#s;rose petals and dragon scales

[incissam]

@empathetixs sent: “ i wouldn't tell you this if it wasn't important. “

Daenerys leaned forward looking into those doe eyes of Margaery nodding her head as she spoke. Whatever it was clearly it was important enough for them to both sit to talk about it. She tipped her head curiously at her and motioned with her hand for her to go on. "You have my attention, my lady. What is so important that you need to tell me?"

[lime-sketches114]

Hello everyone! It's me back at it again with another Flash & Sindri post!

If I keep doing these I might have to give y'all a few art pieces maybe hm? I'll think on it!

But for some context of this fanfic idea! This idea stems from a cultural tradition/act of kindness from the Draken culture (and maybe Dwarven equivalent idk) of others would groom their scales as a sign of affection or friendliest towards each other (like birdos picking pin feathers!) And if you're lucky enough to be an outsider, you might get a purr out of em. (This also works for dragons! They love scratches!!!)

Anyways! Onwards to a germaphobe dwarf and sassy dragon lady bonding time!

Rose Petal Scales

{An OC × Sindri Fanfic}

{Flash × Sindri}

Warnings: {Possible} Germaphobia/OCD, insecurities, Anxiety, Depression, Old Scars, "censored cursing", etc.

Rating: Fluffy with a ginger snap cookie {some topics may be suggestive or sensitive due to nature/wording, you have been warned, mostly mild} {Just trying to embrace the character roles!}

★★★★★★★★★

{Flash's pov}

It has been about a year or so since I've been living with the Huldra brothers. Living has been getting easier due to not being starved or hunted 24/7. Getting new clothes and a room to live in with these crafty dwarves was just the tip of the iceberg. They've done a lot for me...they reminded me of my family and friends I've grown to long for. Since then my hair has grown from a long fuzz to a shaggy cut almost to my shoulders. My hair grows pretty fast...so do my scales and I've been shedding and itching a lot more recently.

I made my way downstairs where I saw some of my fallen scales on the work bench. Brok and Sindri were bickering over the properties or the mass quantities of scales that just pop up out of no where. I trudged to the kitchen area and grabbed an apple. I took a bite which seemed to pull their attention out their asses.

"You...you loungin' piece of s**t!" Brok growled at me, "Your scales have been annoying as of recently and they're every f**king where!"

"Not my fault my scales grow fast, blame my mother, now sod off...I have a hangover..." I spat back at him.

"Why I 'otta-" Brok went to throw some scap-slag at me before Sindri frantically tried to calm him down.

"Both of you! Calm down! No need for violence!" He squeaked out.

"What?! You taking 'er side huh? You's been complainin about her scales being everywhere and not once'ya think to talk about fixin' the problem!"

"I-I'm getting to that Brok!" Sindri sighed then cleared his throat. He turned to look at me and all he saw was a scowled frown upon my face.

"Can't handle me huh? It's hard when you don't have anyone else to help clean you because of scars! I try my best and I give them to you guys to make armor and weapons! You guys are taking me for granted!" I hissed as I jumped to the second floor without a second thought.

"Flash Wait-!" Sindri called out to me but I already shut the door to the bathing room.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I laid in the warm waters of the tub. Soaking my aching scales to help maybe loosen them. I saw a few float up here and there but it wasn't enough. I used brushes on sticks, a pumice stone, everything nearby to get them off. Every scale that floated in front of me relayed memories from my past.

Some happy....some not...

One stuck out the most.

It was of a very dear friend of mine. Her name was Scarlett. She was a Draken like me. One with beautiful red scales and a cute shorter tail. She would pick the more stubborn scales from my back and quipped they looked like rose petals.

I missed her

She was one of the few I ever loved dearly. The only one so far that told me my scaled smelled nice while the other Drakens or races said they smelt of sulfur, burnt wood, or some other nasty thing.

She was my first....and my last...

At least that's what I thought....

Almost every night I wake up to the nightmare that happened. Her voice still calling for me to run. Her screams. Her last breath.

I wiped tears from my eyes as I softly cried. The memories still stinging my mind. I sat up and drained the water from my hair. It dried pretty quickly once I took a fluffy towel to it. I took a sniff of the towel and it smelt like Sindri. The fresh linen cloth smell with a hint of ashen soot from the forge.

I could feel my ears wiggle and turn red.

Why his dumb face....?

I quickly shot up from the bath and cleaned it out of scales. I put them in a bucket next to the door. I got dressed in some clean pants and a undershirt only combo. When I opened the door I knew they had went off to their rooms. I marched over to Sindri's room and knocked gently.

After a few minutes he opened the door. He wiped sleep from his eyes.

"Flash? Why are you up late?" He yawned.

"I...need your help"

That perked him up a bit, "With what? Is everything alright?"

"I want you to...help with my scales..." I said with a small blush on my face.

"O-Oh but...those can be very messy and-"

"I already cleaned myself, just need extra hands"

Sindri nodded hesitantly and let me into his room. I laid my towel down and laid on it. My back was exposed to him with my top being flowy and short. He could see all the knotted back scales as he sat behind me. He went for his gloves but I spoke up.

"it's easier without them...don't worry about the beasties..."

I could hear the lump in his throat sink into his stomach as he cautiously yet gently placed his calloused hands on my back. His hands steadily yet shakenly moved to all the troublesome scales. One by one they came out until I looked and felt fantastic.

"H-How does it feel? Your scales are quite something. Smell nice too" He complimented as he quickly wiped his hands on the towel. I whipped my head to look at him.

"What do they smell like to you?" I asked creeping a tiny bit closer to him.

"u-uh well...they do have the scent of flowers and what I could pinpoint... alcohol? It smelt sweeter than mead or ale" he answered, "Brok thinks they just smell like rotting flesh and bird droppings to him...or a burnt stew?"

My eyes started to water. A few tears hit the ground until he noticed. He started panicking a bit.

"Y-You ok?! Did what Brok say hurt you?! I-I..." He stammered until I held his bare hands.

"You can smell my scent....does that mean...." I looked into his eyes but my bangs flopped in front of me. I pouted until his hand pulled my hair away from my face and behind my ear.

"I may have done my own research and...yes...thought quite revolting it sounded but I got the message. I've fallen ever since the days when Atreus was younger and when you moved in with us. All those years... I've been a coward..." He bowed his head.

I slowly lifted up his head when I cupped his cheeks. He seemed stiff but slowly melted a bit at my warm touch.

"You're my coward... one who has been by my side along with his stubborn grosser brother...and I wouldn't have it any other way." I placed my forehead against his and purred, "just don't tell Brok I said that"

He chuckled and slowly wrapped his hands around my now velvety soft back. We stare into each other's eyes then all I could feel was his lips on mine for a short while before quickly pulling away and wiping everything on a spare towel I brought. I gently wrapped my clean tail around him gently. Not wanting to let him go.

He may be weird but....

He's my Dwarf

[vendettavalor]

Wild and Free

⚔️ For @dragetunge 's Hiccup! ⚔️

The sun-warmed wind flows over the ocean, carrying the smell of sea salt, beach sands, and wild foliage in full bloom. Cutting sharply away from the sea and the shoreline is a vast jungle of forests and wetlands. Fields and marshes and meadows. Their flowers are unique and beautiful, their wildlife even more so. A discovery most promising; a new series of land masses dots this corner of the map, rising from the sea with sloping beaches and grand cliffs featuring plethoras of rock arches and waterfalls. All around the spires of land, the birds flock in groups, nesting on the outcropping of cliff edges. Animals flee from the edge deeper into the lush wild lands. It all seems quite routine for a wild, untouched place like this.

And then, that normalcy is broken.

In the distance, the roar of some beast rolls low and booming like thunder. There’s the faint sound of a dragon’s fiery breath bursting in a vibrant explosion of light and color. A far edge of the forest shakes, trees trembling before pulling back as something bursts from the depths of them. It looks like a dragon. Its scales are a pale pink like the dusty petals of newly blooming rose. It beats the air with grand, powerful wings, rising into the air with effortless grace despite its size. Its wingtips brush the clouds before it dives down in a swoop, arcing gracefully in a long curve around the island’s outer edge. Its gaze is fixated on the trees, as though monitoring them. Patrolling them.

Guarding its territory.

It’s a magnificent beast, unlike anything the Book of Dragons has catalogued in its many pages. It’s a powerful flyer, bulky and almost cumbersome-looking in its appearance. Yet it flies with great precision and control. Graceful as a swan gliding by, commanding the wind with wings that crack the air with each rare wingbeat. Something seems to catch its eye, making it snarl and part its jaws in a roar. From the direction its fearsome gaze is turned, a glimmer in the trees- and a net shoots across the sky. It tangles around the beast faster than it can react, clamping down around its desperately writhing wings and sending it hurtling down into a field below with a shriek.

Dragon hunters.

[kurogane-redfox]

He’s 198cm (6'5")

He’s 95.25kg (210 lbs)

He’s demiromantic and pansexual.

He’s incredibly dominant. The idea of being submissive doesn’t really appeal to him.

He’s ambidextrous.

He can play the guitar and is actually very good at it. Not only that but he can also sing and likes to write music in his downtime.

He’s also very good at playing the piano though he usually chooses to do so when he thinks he’s alone.

He can play the Violin as well, though he only knows a few songs so far.

He’s an S-Class Wizard within Fairy Tail.

In Phantom Lord as the Executioner he’s S-Class, as the Master he’s Guild Master(Still S-Class), and in certain AUs he’s a Wizard Saint.

He’s multilingual. Draconic is just one of the many languages he knows.

Dragons taught the Dragon Slayers the language of their kind. As such, people trying to learn the language cannot retain the knowledge for long unless they’re a Dragon Slayer’s mate.

Cursing is essentially a pastime. He enjoys the words fuck and shit the most.

Don’t touch him without permission unless you wish to be thrown across the room or punched in the face.

He rather enjoys drinking but it’s mostly due to the fact that he’s incapable of getting drunk. Favorites are things like whiskey, scotch, and other strong spirits.

Always has iron on his person so he can eat some if he needs it.

He’s capable of tossing knives, such as his kunai, with perfect precision.

On top of his roughly 40 smooth rivet-like piercings, he has spider bites on both sides of his lower lip, his tongue, and his ears both have industrials.

He’s got about 20 total tattoos. Both wrists (beneath his metal wristbands) have matching tribal thorn tattoos. There’s a black and royal purple phoenix with silver accents covering most of the scars on his back. A crimson snake coils around his right calf, a shimmering black and silver dragon on his left pectoral that goes about halfway down his chest, Red and black hollow point stars that start below his right pec and wrap around to his back. On his left arm he’s got the start of a sleeve with four tattoos in it. Some dragon scales on the forearm, a Celtic knot, a snake that’s dark purple, and a rose that has petals that change colour. His right arm has a full sleeve with about nine interlocked tattoos.

While most people would assume he’s not fond of anything sweet, he does like certain sweet things. Though he rarely eats them.

He lives in a small flat in Magnolia for a while before buying his own land and building his house on it.

One of the first people he became friends with in Fairy Tail was Mirajane. She saw good in him where most of the others didn’t.

Due to some things he went through as a child and young teen he’s not initially capable of showing any sort of affection.

Due to how rough he can be or get, he’s been accused of being a rapist more than once. He’s also been accused of being abusive. Neither of these things are true.

He and Juvia were one another’s firsts because they wanted to make sure that their first time was memorable and given to someone they cared about.(Depends on the Juvia)

He’s apologized to both Lucy and Levy a few times. In various ways one of which for Levy specifically was him taking the blow from Laxus for Levy.

Love is not a topic the Dragon is willing to discuss. He also doesn’t believe that he’s capable or worthy of love.

Nightmares are something he’s intimately familiar with. Some get bad enough that they leave him incapable of getting anymore sleep.

He can go a few days to a little over a week without much more than a fifteen minute nap if he needs to.

He’s got a vegetable garden and a few fruit trees on his property the garden was started from seeds or small vegetable plants. The trees were planted from saplings.

He’s a decent chef and baker not that anyone will know this right away.

Sometimes he makes candy truffles and other candies though it’s not often.

He enjoys swimming and as such he’s installed a pool on his property. It’s indoors and on the bottom floor of his house. The windows are full length but the room is on the back of his house facing the forest.

His back is littered with scars from being whipped as both a child slave and by Jose. His hair covers most of them but sometimes they’re quite visible and he hates being gawked at.

He’s got sox or more scars littering his right arm, both his hands have small scars on them (beneath his gloves), and his right shoulder has a scar on both the front and back where he was impaled.

His house is located near a cliff that overlooks a nice area of the beach in Magnolia. It’s within a fifteen-minute walk to the Fairy Tail guild.

He rather enjoys spicy food and likes to add more spices to some foods he enjoys. Like curries and chili.

He’s fiercely protective of anyone he considers a friend.

He’ll fight to the end to protect anyone he cares about.

He uses his magic in many creative ways. From making usable objects for his friends and guildmates, to making prosthetic limbs for those who have lost one. He also makes jewelry sometimes.

[zhongrin]

flowering

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham (poly)

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, poly, threesome, pwp, biting & marking, probably ooc zhongli and al haitham, dragon!zhongli (bc of course it is), nicknames (pet, royal highness), slight dacryphilia, teasing, hints of possessive behavior, creampie, overstimulation, just- this is just pure filth okay? s h u s h

◇ a/n ◇ second submission for my ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ϟᴜᴘᴇʀᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ collab

ngl this was heavily inspired by the dynamics in azeru’s 3p nsfw asmr jshkdhdks

𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

little purple flowers marking your body make for the loveliest accessories, they think.

with every bite and tender massage of their lips, the small flowers bloom across the span of your bare skin; from your neck all the way down your thighs, wilting lilacs and fresh rose petals painted directly onto the tissue.

no other pieces of jewelry could compare, especially not those cor lapis necklaces and bracelets that the other man would constantly give you. you look better adorned in silver than gold, shine better in green than dull dark browns. al haitham tells this to you constantly, not with words but with actions and gifts rivaling the ex-archon: glittering silver anklets, silky green gowns that hint at the curves of your body, and quill pens from the feather of a hawk.

and like always, zhongli would merely chuckle and smile, musing about how youths are so competitive these days and how nostalgic it is to see someone so desperate, as if they have everything to lose… yet you’re still swamped by his romantic endeavors nonetheless - traditional gentlemanly courtships, flowers, gifts of gold, necklaces with a shiny looking scale that’s unusually large, dark brown layered with golden sheen, pulsing with geo energy as you tilt it under the sun.

despite all this, however, they make a fearsome duo. a team that works out wonderfully, a dynamic that makes you breathless and crave for more. it matters not whether they work together or against each other, for the end result is always, always the same.

truly, barely anything matters when you’re being pinned under zhongli as your trembling fingers try to wrap around al haitham’s cock. the latter's fingers, calloused and rough from wielding swords and pens, smear the tears falling down your eyes in succession as the ex-archon’s cock pounds into your sopping wet cunt from behind. your lips are lolled open, obscene sounds escaping your raw throat, eyes unfocused, brain muddled with pleasure. rationale and embarrassment have long since unfriended you, somewhen along your... third? fourth? orgasm, leaving you to bask in the assaults of pain and pleasure inflicted by your lovers.

a low growl is all the warning you get before zhongli pins you harder onto the bed, grinding deep in your quivering walls as the thick spurts of cum spill into your deepest parts, warming your belly and making you clench more against the throbbing length. his teeth make their home on a spot on your left shoulder, which is already decorated with bruises and hickeys - the sharp fangs of a dragon sinking against the sweaty skin.

“taking it all without complaints... how very nice of you,” the velvety voice is a tad hoarse, the gravelly texture of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “we’ve trained you so well, have we, darling?”

“quit dilly-dallying and switch with me,” your other partner huffs with a gruffer tone, green-red eyes narrowing at the half beast who is still curled on top of you like a dragon protecting its hoard of jewels, “your time was up since a long time ago, old man.”

“my, how generous of you to wait,” zhongli chuckles darkly, unfurling from above you and shushing your whines when you feel his half-hard cock grind against your sensitive pussy as he slides out, “apologies, my stamina is quite above average, you see.”

al haitham grunts in annoyance, though his expression quickly shifts into sheer adoration as soon as he repositions himself to take the lord of geo's place. with a lick of his lips, he presses a warning kiss and a nibble onto your right shoulder, before easily grinding the head of his cock into your leaking hole, the sensation ripping a deep groan from his chest.

“h-haith-am—!”

“hmmm? what?”

like a hawk playing with a mouse, he teases you; never giving you his full length, just rubbing against your outer lips, sliding in but never all the way. just his flushed tip prodding, poking, giving you a taste of what you could have.

“s-stop teasing….! j-jerk!!!”

“oh dear, someone made the royal highness displeased,” zhongli hums, kissing your knuckles.

“you shut up,” al haitham hisses, before affixing his gaze back onto your adorable pouty lips, “and you. what did you just call me?”

your lips part to form the insult, just as your boyfriend slams into you in one thrust. the syllables break into a high-pitched moan, haughty tone melting into needy desperation. your hips, bruised by the fingers previously digging into the flesh, tries to meet his sudden movements.... until he stops, presses your lower half back down, and repeats the teasing grinds on the lips of your pussy.

“i asked, what did you call me?”

“i’m sorry i'm sorry am sorry love, please-”

“that’s what i thought,” al haitham smirks cruelly in satisfaction at your compliance and you barely have the time to admire him when he starts jackhammering into you, his grip adding another set of bruises as he tries to keep your body steady.

your eyes rolls and your back arches, too far lost in pleasure to notice the two pairs of eyes admiring how your body twists and jolts so erotically. how the layer of sweat from your overexertion makes you seem to glimmer and glow, like a mesmerizing crystalfly that captivates their senses, fluttering and asking to be caught. how the spots of cum and the specks of dark lovebites spanning across your skin taunt them to leave more - more marks of ownership, more memory of heated lovemaking, more proof that you’re theirs and only theirs.

the gasps and moans from your lips are akin to a siren’s call to their ears, and it spurs al haitham to relent one grip in favor of playing with your throbbing clit. you’re mewling and trying to escape as soon as he touches the oversensitive bundle of nerves, but zhongli quickly grasps your hands, pinning them in place as he delves in for a kiss; a ploy to keep you in place and to muffle your pretty noises, much to the scribe’s displeasure. though, he makes no move to push the older man away, and instead immerses himself in the tightness of your pussy and the way you clench and gush every time he flicks your clit a certain way. it’s so addicting, the feeling of you around him, that he can’t help but indulge, indulge, indulge.

between a kiss that’s trying to steal your breath away and being ravaged like no tomorrow, the coil in your abdomen snaps, and you jerk against zhongli’s hold, knocking your teeth together as you squeeze your eyes shut. and yet, instead of retreating, your lover doubles down on the kiss, gulping down your cries and screams like they’re the finest aged wine. meanwhile, al haitham buries himself inside you as your cunt spasm around him, getting impossibly wetter with each pulse, with his fingers continuing to help you ride your orgasm in the best way possible. you’re still twitching when he starts moving again - just a few sloppy thrusts as he too reaches his end, spilling more of his seed inside you. your stomach feels hot and full, your legs weak from overexertion, and your breath so ragged it almost hurts to inhale.

with a satisfied groan, the platinum-haired male collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath and admiring your post-orgasm, blissed-out face.

zhongli, on the other hand, has kindly swept his hair back and given you some breathing space, although he’s still looking at you from his original position, a serene smile on his lips. his slender fingers lift your left hand and he places a fleeting kiss on your inner wrist. you give him a weak but appreciative giggle at the gentle display of affection.

the half-dragon hums melodically and moves to press his soft lips onto your palm, then your fingertips. and to your surprise, his lips open, long tongue flicking out to lick a strip from the base of your pinky up to the top.

you yelp as sharp fangs start nibbling on the base of your finger, transfixed at the erotic sight of half-lidded, lust-driven amber eyes staring right into your soul, a slight smirk on his lips as pearly white fangs flashed dangerously under the dimmed light, the pink muscle lewdly circling around your ring finger. it’s hypnotic, almost, and your mouth unconsciously falls agape, a shudder racking your body as the canines start to scratch and nibble and then bite. more tears prick your eyes, and you whine in alarm. zhongli relents, relaxes his jaw, and only then do you see the teeth marks around the base of said finger… it stirs something inside you; a ring of flowers, of promise-

ragged breaths hit your right ear and your eyes squeeze shut as another set of canines assaults your nape, along with a set of fingers still slightly damp with your juices interlocking with your free hand.

“ready for another round?”

“there’s still plenty of canvas space, after all.”

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟?

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[possiblyhomer]

One random idea in the middle of the night and about 20 days later, it is done. An Elros ship fairytale au. No complex plot, character arcs or anything, just a simple fairytale about doing good things and getting rewarded for it, completed with plenty of rule of 3's and talking plants and animals. May I present to you,

The traveler and the dragon

Once upon a time, there was a young maiden who travelled across the lands to find a place to call home. Her name was Elpis and she was known far and wide for her beautiful golden hair, eyes that shimmered like the sun's rays on the ocean waves and skin as soft as a flower's petals. Her beauty, however, was infinitely outshone by her kind heart.

One day, her search lead her to a peaceful forest. Though the citizens of the nearby village had warned her of a terrible dragon that lives in the forest, whose presence spell doom for all who is near it, the girl couldn't help but be drawn there by the forest's beauty. Elpis didn't realize she was lost until the clear blue sky turned pink, the young traveler frantically ran through the forest in search of a shelter, but by the time the sun had set, all she found was a cavern. The moment she stepped in the cave though, a loud roar echoed from deep within the cave, then came a dragon, it's scales a deep red and it's horns as dark as a moonless night. The dreaded beast angrily roared at its uninvited guest as she stood at the entrance to its cave and glared at her with glowing eyes.

"Please, o great dragon, I am but a lost traveler trying to find a place to call home, please find it in your heart to let me take shelter!" She pleaded.

The dragon stared down at the young woman before it as if searching for any lies. The maiden stood there patiently under its harsh gaze before the dragon huffed.

"Very well, I will allow you only three nights in my cavern, if you return for a fourth time, I will eat you where you stand." It warned before letting her in.

That night, as the worn out traveler prepared for sleep, she noticed the blood and ashes covering the dragon. Curious, she asked it:

"Great dragon, why do you harm the citizens of the nearby kingdom?"

"Because they have stolen the stars my mother had put on my horns to make them shimmer even in the dark." The dragon replied.

The next morning, as Elpis set out to find a home, but she could not find one. On her way back to the dragon's cave, however, she heard a cry for help and found a baby bird that has fallen off its nest. The kind-hearted traveler gently picked the little creature up and put it back in its home.

"Thank you, kind traveler!" The bird chirped. "Let us repay you, traveler! You can stay with us and call this tree your home! We'll soar across the sky freely and travel to wherever we want!"

The girl only shook her head. "Thank you, little bird, but I cannot stay here, for I cannot take to the skies like you do." She replied.

"Then how can I repay you?" It asked

The traveler thought for a while, then answered:

"Can you tell me how to make stars shimmer once again on the great dragon's horns?"

"For that, you will need to see Clotho the spinner, follow the path I made and you will find her there!" Said the little bird.

Elpis thanked the bird and before her, a different path appeared. She walked down the path and at the end was a little girl holding a spindle. Clotho smiled at her as she filled a cup with light.

"Sprinkle this on the dragon's horns and the stars shall return to him." The child spoke before vanishing with the scenery, leaving Elpis at the entrance to the dragon's cavern.

"Have you not found your home?" The dragon said with irritation.

"I have not, but in my search I have found what has been stolen from you." The maiden said, sprinkling the light onto the dragon's horns, which made it glow softly in the darkness of the cave.

"You do not owe me anything, for I have let you stay on my own accord. Yet, you still showed me kindness even though it was unnecessary, for that, I thank you."

That night, after the dragon and the traveler had exchanged their good-nights, Elpis noticed how the dreaded beast shivered as the wind flew through the cave. Puzzled, she asked it:

"Great dragon, why do you shiver against the wind?"

"Because my wings can no longer keep me warm, for their feathers can no longer regrow." The dragon replied.

As the sun rose the next day, Elpis once again left to find a home, yet she could not find a place to call home. As she tried to find her way back to the cavern, the traveler saw a fish trying to swim up a fall and on top of the fall, its brethren cheering for it. The kind-hearted traveler used a large leaf to catch it, then released the fish amongst its family.

"Thank you, kind traveler!" The fish said. "Let us repay you, traveler! You can stay with us and call these waters your home! We'll swim and splash around in the cool water and never get tired!"

The girl only shook her head. "Thank you, little fish, but I cannot stay here, for I cannot breath underwater." She replied.

"Then how can I repay you?" It asked

The traveler thought for a minute, then answered:

"Can you tell me how to make feathers grow once again on the great dragon's wings?"

"For that, you will need to see Lachesis the allotter, follow the river downstream and you will find her there!" Said the little fish.

Elpis thanked the fish and before her, a boat appeared. She floated down the river and at the end was a woman holding a staff. Lachesis gently caressed her as she filled a globe with silver water.

"Pour this on the dragon's wings and his feathers shall return to him." The woman spoke before vanishing with the scenery, leaving Elpis at the entrance to the dragon's cavern.

"Have you not found your home still?" The dragon questioned.

"I have not, but in my search I have found what you have lost." The maiden said, pouring the water onto the dragon's wings, immediately, feathers as red and vibrant as the sunset sprung forth wherever the water touched.

"Thank you, my friend, you did not have to help me at all, yet you have done so much. The night ahead is cold and your journey ahead a long one, so for tonight, let us share the warmth of my feathered wings."

That night, as they huddled closely under the dragon's wings, Elpis felt a tear drop from the dragon's eyes. Worried, she asked:

"Dear dragon, why do you weep?"

"Because I can no longer return to the home I missed so dearly." The dragon answered softly.

As the next day came, the dragon and the traveler lingered in their farewells and with a heart heavier than any stone, the traveler turned her back and walked away. Soon, the sun had started to set, as she tried to find a place to stay for the night, the maiden found a field of flowers with a single wilting bloom, the kind-hearted traveler gave the flower water from her own bottle and it soon sprung back to life.

"Thank you, kind traveler!" The flower sang. "Let us repay you, traveler! You can stay with us and call this field your home! We'll bask in the sunshine all day and bring happiness simply by looking so pretty!"

The girl only shook her head. "Thank you, little flower, but I will not stay here, for I no longer search for a home." She replied.

"Then how can I repay you?" It asked

Without hesitation, she answered:

"Can you tell me how to help the great dragon find a way back to his home?"

"For that, you will need to see Atropos the cutter, climb over the big grassy hill and you will find her there!" Said the revived flower.

The traveler thanked the flower and went on her way. At the other side of the hill was an old woman holding a scroll. Atropos kissed her forehead and handed her a beautiful golden crown.

"Put this on the dragon's head and his way back home will show itself to him." The woman spoke before vanishing, Elpis looked forward, only to realize that she was now standing before the dragon.

"Have you not found your home? Have you forgotten my warning?" The dragon asked in surprise, yet he seemed more relieved than angry.

"I have found it, but I have also found a way for you to return to yours." The traveler smiled as she put the crown on the dragon's head. Before her, the dragon turned into a handsome prince and the cave where they stayed together gave way to a beautiful kingdom.

"I cannot thank you enough, dear traveler. I am Moros, I was the prince of the dragon kingdom, but I was banished from my home because of my cruelty! But you have shown me so much kindness and helped me realize my mistakes! I love you, dear Elpis, would you be willing to come with me to my home?" The dragon prince said, extending one of his hands to her.

The traveler took his hand and told him:

"I would love nothing more than to join you, my dear prince, for I have realized over the nights we spent together, that my home, and my heart also, lies with you."

The prince held the traveler in his arms as they returned to the kingdom of dragons, where she was gifted her own pair of beautiful golden wings. The dragon prince and his traveler were soon wedded and with eachother by their side, they lived happily ever after.

The end.

A/N: Please know that I, as the author, had every intention of giving human form Moros cool claw hands, but as it didn't really fit with the whole fairytale motif, I had to, very reluctantly, leave that detail out... (╥﹏╥)

[softlyjiminie]

to hold a dragon’s heart | k.t.h [ teaser ]

⇢ pairing(s): dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader,

⇢ word count: 19.1K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: smut, angst, fluff,  forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au.

⇢ summary: two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge,  never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?

⇢ warning(s): please read! major character death, violence ( torture scenes + fight scenes ), war, cursing, alocholism, unrequited love, arranged marriages, failing marriages,  imprinting, painful sickness, unexpected pregnancies, slight prejudice against mythical creatures and women, heavy smut, unprotected sex ( please wear protection ) , virgin + dom!taehyung, virgin + sub!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex ( male + female recieving ), nipple play, light degredation + dirty talk, breeding kink, cumplay, creaming, cunnilingus, slight exhibitionism, male masturbation,   taehyung has a two-headed penis (with spines), teaehyung has charcoal flavoured cum— i may have gotton carried away...

⇢ author’s note(s): a special fic as part of the @ficswithluv​ Luv Library project! epexcted date of publish is 10/03/20 and special thanks to @fantasybangtan​ for making the banner !! please comment to be tagged and feedback will be greatly appreciated <3

the crack of a snapping branch in the distance kicks your senses into overdrive, making you duck in anticipation of a sudden attack. with a hand hovering over the sheath of your sword, you inhale deeply through your nose to keep your heart rate steady. there is no time for nerves, YN, no time for hesitance. 

dragons were not creatures of remorse. 

you ease yourself out of the bushes, mindful of the ruffling leaves that glow with some kind of fluorescence, magic that you’d not once laid your eyes on in your entire life. had you not been in the deep wood of the enchanted forest, to find and kill the dragon prince, you would have admired them more. 

“why do you come, bearing a weapon?” 

perhaps you may have spent too long, admiring the glistening petals.

you gasp, whipping out your sword and holding its point to the throat of the boy before you. slowly, your eyes trail upwards, shock connecting in your irises as you realise that he’s...floating. the boy has the hair of the silver moon, eyes as deep blue as the rough and raging Gialara seas, his lips are the colour of a blood rose with small and pearlescent fangs resting comfortably against their plumpness. he also wears a loose silk shirt that hangs simply from one shoulder, exposing his pale and slightly scaled skin. his pants are also lose, black in colour like the night sky to match his shirt. you note, that while he floats upside down, head tilted back towards you and body arched, he is also barefoot. 

this must’ve been him, this must’ve been. “the dragon prince,” you hum cooly, steeling your eyes and reaffirming your stance. “i’m here to kill you.” your brows furrow in concentration, and the boy’s, in confusion. the dragon prince, pushes his bottom lip into a pout as he twists his body to face you fully. he sets himself down, against the plush grass and uses a single finger to flick your sword to the side. 

“you have found me, yes,” the boy nods, giving you a tilted and faint smirk after his curious stare fades away. “i am kim taehyung, son of Veles and prince of the dragons...” the dragon watches as your stance falters, mouth open in shock at his strength to manipulate your mother’s sword. your palms begin to sweat at the sound of his full title, the name of the dragon king reminding you of the loss of your mother. “and i know, you will not kill me. i sense your being is far too compassionate to kill a living thing.”

[princeindisguise]

The Heirs of Auradon

Every story ever told really happened, but they didn’t happen the way they’ve been told.

This story is about the children of famous fairy tale/Disney heroes and villains, primarily (at least for now) the children of Belle and Adam from Beauty and the Beast, Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, the Evil Queen from Snow White, Jafar from Aladdin, and Cruella de Vil from One Hundred and One Dalmatians. The idea and some of the events come in part from Disney’s Descendants movies, but mostly from Droo216’s incredible Descendants AU. 

Writing this was a lot harder than I thought. I’ve never written any sort of fanfiction before and I feel kind of awkward when I write in English since it’s my second language. It’s been a lot of fun though. So anyway, here’s the prologue.

Prologue

This story begins with a fourteen-year-old prince who becomes a beast at night. Sleeping is hard for him, no matter how he tries, so he escapes into the dreamlike rooms of the castle instead. Best of all is the enormous library. The transformations every night at sundown burns on his skin and has made it sore and sensitive, and the long, rough fur irritates his eyes, nose, and mouth. He wouldn’t mind any of it, if it wasn’t for the mirrors. He cannot stand the way he looks. That is not what a prince looks like, he thinks. And even true love can’t save me.

He doesn’t care what his kind, intelligent mother, or his father, who shares his experience, has to say. He is a fraud, and he knows it. His father could be cured, but he himself will never be anything but a monster. He is desperate for stories about people like him, but he’s never found any. Asking his parents about it isn’t something he dares to do. 

One night, in early spring, he sees something unfamiliar floating through the dark sky. It catches his attention and he puts the book he’s been reading back on the shelf. He is not mistaken – it is a dragon. It’s rising higher, still staying close to the castle. He follows it, rushing up the stairs, looking out a window whenever he passes one, and he doesn’t realize he’s been on the way to the west wing until he finds himself there.

A couple of years earlier he was there with his father. His father showed him the stalk of the enchanted rose, still floating an inch above the tabletop, surrounded by dried petals of dark pink. The rose, although dead, is still very valuable, his father told him. It holds a magic similar to the one that cured Rapunzel’s mother so long ago, and gave Rapunzel’s hair its golden color and healing powers.

He stops a couple of feet away from the balcony. There’s no dragon out there anymore – but there’s a girl. A girl is standing on the railing of the balcony, about to take a jump and step inside the castle. Her eyes are black, so is her hair, and her high cheekbones reminds him of something. She doesn’t quite look human. In fact, she looks like the dragon in some way, although he cannot say why.

None of them knows what to do. They are merely staring at each other. He wants to hide, because he thinks she’s looking at him like that because his beast form is scaring or disgusting her. Then, she says:

“What are you?” She doesn’t sound scared nor disgusted, only curious.

For some reason, it feels like a compliment. He takes a few steps towards her, slowly, as if not to scare her off.

“I don’t know, exactly,” he says.

She jumps down from the railing, landing on the marble floor of the balcony.

“What’s your name?” he asks her.

To his surprise, she doesn’t hesitate.

“Nefaria. Yours?”

“I’m… prince Beau.” Even though he is a prince, he immediately regrets calling himself one.

“Oh.” Suddenly, there’s no curiosity in her face anymore. “Your father is the beast.”

He doesn’t know if he wants to defend his father or himself, he just hears himself saying:

“My father is Adam, king of Rosencourt and high king of Auradon. He is not a beast, and neither am I.”

She smiles. She must be about his age, maybe even younger, but the look in her eyes makes her appear older. 

“I see. And you’re going to call him now, I suppose, and make him punish me for intruding?”

As he hears her saying this, he realizes why she’s there.

“I won’t. In fact, I’ll give you the rose petals. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Why would you do that?”

“Well, I want you to do something for me in return.”

“What?”

“Talk to me. Just for a while.”

 They talk. They talk about childhood memories, their experiences with different kinds of magic, and about their parents. He is quite sure she isn’t honest about everything, but he likes listening to her. When she tells him what her life is like, he somehow knows she’s telling the truth. He is appalled with what she has to put up with.

“That’s not how it should be,” he says.

“No one can make it better.”

“I can. I can give you everything you want. No one would ever do anything to you, or I’ll make sure they regret it.”

She smiles, and he’s proud, until she stops smiling.

“That sounds like something a villain would say.”

He swallows. He hesitates. She can feel it. She doesn’t say anything, making room for his words. It probably takes a full minute before he’s ready. When he is, he says:

“I am a villain.”

She snorts. He feels ashamed.

“What do you mean?” she says. “Of course you’re not.”

Rage is rising inside of him. It’s been waiting a long time.

“Isn’t it obvious? Look at me.”

She looks at him, head to toe, raising her eyebrows slightly. She smiles, then shrugs. As if he’s tried to impress her and hasn’t succeeded.

“I’ve seen worse.”

He hasn’t noticed the feathery sunlight moving further and further into the room. As soon as the light touches him, he will change back.

She says she has to go. To his relief, she doesn’t ask for the rose petals. 

“When can we meet again?” he asks her. 

“We can’t,” she replies.

He isn’t fast enough. In one or two seconds, she has jumped off the balcony. He runs after her, his arm still stretched out as if he could stop her fall. But when he reaches the railing and looks down, he can’t see her. A strange, in some way melodious roar makes him look up, and there’s the dragon again. A dragon in purple and black, moving its wings slowly over the soft winds, light from the rising sun melting over the scales.

It’s her, he thinks. The thought is like a whisper; he doesn’t dare believing it. As he’s thinking this, he is changing back to his human form, shrinking from the size of a beast to the size of a boy, suddenly feeling the morning chill when he loses his fur. He hardly notices. His thoughts whisper: She’s the dragon.

It’s her, he thinks. She’s the one. The one who is like me.

She’s flying into the fog surrounding The Isle of the Lost. Soon she’s devoured by it, having completely disappeared. He has never thought of the isle as a place where people live. It has always been there, somewhat visible behind the fog, but to him, it’s never really been anything but a painting.

That’s where she lives, he thinks. One day I will be king. When I am king, I can do whatever I want.

For the first time in his life, he is not only weighed down by the responsibility. For the first time, he thinks about all the power he is about to possess.

When I am king, Nefaria, he thinks. Then I will see you again.

[dragon-fics]

DOS: Hunter to Lover [pt. 2](Ugauc X Male Elf/reader)

Chapter summary: You wake up by Ugauc’s side and return home. You visit him in secrecy until you are stuck in his cave during s blizzard.

pt. 1, Pt. 2, pt. 3 pt. 4, pt.5, pt. 6

H/C = Hair Colour

I felt warm. It was a nice warm. Like it was the iciest winter, and I was snuggled up under my coziest blanket.

But that didn’t make any sense. It was spring and my mattress didn’t feel like my mattress. It felt more like I had sunk in a giant pillow that in. I could also hear water gurgling softly nearby.

Where am I?

My eyes snapped open in a panic. I could see dimly glowing blue and white specks on a grey rippling canvas above me.

Stars?

Yellow light streamed in through a opening, a green hue added by the leafy vines draped over the opening.

As I looked around, I remembered where I was. I was in his cave... the dragon’s cave. The dragon’s cave whose name I couldn’t remember.

And then there was the warm feeling that was wrapped around me. I looked down, a giant scaled wing delicately wrapped around me. I looked over my shoulder. More green scales.

So, he does have a beast form. I noted.

I propped myself up on my arms and looked behind me. His large green head was curled in around me, as if to provide some sort of border between me and the rest of the cave.

His breaths were deep and long, grumbling softly in his throat as he slept. I smiled at his snoozing body.

I crawled closer to him, feeling the ruff behind his horns. It was so smooth—like a petal. I ran my hand over the ruff, feeling my hand run over the cartilage fingers in it.

Then a new rumble came from his throat.

Was he... purring?

He was purring as I stroked his scales. His lips curled up into a smile. His smile made me smile.

I moved my hand down to his head, running my hands over the rougher scales of his cheek and forehead.

His smile grew bigger.

Good morning, came a masculine voice. The same voice I heard from the dragon the night before.

But he didn’t move his lips. He hadn’t moved at all.

I froze and retracted my hand.

I was enjoying that, he complained.

“How are you doing that?” I asked.

Talking in your head? He seemed amused by my confusion. He opened his eye, an amber gem staring right at me.

“You’re—you’re in my head?!” I exclaimed. I forced myself to my feet and backed up, only to have his wing hit my back.

The dragon raised his head, green scales shimmering in what morning sunlight came into the cave. He looked down at me, sympathy in his eyes. He lifted his wing, and I stumbled off the cushion of animal hides.

I’m sorry, but I have no other way to communicate with you in this form... and either way you’re the only person I can communicate with like this.

I looked straight at him, trying to look hard. 

Just give me a moment to shift and find my clothes.

I glanced aside and turned around.

A flash of light came from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see his bare back as he rummaged around for his trousers.

I quickly whipped my head around, face flushed bright red. Some explicit thoughts rushed through my head before I stopped myself and calmed down. I tapped my bare foot on the ground to distract myself.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t realise elves kept their thoughts to themselves,” He apologised.

I turned around, surprised he had apologized. “It—It’s fine, um—“

“Ugauc,” he reminded me.

I blushed, embarrassed I had forgotten his name. “Ugauc,” I repeated, “I’ll try to remember that.”

Ugauc gave a small nod and knelt by the stream. He cupped his hand and drank some crystal clear water.

“So, um, what did you mean by you’re the only person I can communicate with like this?” I asked, looking down at the meandering stream beside me.

“The bond that connects us, as soulmates, allows me to communicate with you through words, rather than through pictures or emotions with other dragons,” he rose to his feet. “Over time, our bond will strengthen so we can communicate even when we are apart. And after we... officially bond, that’ll be our first step to strengthening our bond... if you wish to do so, I mean. Or we could just spend as much time as we can together,” he finished, looking at me.

“Officially bon—oh... yeah, um,” my cheeks flushed bright red again. Ugauc chuckled.

“It’s all right, little elfling, I’m not ready for that either,” He strolled closer to me, eyes shining.

I smiled back at him.

Then a hungry gurgle came from my stomach.

“Shall I walk you home?”

*-*-*-*

“Here’s fine, Ugauc,” I said, stopping by the last line of trees that surrounded our snowy village.

Ugauc looked from his perch in one of the lowest branches in the tree beside me. He eyed every part of the village. “Are you sure I can’t deal with those elves for you?” He seemed to be annoyed by the fact he wasn’t allowed to take care of his ‘little elfling’ and deal with the elves who had abandoned me.

“If you do ‘deal with them’, you will be found and killed. They will hang your head in our great hall!” I said. “please, just stay safe and away from our village,” I pleaded.

Ugauc looked down at me, his narrowed pupils relaxing. He nodded his head.

“Now, please go before someone sees you. I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even gotten to know you.”

Ugauc slowly nodded his head again. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N),” he whispered. He turned around and hopped through the trees, gripping onto tree trunks with his sharp nails.

I sighed sadly as he leaped away, before starting forward, staring at my boots. My stomach gurgled again as I walked on the path to my home.

“Oh! (Y/N)!” Called my mother in a relieved cry. I could barely see her before she wrapped her arms around me in a firm hug.

“Mama, please,” I said, trying to sound embarrassed, but it relieved me to see her again, especially after almost thinking I was going to die at the claws of a dragon last night.

She let go of me and looked me over. “Oh, my son! You look famished and filthy!” She scowled. “Come home. I’ll make a big breakfast for you and you can have a hot bath straight after,” she decided with a firm nod. I would not fight her—not that I would have won.

Mama walked me home. As soon as she opened the door she exclaimed, “Look who’s home!”

*-*-*-*

So they’ve been dealt with? Ugauc asked as he tore apart a boar’s carcass, blood splattered against his emerald scales. It had been a week since the hunt, and Bracken and the rest of his team had not brought back a dragon, but they had brought back a dire wolf, which was enough to have them as part of the hunting squad. But our clan leader—who was Bracken’s father—had found out they had abandoned me mid-hunt, so they have been suspended from joining the hunting squad.

I flinched; I had yet to get used to Ugauc’s fierce eating methods. “For now,” I said ruefully.

Ugauc continued to tear the boar apart. We usually send traitors of dragon clans to the Queen’s arena to fight the fiercest of the clan; most don’t make it out alive.

I gave him a horrified look and thought of the best response. “I’m afraid we’re not dragons.”

Ugauc smiled as he ate. That is true. He swallowed his food. What about you? What are you going to do? Seeing as you weren’t part of the hunt.

“They gave me the option to join the squad, but I think I’d like to help teach young archers of our clan, or I might try out some new trades,” I said, nibbling on my snack; a pomegranate I was digging the seeds out of; one of the few fruits that grew in our harsh, snowy climate.

Ugauc dug around the carcass for the last of the meat left on the boar, before rolling it away and licking the blood from his chops and mouth. I will never understand how a creature can live their entire life eating plants and seeds. Meat is so tasty! You should try it sometime.

I shook my head. “Have you ever even tried plants?”

Ugauc paused. I’ve tried apples, mangoes, raspberries, blackberries, dragonberries and dragonfruit.

I stopped eating my seeds. “And what did you think of them?”

Apples, raspberries and blackberries are much too bitter for my taste. And dragonberries and dragonfruit have nothing to do with us! We barely even eat fruit! He raised his head snootily.

I laughed. “Well, at least you tried them,” I sighed. “I’ve never even seen most of them.”

Haven’t been around much, have you?

I shook my head.

Maybe we could do that in a while? Do some travelling together, I mean.

I thought for a moment. My parents sometimes talk about when they went travelling, when they were younger. I had always wanted to do the same with my future mate.

I smiled. “I’d love to do that.”

*-*-*-*

“Can you put me down now?” I asked. Ugauc held me firm in his grip. I had snuck off yet again to meet my boyfriend after almost a month of secretly dating.

Ugauc smirked. “No,” he replied smugly as he continued walking to his cave. Clouds were gathering above us. Blizzard clouds as I learned growing up in a village constantly being battered by snow.

“But I need to get home, Ugauc.”

“You’ll get caught in the storm if you go home now,” Ugauc said. “I’m not letting that happen.”

He was right; I knew he was, but I still had to get home.

“Ugauc,” I scolded. He let me go, and I stood in front of him. “I need to get home to my family.”

“You’ll freeze before you get to the village.” Ugauc said, trying to stay as calm as possible. “And I’ll be spotted if I fly to there, if the wind wasn’t already picking up.”

I sighed and turned around, walking towards his cave.

I rubbed my arms as I passed through the leafy vines hanging in the cave's mouth.

“I’ll gather some wood and start a fire for us,” Ugauc said, leaving the cave again.

“Stay safe!” I called after him. I was met with the sound of running water from the stream.

I moved over to the bed of animal hides, pulling a bison hide over my shoulders to keep me warm.

It wasn’t long before the wind howled outside, sending the vines into a swirling frenzy. I shivered, thinking of Ugauc out there. And with his wings... It’d be a long fight for him to get back.

Then I heard someone approach.

“Finally, you’re back,” I said, jumping to my feet.

But Ugauc wasn’t who came into the cave.

It was a female elf with long (H/C) hair and silvery robes.

“There you are, (Y/N),” she said.

“Eda?” I asked.

My sister smiled. “Yeah, of course it’s me, dummy,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. She looked around at the cave. “Woah! How did you find this place?” She turned to me. “And who were you waiting for?” She poked at the bison hide on my shoulders. “And how did you get this?”

“Eda, you—we—have to go,” I said, grabbing her wrist.

She furrowed her brow. “But you were here, so why do we have to leave?”

“(Y/N)! I’m back!” Ugauc shouted over the wind. Eda peered over my shoulder as he walked in.

I spun around, Ugauc dropped the wood in his arms. Eda stepped back, a horrified look on her face.

“Who is that?!” Ugauc and Eda exclaimed in unison.

[antigoneawake]

a n t i g o n e   k e n n e d y   g r a v e s

basics:

name: antigone kennedy graves. pronunciation: an·ti·guh·nee keh·nuh·dee grahvs. meaning: antigone- in place of a mother, unbending, against, compared to, like. kennedy- misshapen head or fierce headed. birthday: september 13th. age: nineteen. pronouns: they, she & her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: archibald graves (triplet), ajax graves (triplet). parents: john graves & elaine graves nee kennedy. other family: darcy kennedy (grandmother). languages: english. current residence: the graves triplet’s london flat. hometown: boston, massachusetts; new york city, new york.

wizard fun:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw. year of graduation: 1979. occupation: intern at the department of mysteries. pet: none. tig does bring home many strays to care for, though. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: goldfish. it symbolizes prosperity. it brings good luck and good fortune. with its golden scales and colorful patterns, they are associated with much wealth which it will share to those it guides. the gold fish is naturally strong. a big fish for its kind, it swims powerfully to get to where it wants. it also symbolizes a dragon in ancient eastern and oriental traditions, with legend holding that it can transform into a water dragon. its transformative powers make it a sign of power and virility. they exist in naturally serene environments. to view the goldfish and koi is to be reverted into a meditative state. this brings about a feeling of calmness and peace to those that see this animal as a guide. it causes those that see it to be still as well, easing their worries and letting their minds work more freely.  boggart: the memory of her parents bodies in their caskets. the idea of her brothers there with them. amortentia:   candy apple.  one of tig’s favorite treats that reminds her of the best memories of carnivals and festivals with her brothers back at home.  lavender.  lavender has always been tig’s favorite scent. her mother wore it in her perfume and tig also wears it. they used to grow small planters of lavender in their back yard too.  sea salt.  antigone loves the ocean. she always has. it is a life long dream of hers to live her life on the beach next to the ever present waves.  wand type: 9″ willow wood, thunderbird tail feather, springy.  willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner for a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however well they may try and hide it. while many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of greatest potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.  thunderbird wands were powerful but difficult to master, and were good for transfiguration work. wands with thunderbird tail feather cores, like the birds the feathers are taken from, are able to sense danger and can cast curses on their own. wands with thunderbird tail feather cores have been known to fire curses pre-emptively when supernatural dangers are present. affiliation: neutral.

appearance:

height: 5′4″. hair color: strawberry blonde. eye color: teal. typical hair style: antigone wears her hair long. it has soft curls that almost look beach like in their waves. she often wears her hair up in a simple ponytail with a big bow.  fashion style: tig wears sneakers, straight lined skirts or dresses, peter pan collars, and sweaters. she likes a soft palette of pastel colors. she occasionally wears overalls and high waisted shorts. her skates are always on her person. she loves floral patterns, simple colors, and plaids. [ fashion ] distinguishing features: tig has a look of otherness about her. her eyes are never quite focused on what is in front of her. she has a sprinkling of freckles on her face and a few scars on her arms from being caught in a rose bush as a kid.

personality:

positive traits: contemplative. amiable. open-minded. negative traits: unreliable. naive. nervous. theme song: something wild by lindsey stirling ft andrew mcmahon

headcanons:

tig doesn’t usually have pockets, actually. if she does, it’s because she’s wearing her overalls and if that’s the case, she has rocks and sticks in her pockets. she usually wears a dress or skirts that lack pockets, but she makes up for it by almost always having a pink knapsack with her. it was a gift from her brothers on one of their birthdays. in her bag, she almost always has a deck of tarot cards, a tiger’s eye and turquoise, bandages, dice, mints, bubblegum, an ink pen, a quill and ink pot, colored pencils, ribbons, sheet music, and there is always an assortment of sticks, leaves, and flower petals.

antigone has always been partial to the spring. she likes to watch the world bloom. tig has always had a special and loving connection with nature and it certainly feels the most powerful during the spring. the air is refreshing and breezing, and she will spend hours just laying in the grass on those days. 

she’s a rainy day kind of girl. is there anything better in this life than being caught in a spring shower? antigone graves thinks not. rain is even more beautiful to her because it can make her divinations decidedly more clear. she will stand letting the raindrops in her face for hours and has been caught doing it before. as a younger girl, her grandmother would chide her for coming home soaking wet and catching colds from it.

biography:

TW: death, parental death

The Graves family is one of the most well-known and revered pureblooded families in America and has been so for generations. John and Elaine met through an arranged engagement. However, unlike many who found themselves in a similar position, the couple fell deeply in love. They took up residence in a large colonial house right outside Boston. John focused on climbing the political ladder at MACUSA while Elaine delved into a promising fashion career.

Their pregnancy came as a bit of a shock several years into their marriage. That is, to everyone but John’s mother, a well-known seer who had long said they would have a rare miracle arriving. While they hadn’t planned it, they were both very pleased to begin a family. The surprises continued when they were told that they would be having triplets. Elaine opted to take a step away from the world of fashion so that John might continue his work in Congress. His career was at a crossroads that could not be put on hold. In fact, the choices he made during this time would change the course of his entire family.

The triplets were born just as the Massachusetts leaves had begun to change color and fall. Autumn welcomed them to the world. Antigone was born the middle of the three. A brother on either side and all born just before midnight.

Their childhood was one filled with incredible privilege and opportunities. The triplets were very well educated. Even before they started school at the Salem Institute for Witches, they were well versed in both general education and magical theories. From the beginning, Antigone showed a particular proclivity towards divinations, herbology, and care of magical creatures. Her grandmother was happy to groom her seeing abilities. She always had an innate curiosity. Her wonder for the world often drove her to study anything that she could care for, whether it be flora or fauna. No one could deny that she had a desire to care for things. A trait that was always praised and encouraged by her family.

It was in the triplet’s third year that rumors began to swirl about her father’s political dealings. He had obviously been angling to become President for some time. However, his staunch belief in pureblood supremacy and ties to controversial movements left the public torn in opinion of him. Antigone struggled to believe that her father, one of the most loving and kind men she knew, could ever be how these people described him. They even portrayed her mother as some sort of icy woman. That’s how she knew it all to be untrue. Her father even publicly stepped back from his more controversial views, appeasing most.

What she thought of the rumors would cease to matter as they ended their fourth year of school. An owl came to their headmistress in the dead of night. John and Elaine Graves had both been found dead in their Boston home. An angry citizen who disagreed with his views was the final word, but Antigone certainly didn’t believe it. It didn’t feel right, and all seers knew to trust their instincts above everything. There were too many signs that indicated it was not any wizard. It had to have been a hitwizard, although there was no telling which side ended up hiring them.

While their mother had no siblings or much family to speak of, John had a previously estranged sister in Europe who agreed to take in the now orphaned triplets. It was a large paradigm shift for Antigone and her brothers, who had always been taught that halfbloods and purebloods who did not remain so were dangerous to their way of life. Their father had not said more than a few sentences on his sister for the entirety of their lives. Frankly, Antigone forgot that she had an aunt more often than not. For the woman to show such open kindness and hospitality has her questioning everything that she’d ever been taught growing up.

Moving to a new country and beginning school in an entirely new place still feels like the carpet was pulled out from under her. However, Antigone realized her potential for change here. The last thing she wanted was to end up like her father and mother. Perhaps there was more she could learn from being more open-minded. That being said, she is realizing that there is more to learn and unlearn than she ever realized before and at times, it was all impossible to keep up with.

Hogwarts held its own set of challenges. The curriculum was different, there were people who had known each other for a lifetime that she’d barely remember, Antigone never knew who she could trust and who she couldn’t. What’s more, the world outside was storming. There was a brewing war that they had all been thrust into, and she had no idea where to stand. What she did know was that the images in the leaves told her horrible stories of the future. Stories that terrified her.

Graduation came before she knew it. With her father’s name in politics and her grandmother’s reputation as a seer, Antigone was offered several jobs off the bat. Finally, she decided to take on an internship in the Department of Mysteries as it felt like where she was most needed and useful. Working inside a government that she barely understands in a job that is nearly impossible to explain is a trial in and of itself. Luckily, it does the job to distract her from everything which wants to pull her towards either side of the conflict surrounding her.

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

ok im back with hour in red and this time im actually reading charms i havent before

light-as-clouds method aka knocks myself back from your hammer like a fucking rubbery jester

[protects myself with mud]

moon and earth marriage!!! lunar mates!!!

HDFLGSJ goblin-thwarting hunch is such a funny name. i just KNOW those little guys have been here.

[sploshes when i walk] oh thats uh. sap. from my wood aspect anima.

YES hundred devil masquerade YES slowly accumulates a collection of masks with their own personalities and legends

roses secret petal holy SHIT YES secret flower language!!! god it can be up to a page thats a very significant flower

oohhhgh shared breath understanding now THATS what i like to see. reification of metaphor in a fun and visceral way. also the fact that someone has to try and slurp your breath back up to get their voice back

mantle of elemental power is simply fucking secy. no further comments your honor. actually hold on i do have to comment on parrying with elemental bolt attack thats so so hot

a s i n t h e b e g i n n i n g holy shit you can even combine them!

CAUTERIZE

FUCK yeah wrath grounding guard is SEXY i just drain the lightning into my sword

god the fucking anime ass wood aspect of dragon-scale shield

cut a fucking sword in half! rumbling earth rebuke!

fulminating thunderclap surge i can literally FEEL the anime ultimate animations in my head

jesus CHRIST spilling the mountains blood. i mean its one thing to turn your enemys blood to lava but it also is just very strong

i really really really wanna build a boss fight with these melee charms

[medicinalvoodoo]

[ COLORS ] red. crimson. burgundy. brown. beige. ochre. sienna. orange. peach. tangerine. gold. amber. yellow. mustard. green. lime. mint. emerald. olive. cyan. blue. teal. navy. purple. lilac. plum. pink. coral. black. white. ivory. grey. pastels. jewel tones. neons. rainbow.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. phasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. speed. strength. teeth. claws. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. rubber. vinyl. carbon fiber. circuits. (added, ink)

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. plains. moors. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. hills. highlands. islands.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenix. peacocks. coyote. bears. seals.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. reading. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing. fortune-telling.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hoodie. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. sneakers. boxers. briefs.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. seascape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. sleepwalking. coworkers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions.

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Tagging: @radiohellcaster @radiodemonstatic @clovenwhore @24kking @skippy-says-hello

[rainy-rose]

Hello and happy WBW! Are there any specific rituals and beliefs in relation to death in your worlds?

Hullo and happy WBW! I had to think a bit for R’s and S&P soo those two might not soud that coherent. But I have soem for Silver Serpent.

The O’Duinns in Silver Serpent due to them being an Ancestral family have a few rituals:

1. They receive warning - for the past 600 years or so, Eimear, the Banshee, has joined and bonded with the family so she knows when somebody is going to die with at least a day in advance. Most of the times. She has seen a lot of death and each of new one still affects her. The fact that medicine has advanced and people do not die as often makes her glad. 

2. They have their own cemetery on their land, it looks like a forest not a cemetery since for every grave they have planted a tree so that the body can be a part of nature and nourish it. There is one big old tree where one of the O’Duinn oldest ancestor is buried, possibly the one who made the pact with Nathair. And from there, younger and younger trees spiral and coil in an irregular patterns that resembles a snake. In cases of war or plague, when more poeple have died, there are tighter and tighter coils. The oldest tree reminds anyone who passes by of the contract made with Nathair, countless generations ago. 

3. Burial - the family and loved ones gather around the freshly drug grave. Some of them sing old celtic hyms for the safe journey of the dead while other accompany them on instruments. The casket is of a plain wood, decorated with different types of snakes on the outside and lines with a thin, soft cotton on the inside and mostly in the head area. The body is burried with a piece of jewlry, the same one which Nathair used during the duration of the person’s life. The coffin is lowered by two members of the family, the ones the deceased felt the clossest to, and by Nathair in one of his oversized snake forms. 

4.  Mourning - there is no limit to the grieving period, it depends on the person. Men wear loose clothing in the departed favourite colour. Women wear long dresses in the same colour. People with long hair generally choose to braid it tightly, while those with short hair shave it, though there have been cases when a person with long hair chose to shave it off. 

Nathair - in the begginig he did not understand of all of this ceremony, especially since at some point there where claims such as “their soul is joining Nathair and will help him as he has helped us” which he was completly against amd made it very clear very fast. In time he understood that this helps the humans and although he still finds most of it unnecessary, he participates

Scales and Petals

I do not know much about the land of the Rose yet ( case in pint it doesn;t have an actual name yet) and how it different from the human world when it comes to the mourning rituals and beliefs of the average person. 

However when it comes to a Guardian, there is a bit of a ceremony.  The other Guardians, if thre are any, prepare the body, if there is one. It differes for every Giardian as it if particlar to the deceased’s land/worls of origin. The Rose particpates as well. After the prepataration is complete Lukares takes over. Depending on the now dead Guardian’s wishes, the dragon will either take to their world so that they can rest in their mother’s land, or he wiould take them to one of the many burial sites and ruins and lay them there to rest. There is no clear cut preference between the two, but the ones that choose the land of the Rose believe that theor spirit will rise and help train a new guardian. It has happened several times. 

Raflec’s Story

Humans - depending on the region the body is either burned, buried or weightened down and buried at sea followed by prayers and hyms to the gods to take care of the new soul heading ther way.

Kilveh - the body is returned to Nature, buried without a casket and sometimes naked, in a shallow grave. It can also be placed in a small cave or at the base of a tree. A kilveh’s death is not followed necessarily by a period of mourning (human raised kilveh might grieve, but regular kilveh don’t really), they have a period in which they cease all activity and feel a sort of peace/balance/numbness. As they do not see death as a loss, but rather a return to their roots, as their turn to give back what has been given to them during life, they do not feel the same sadness that humans feel.   

[womenofice]

BOLD: Most frequent, Definitely

Italics: Conditional or Private 

Cross Out: Hell. No.

Sabella Ivarstead.

[ COLORS ]  red. crimson. vermilion. tomato. burgundy. brown. tan. beige. ochre. sienna. orange. peach. tangerine. marigold. amber. yellow. citrine. mustard. butter. daffodil. green. lime. mint. emerald. olive. blue. royal blue. teal. navy. sky. purple. lilac. mauve. plum. amethyst. pink. coral. magenta. rose. blush. black. jet. ebony. licorice. bistre. white. ivory. snow. vanilla. champagne. grey. dove grey. charcoal grey. slate. ash. pastels. jewel tones.

[ ELEMENTS ]  fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[ BODY ]  claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[ WEAPONS ]   fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[ MATERIALS ]   gold. silver. platinum. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. vinyl. carbon nanotubes. circuits. vibranium. adamantium.

[ NATURE ]   grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands. islands.

[ ANIMALS ]  lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. monkeys. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. parrots. chickens/roosters. mice ((her only response is “fucking skeevers”)). jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ]   sugar. salt. candy. water. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ]   music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing.

[ STYLE ]   lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. bracers. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. cargo pants.

[ MISC ]   balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions.

Tagged by: Stolen from @bitofthisandthat​

Tagging: Everybody!!

[multiipl]

BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR CHARACTER.

[ COLORS ] red. crimson. vermilion. tomato. burgundy. brown. tan. beige. ochre. sienna. orange. peach. tangerine. marigold. amber. yellow. citrine. mustard. butter. daffodil. green. lime. mint. emerald. olive. blue. royal blue. teal. navy. sky. purple. lilac. mauve. plum. amethyst. pink. coral. magenta. rose. blush. black. jet. ebony. licorice. bistre. white. ivory. snow. vanilla. champagne. grey. dove grey. charcoal grey. slate. ash. pastels. jewel tones.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. phasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. vinyl. carbon nanotubes. circuits. vibranium. adamantium.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands. islands.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote. bears. seals.

[ FOOD/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing. fortune-telling.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. cargopants. shawl.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. seascape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions

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tagging: Anyone that wants to

[shadowlorddemon]

Dragon Knight vs Dragon Witch

https://stormcrawler75.tumblr.com/post/179194980828/head-canonfic-idea

(I love this idea. I really do. But... what If Virgil’s animal form’s size is just his default size? What if he can change his size if he want to. He can change to from mouse size to airplane size.

Sudden an idea came to me. What if when the Light Sides(plus a dark side) decided to have an adventure in Roman’s world.

What if the Dragon Witch did challenge, not just to Roman but to his companies, for a fight. Roman is unsure if they want to be involved. The two sides agreed to help him out(to Logan’s reclusiveness) But Virgil refused.

He’s just too anxious to fight right now. His reaction to this situation was to run. Three light sides understood that he doesn’t want to fight. Ensues in the middle of battle, the light sides shifts into their animal forms to give them an advantage since Dragon Witch is in her dragon form.

But unknowingly to the sides, the Witch cheats. Now we’re at the point where three sides are injured badly. Virgil watches with growing horror. He realized that the Witch will kill them.(not really but...) Virgil cannot allows this to happens.

As the Witch was about to deliver a final blow when a shrilly roar interrupted her. The Witch and three sides looks and saw what was once in Virgil’s place is a massive purple dragon. And is it just me or does the dragon looks very angry?) (ooc ensued in the story) there’s a hint of Prinxiety if you look closely.

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“You want to what?” Logan said monotonously. Roman nods excitedly. “Yeah! I want you guys to join me for my adventure!” Logan blinks softly as Patton grins in excitement and Virgil stares at him with unreadable expression.

“I’m not sure, Ro... I mean...” Virgil said nervously as the memories of Roman threatens him in Roman’s world came back to him. Roman’s face faltered for a moment as he is aware that what Virgil was talking about before jumping back to his expression. “I can just show you my garden! Come on, guys, I want to spend time with four of us.” Patton is basically bouncing in his seat. “I would like to go on an adventure with you guys too!” Patton exclaims.

Logan sighs softly. “Fine. I guess I could use a time away from work.” Virgil gulps, his guts screaming at him that something bad would happens. Virgil lets out a shakily breath. “...okay, let’s go.” Virgil finally said.

Roman pumps up to the air. “Great! You guys won’t be disappointed! I promise!” Virgil lets out a soft groan under his breath. Virgil is going to spend half of his time worrying about the possible dangers in future, isn’t he?

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“Wow! Your garden is so beautiful!” Patton lets out a squeal when he examined the rose bushes in various of colors. Roman grins proudly. “Thanks! I’m actually proud of this garden.” Logan hums. Virgil scans over the garden. He can see marigolds, daisies, tulips, roses, violets, dandelions and various of flowers he doesn’t know names.

He paused when he saw the flowers that he was fond of; Rain Lilies. He slowly walks toward the bundles of rain lilies. The lilies are varied from white to yellow to pink.

He bends down to get a close look to lilies. He reaches out to touch the petals. Virgil makes a small smile as he glazed over the lilies.

“Virgil?” Virgil jump a little before he turn around. “Yea?” He said. Roman stares at him before shifting his glance to the lilies. “You like rain lilies?” Roman said quietly. Virgil hum softly as he turn back. “Yes, I’m actually very fond of them.”

Roman gulps nervously. “Anyway, anyway, I want to show you and other something so won’t you please follow me?” Virgil stays there for a moment before stand up. He turns around to Roman. “Okay. Lend a way, Princey.”

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“Just little more, guys! Let push it on!” Roman said with excitement laced his voice. Patton skips his way toward Roman since Roman walks little too fast. Logan lets out a groan. “Not all of us can walk fast as you do, Roman.” Virgil smirks.

“YOU!” A roar. The sides stop abruptly and looks at where the roar came from. Roman’s eye hardened when he saw his swore enemy. “Dragon Witch.” He says coldly. A large black dragon lets out a growl. “Roman, the prince of this land and my swore enemy, how dare you to strut into my territory.” Roman rolled his eyes. “Seriously? This isn’t your territory. I walk wherever I want to walk.” Roman’s words clearly upsets the Witch. She snarls softly. “Very well, Prince Roman. I challenge you and your companions to a fight!”

Roman’s breath catches up in his throat. Patton blinks. Logan and Virgil looks at each other.

“...guys...” Roman began as he slowly turns to his family. “You don’t have to stay and fight beside me.” Patton lets out a sigh. “You know... you did tell us about your tales of your battles with dragon witch.” Patton speaks with caution. “I...” Logan drew a breath. “I wouldn’t be mind to fight by your side...” Logan grinds his teeth as Roman beams at Patton. “...I will fight with you, Roman.” Roman and Patton looks at Logan, surprised. “Just... don’t make me regret my decision.” Logan adds firmly. Roman nods.

Virgil shuffles his feet. “I don’t know if I want to. I mean-!” “Virgil.” Virgil looks up at Roman. “Like I said before, you don’t have to do this.” Virgil gulps. Virgil can feel regret and anxiety seeping though his core. He is a protector. He should be protecting them. He glance up at three sides, which already engages into the battle of the Witch.

This isn’t good. Patton and Roman are in their animal form and Logan seems desperate to help out but the Witch overpowered them. Virgil can feel familiar feeling of cold grip of anxiety. He doesn’t know why he hadn’t stepped in. Damn his anxiety. Not only it sometimes hold Thomas back, it holds Virgil back as well. Virgil only can watch from distance. He can see the injures of his family suffering from. Patton have couples of scratches, few are deep and require stitches. Logan only gets three or four scratches. But Roman is worser than other, clearly the Witch is forced on him solemnly. Virgil still doesn’t understand why cannot he step in. Oh, ya. His anxiety. Of fucking course. He is a fucking coward. How else wouldn’t he step in-

AAAARRGGGGHHH!!!!!

Virgil’s thought train is interrupted by the sound that Virgil never ever want to hear. He looks at Roman, saw a deep gash on his left side. He can see Roman’s blood on the witch’s clawed paw.

Blood. Red. Red. He only can see red. How she dare do this. How. Dare. She.

“Any last words, Prince?!” The dragon roared. Roman lets out a shakily breath. He unconsciously flex his claws, probably from sheer pain on his left side. Roman can see Patton yelping at him, Logan rushes toward Patton and Virgil... Wait, where’s Virgil?

A roar. The roar isn’t coming from the Witch. The Witch paused, raises her head around to find the source of the roar. Roman, Patton and Logan does same. Soon enough, they finds the source. They didn’t except to find another dragon.

“What the...?” The Witch said with pure confusion.

The dragon looks familiar to the sides. Patton gasps softly. “Virgil...?” He spoke softly. Roman can’t believe his eyes. The purple dragon. When Virgil transformed front of them for first time, he was almost a dog-size like Patton. But Virgil, he is not a dog-sized this time. In fact, he is about big as an airplane. The purple scales shone under sunlight. The large wings are spending out, an attempt to intimidate the witch. The Witch is intimidated, very much so. The eyes with silted pupils glared at the witch, held so much rage.

“W-wh-Who are y-yo-you?!” Huh, the Witch stutters. She is really scared of Virgil but refused to back down. Virgil lifts head up. He exhaled deep black smoke. Whoa, he’s really angry.

“You. You dare to hurt my friends. My family. They’re my family. And you hurt them.” Virgil snarled. Roman can actually see the witch flinched by his tone.

“A-and?! T-th-they are the o-one who d-da-dare to-!”

“SILENCE!” Virgil roars, silenced the witch.

Roman never thought to see his swore enemy trembling.

“I-I am s-so so-so-Sorry. I-I w-wi-will le-lea-leaves you a-al-alone.”

Virgil scowled at her. “You’re willingly to back down from your challenge?” His voice rumbles with anger. The Witch let out a small eep before nods feverishly.

Virgil lets out a hmrp. “...leave.” He said with such force that the Witch didn’t waste any seconds. Virgil scoffs. “That’s what you get for messing with my family.” He grumbled as he turns his attention to the sides. “Roman? Patton? Logan? Are you okay?” He said, his voice went from rough and loud to gentle and quiet. Roman winced from the pain. “Yeah... We might need stitches for our deep injuries but we’re okay now.” Virgil stares at them before sighs softly, black smoke escape from his mouth.

He carefully walks toward the sides and lying down. “Roman,” Virgil whispers. “Whatever you want to show us, I think it have to wait.” Roman stares at him. “Yeah...I guess you’re right.” He said as he looks down. Virgil nods.

“Um. Virgil?” Virgil turns his head to look at Logan. “You... you can change your size?” He said, still stunned by Virgil’s size. Virgil smiles softly at Logan. “Yes. I can change my size.”

(I feel I should clarify that Dragon Witch is only size of two-stories house. Virgil is much bigger than her, making him very intimidating)