school shooter. And in case you are wondering, you can donate to the development team using Crypto. Oh and the meteor from GVH just doesn't factor into the story. Granted I haven't played through all of it, but even if it does factor in, the fact it doesn't come up at all for as long as I was playing is a seriously bad indictment of the game that it thinks its most promising narrative device should be taking a backseat to the teacher who looks like that fat dude from Aqua Teen Hunger Force (did I mention this game is extremely unfunny?)

And even for a Ren'Py VN, there's just a lot of better games to play, especially furry VNs. There's Adastra, Echo, Arches, Remember the Flowers, Burrows, the Smoke Room, and Where the Demon Lurks to only name those I've played. I legitimately do not see a single reason why one would enjoy Snoot Game unless they are queerphobic, hate the idea of game developers having good working conditions (because GVH is made by a workers' co-op), or have their sense of humor completely ruined by 4chan, especially for enjoying Snoot Game over the many other far better furry VNs out there. If you're a veteran of furry VNs and want to know how bad Snoot Game is, it's like every single pet peeve about furry VNs stuffed into one game with all of the most obnoxious bigoted jokes and outdated pop culture references caked into it that doesn't even have any furry hunks to thirst over, unless you're really into scrawny scaly dudes drawn in MS Paint

[mushimasha]

practise page of my durge

you can tell where my 1st attempt is and where i gradually get the hang of drawing him

i’ve never drawn scalies before but i’m obsessed with my boy so i must try

[noodlestaocc]

Cap'n Noodles Makes A Friend

a brief little story for fun

It was a bright, sunsoaked day in Barrelbuster Bay, the perfect kind for some sort of adventure. The sun hung high amidst the sky, and one could swear they could hear the sand just screaming for you to set out to find something neat.

Not for Cap’n Noodles however.

The normally rambunctious pirate was oblivious to the call of the day, deeply sleeping within her quarters, sprawled across her desk with an old map serving as her makeshift blanket.

She hadn’t exerted herself significantly the day prior, nor did she stay up terribly late. She just didn’t feel like getting out of bed that day, for whatever reason.

The curtains were drawn tight, and she was lost in dreams, content to remain in her cozy cocoon until her stomach rudely interrupted her pleasantries with a loud grumble.

Noodles groaned, only to roll off her cluttered desk and land with a thud on the weathered wooden floor, sending a globe and spyglass tumbling down beside her. “Ow!” she whined, wincing as her senses gradually returned. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, and the cries of gulls echoed outside, informing her it was midday, and she had slept in once more.

"Oh... late."

Her stomach interrupted her again, an insistent reminder that it was time to find something to eat.

Noodles liked food, but sometimes she wished she didn’t have to eat. To live, one must eat; to eat, one must work; and to work, one must exert themselves—not exactly the most thrilling of pursuits for a fun-oriented person like Noodles.

Yet, her stomach was unforgiving, so she reluctantly pulled herself off the floor and ventured out of her quarters. 

Squinting against the harsh sunlight that assaulted her weary eyes, she wandered the deck, contemplating her options for a meal. She was all out of noodles, because she didn’t want to work. She was also all out of bread, because she didn’t want to work. No crackers either. Why? Because she hadn’t worked a single minute in the past week.

The last thing she wanted to do was hold herself accountable, so she put her brain to work on finding a quick, easy solution to her hunger problem. And after a disappointingly considerable amount of thought, she did.

She could catch a fish.

Over by the railing, the salty seawater reflected Noodles’ unwavering gaze as she stared down into the pleasantly colored depths. The average person likely wouldn’t be able to see very far into the rippling blue, but Noodles was different. Everything was clear as glass to her, and she was just waiting for one poor sucker of a fish to swim a bit too close. 

Then, just as she began to grow bored of her little stakeout, she saw a fish meander its way to her boat, triggering an anticipating grin to swiftly make itself known on her face.

It was big. It was delightfully oblivious. Did I mention it was big? It just had to come a little closer, and then…

Noodles pounced into the waters, cutting through the seas like a dart in the wind towards her breakfast. This was the fun part. The fish’s reaction time was regrettably not as sizable as its body, and before it could notice the long-armed child barreling towards her, the captain’s sharp teeth clamped down upon its scaly exterior and violently ripped it from its ocean home.

Emerging onto the beach with her prize, Noodles spat it out onto the sand once she was sure it was dead, and did a little dance to dry off.

"He he haw, that's breakfast! Time to eat!"

She swiftly turned back to her meal, only for her eyes to meet another.

It was a fuzzy, big-eyed, spectacularly rotund seal.

The two just stared at each other for a minute or two. Noodles never imagined she’d see a seal this close, let alone at all, and the seal clearly didn’t expect her to either.

Her eyes slowly dilated at the sight of the creature until she smiled brightly and excitedly exclaimed at the top of her lungs, “SHIVER ME TIMBERS! A SEA PUPPY!!!”

The seal jolted at her reaction, grabbing the fish and bouncing off at a remarkable pace across the sand. Noodles’ face dropped at both the seal AND her lunch getting away, and it didn’t take long for her to give chase.

“SEA PUPPY, WAIT!”

The seal didn’t bother listening, as it continued bouncing down the beachside. It picked up speed once Noodles started gaining ground, attempting to make it back to the water where it’d be able to jet away with ease. Unfortunately for the seal, it just wasn’t fast enough. 

“GOTCHA!”

Noodles pounced upon her squishy escapee, rolling along the white hot sand with it tightly wrapped up in her lengthy limbs’ inescapable grip. She stared at it sternly as it thrashed about in her hold, trying in vain to get free from the peeved pirate before it could suffer any sort of consequence at her hand.

“Bad dog! Bad bad dog! Gimme back my fish!” Noodles demanded impatiently, glaring at its big, round eyes.

It eventually realized it couldn’t get away, and it reluctantly dropped the fish from its mouth. Noodles nodded firmly, trying to exude some sort of authority.

“Thank ya,” Noodles exhaled, turning the seal around in her hands to face her, holding it out at a distance. “Don’t steal! That’s bad!” she scolded, in a manner picked up from one of her crewmates.

The seal, clearly being unable to speak, just stared back at her. It was hard to properly gauge its feelings, likely given that it was a seal, but Noodles was picking up something.

“Don’t gimme that look! Yer in big trouble, mister! Or miss. I dunno.” The seal responded with more of the same, an unchanging gaze that refused to deviate from Noodles’ own. Then it barked. Noodles smiled innocently, her expression changing in an instant.

“Ok! Ya sold me!”

She sat down in the sand, set the seal down as well, and picked up her fish before ripping it in two (which was fortunately goreless given the friendly nature of the world’s programming) and giving the fish the tail while she kept the head. “Here ya go, sea puppy! We can share!” She smiled, flicking the tail a bit closer to the spherical creature.

The seal sniffed at its portion before gobbling it down in an instant, satisfied with what it could get. Noodles giggled at the voracious display before biting down on her half as well. “Sho, is it good?” She spat out, not even bothering to finish chewing. The seal had long since finished its meal but hadn’t left, so she assumed yes.

Noodles swallowed her half and continued speaking.

“Goodie! Never had breakfast with a sea puppy before,” the seal continued to lay there, not bothering to take its leave. “Toby always said there’s a first fer everything. Guess there really is, gaha!” She giggled, poking the seal and watching it wobble. She liked it, she thought it was silly. The seal was unbothered.

After a bit, Noodles had finished her portion too. She pat the seal on the head and smiled. “Well, that was yummy! I’m gonna go back to me ship now. Bye-bye sea puppy!” Noodles stood up from the sand, awkwardly waved bye with her weird arms, and trodded off.

Bopping her head to a shanty she remembered as she walked, she didn’t bother to look back until she made it back to her ship. Once there she began to climb aboard, only to notice a familiar trail alongside where she was walking.

She looked up on her deck and realized the seal had followed her! And there it was, sitting on a barrel, basking in the sun and letting itself deflate onto the warm wood.

“Mister sea puppy! Y’followed me!” Noodles shouted, wide-eyed as ever. Not that she was displeased, quite the opposite actually. She skipped up to the barrel it rested on, taking in its presence on her own property.

“D’ya like me or somethin, sea puppy?” The seal just stuck its tongue out in response to her eager inquiry. Noodles also took that as a yes. She threw her hands up in celebration before picking the seal up and swinging it around joyously.

“Yahoooo! Yer me new, uhh… eighth mate, sea puppy!”

She proclaimed, clearly overjoyed at her new friend. The seal, as usual, didn’t react much—but didn’t seem opposed to the idea. She swung the animal around until both of them were dizzy, collapsing on the floor.

“Oh oh oh! Ye gotta have a name,” she said to the seal, holding it up above her. “Y’like fish… so I’ll call ya Fishy. Aye?” The seal blinked. Noodles cheered, accidentally throwing poor Fishy into the air as she did so, but she caught him before he could hit the floor. “Ok Fishy! Yer me friend now! We should do friend things!”

Noodles contemplated hard on what she could do with her new friend. You wouldn’t believe it, but Fishy was thinking too. Eventually the two came up with a brilliant idea for something to bond over.

“SLEEPING!”

Noodles and Fishy immediately flopped on the floor, fast asleep, together. As friends do, I suppose. They wouldn't wake up until the next morning, and they dreamt of more fish.

Noodles had made a new friend that day, and she couldn’t have been happier.

i made this in two hours lol

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‧₊˚📡 ✩ ₊˚🎙️⊹ MURKY WATER — l.hs

📻 … hel- … can anyone … kkchh .. WC: 747 a… GN! READER … GENRE: angst … WARNINGS: implied death, mc!d … -over … kchhh ..

Sirens.

Growing up, Heesung couldn't hear enough about them. Enticed by their mysterious tales of beauty and fatality, they were the only thing he asked his mother about when he was a child. He carried this curiosity with him through his teen years as well, going as far as to question his teachers and read the books his town library had to offer, however limited that knowledge might've been. Heesung spent most of his spare time learning what he could about mythical creatures of every kind, though none caught his attention the way sirens did. Perhaps it was because his quaint, lakeside town was known for its aquatic myths, or perhaps it was just because he was curious by nature, regardless of cause, Heeseung often found himself being drawn toward the murky water and its mysteries.

Though Heesung knew these were just tales that parents told children to both scare them and spark imagination, he couldn't help but feel intrigued. His mother shared his love of fairy tales, though, unlike Heesung, she spoke often of forest faes and how they watched over their small town rather than the serenading sirens that Heesung dreamed of learning about. Another difference between Heesung and his mother had to do with their views on mystical interactions; Heesung wanted nothing more than to encounter magic, his mother, however, through her half-hearted belief in the myths she so loved, believed that the two worlds should not interact lest there be consequences.

It was this belief of his mothers that drove Heesung to search for the creatures in his childhood tales. He kept a journal of facts on mythical creatures, writing as much as he could per page. If one flipped through his book they would immediately take notice of the abundance of notes on sirens, adorning the sides of the pages were small, poorly drawn sketches of the different creatures (or at least, what he believed looked like them).

He carried this journal with him everyday, taking extreme caution as to not lose or ruin it, especially on the days he went down to the riverbank. He sat by the side of the expansive stream, knowing that the larger end of the river extended into the sea.

Heesung knew better than to sit by the riverbank, yet he often did. His mother told him that the waters were murky for a reason, but what’s a boy to do when he can’t find peace elsewhere.

Heesung returned to the riverbank constantly, he spent his evenings daydreaming of what lie beneath the water’s surface. He could find out, the water looked shallow. He could wade in for a little bit, that sounded like a good idea. The more he looked out onto the river, the more compelled he felt to walk out into it.

A shiver made its way up Heesung’s spine, his hand loomed forward as he inched toward the water. Despite the grey-coloured water, there was a clear reflection of his hand displayed on the water, reaching forward.

The reflection of his hand distorted, one second it looked human, the next, it was almost grey. Dread pooled in Heesung’s stomach, but he couldn’t turn away.

Suddenly, an almost scaly hand grasped onto Heesung’s forearm. Webbing between each finger and inhumane strength behind the palm. No matter how much Heesung fought against it, he could feel himself being pulled toward the water. He lashed and struggled, but the grasp on his arm only tightened and dragged him toward the unknown.

Fear took over before long, and he tried to shout but his voice betrayed him in his moment of need. Heesung’s vision swirled as water began to fill his lungs. The tang of salt dripped over his tongue as it all faded to black.

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As far as everyone knows, Heesung just disappeared one day, or maybe he never existed to begin with. But by the riverbank lives an older lady, and she tells a different tale.

The older woman will sit down with you, offer you something to drink before she shows you a small notebook, it’s a little worn with age but well taken care of. Perhaps it was once a journal. Inside is decorated with notes and drawings, clearly the product of hours of dedication to… mermaids? Sirens, she corrects. As you flip through the pages, she’ll tell you a story about the boy who once owned this journal. She starts with, “Sirens. Growing up, Heesung couldn’t hear enough about them…”

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let's rate red hood costumes

if i forgot smth lo siento. just let me know, there are so many of these and i am one creature

this is just for fun btw. nothing serious here! <3

now these are all comic canon red hoods (except maybe two? we'll get to them). no alt universes. maybe one day.

now on to the costumes

Hush Jason. Maybe not technically Red Hood but like. c'mon. close enough

i'm giving the rating 6/10

I know the trench coat was probably more for mr. hush himself, but i enjoy it. i'm also a filthy pouch lover so they do get points. also in red! cute. the boots are also neat. the negatives are that ugly robin dress/tunic thing. kinda silly. still it was good for giving bruce a spook.

2. the classic. the og. red hood utrh version!

9/10, easy. the casual outfit paired with the sleek red helmet. *mwuah* wonderful! nothing bad to say. it's recognizable. comfortable. stylish. great job all around

3. titans tower. ah.

-10/10. i would give props for running around in the scalies BUT THE UGLY ASS YELLOW TIGHTS. disgusting. bare his legs to the world you cowards. i'm mad. this could get at least 7/10 for sheer moxy if it weren't for those hideous target brand pantyhose

4. brothers in blood.

he's literally just copying dick, but being unhinged as hell about it.

5.5/10. he looks good. who doesn't in nightwing's fit? though he is copying, he does get points for obsessive weirdness of it all.

bonus?

???/10 i don't know how i feel. i've never known how i feel about this.

5. final crisis

i think he had a helmet in this arc and it broke but dont quote me!!!! pay me to read final crisis again if you have an issue.

he spends most of his time in jeans + leather jacket + just the domino

this is probably the most boring but i give it a 10/10 my boring ass loves it. no dressups just a guy in a shitty little mask. clapping. bravo. there's something ~thematic~ bout it

6. final crisis pt 2

1/10 i hate the red robin suit i hate it i hate it. we finally got tim out of the damn thing even though it came at too high a cost (he's trapped in robin purgatory). it does look okay in wfa, but usually in dc reg comics it looks like ass.

regardless jason looks bad in it too. very sweet of murdery bruce to give it to him but ugh. at least could've given him some ears on that mask. then it couldve been bumped a point

7. batman

the first time jason decided to wear a muzzle. hm.

6/10. there's nothing wrong with it. it's just a bit generically 'what would gun batman look like'. the face part is my favorite, with the weird grater muzzle, pointy ears, and red glowing eyes. it's fun

8. batman&robin

i need to get my first thought out. the little symbol on his chest reminds me of homestuck. i can't really unsee it. i know like theres no connection. but it looks like it could belong on a homestuck human

anyway. 3.5/10. he was willing to try something totally new, so i'm giving points. i enjoy the white. is the red hood goofy af? yes. yes it is. iconic, though? sometimes the upper black part is drawn lower, i've noticed. it doesn't change much for me.

i like the thigh highs going on here. the red guns are sexy!. he looks bad but there are good things here!!!

there is this version, which ditches the thigh highs, gives back the classic helmet, removes the cape for a jacket, and adds belts.

6/10 i think it fixes a lot about the prev costume, though it's really just like they threw utrh's costume and his previous batman&robin costume in the blender lmfao

wow flashpoint. father todd is not a red hood, so we progress.

9. nu52

an update on the og look. i do like the contrasting brown jacket, the prominant thigh straps. sometimes his helmet is drawn suctioned to his face so -2 for any of that cause it's so weird

8/10 not a bad update to the classic.

10. red hood/arsenal

i dont remember when he changed into this actually. in my head it's rh/a but i could be wrong.

i see no one talking about this abomination. his new fit? yah. this one? no?

4/10 the bottom of this is fine. i HATE the jacket. sorry it's just. ugly. his arm bands are also clunky. the matching between arsenal and red hood is nice though. so it didnt get too low. roy pulls it off better :(

11. wingman

hm. i didnt read this. this makes me not want too akdsfhsl

0/10. ugly. looks like a villain in some scifi thing in the 90s. like power rangers. sentai villain looking ass. boring grey, ugly lines and shapes, the goofiest helmet on earth......

ig willis is burdened with this curse now

12. 3 jokers (dubiously canon. i dont consider it so but since dc left it in the air we add it)

he has a helmet for a bit. this one is interesting bc i could actually see it as a futhering of his costume had he lived. sans helmet ofc. it's hard bc i don't not like this, i just feel it doesnt fit his aesthetic in the present day. 5/10. if jason had lived and not become red hood id rank it higher but then we wouldnt be here, would we?

13. batman's gift

i debated putting this, but it's different enough from the nu52 vers

very fun. body armor all over. i like the red arm guards here unlike w/ the prev one that had these (less bulky ?). i like the leg stripes.

it doesn't really do much to change his look, but there are differences

7/10

14. task force z

it's like the above but more just body-armored. really all he's done is remove the jacket and get shoulder pads. 6/10. the negative point is for the lost jacket :(

bonus

7/10 i did say if he ditched the tights i'd rank it higher (twas all a dream through lmao)

15. current

controversial of me, but i think. i think it's fine.

now i do agree his little hoodie is.........well it's not that great. my least favorite part tbh.

the new brown pants nicely contrast, though i have seen this costume with grey pants too?

here we are. The red bandages are fun, i think if they were white i'd hate 'em but the red is interesting. i also like when bits of them are sticking out. idk. cute detail.

i like the muzzle mask as well. that with the hood has given us delightful in shadow!jason where only his eyes glow out. i also like when artists put his white hair tuft out. adorable. probably not what he's going for but that's what the creature no face look is for

really the hoodie is the one thing i'm ??? on. it looks silly in a bad way. there are ways to keep a red hood while giving a better jacket/vest. future state's was much nicer.

7.5/10

this wasn't in the ratings but i do prefer any weapon beyond the crowbar sigh. it starts showing up through a lot of them so i decided to just not do anything about the score.