#she's so tired. and so traumatized. and miraculously so grounded despite that all

[aingeal98]

Thought about Daisy Johnson too long again. 7 dead 5 injured.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Nightwing 83 Review

guess who isn't weeks late this time. my opinion of the series is going up a little bit. it's still not great, but i'm not actively put off by it anymore the way i was after 81. not going to tag as spoilers, but be warned that they are under the cut

i’m sure you all are well aware of this but now, but dear god i love bruno redondo’s art. like, an unhealthy amount. the pink and blue is getting to be a theme with either him or just this run, but i am definitely enjoying it. the movement in this cover is clearly obvious, but well done. you recoznize right off the bat that the cover was drawn to drag your eyes down the page until you get to the bottom, but you enjoy the whole ride there. 

also, redondo’s way of drawing a character in stages of action so we can see just how much they’re doing in a split second of movement is quickly becoming something i like to see drawn with dick, and any other character that has that sort of ease of movement and body sense, like cass or sin or maybe a super. 

and he’s in action the entire time! there’s shot drawn just to show off a shirtless comic book character, the way nightwing is so often subjected to. he’s shirtless because he’s changing his clothes, and that’s all we see, no more and no less. very practical, very well done. i like it.

he looks so cute right here oh my god. the little squint, the hair curls. it’s adorable.

but also like. unless melinda has specifically outfitted the door spyhole so that the person on the other side can’t see dick looking through it (and in all honesty she might have) then everyone on the other side can see dick looking through that door. 

bringing your attention back to the “i can’t see melinda’s fbi file oh no!! it’s redacted!! whatever can we do!!” stupidity. redacted files are child’s play for oracle, and definitely doable for both dick and bruce. so that’s bullshit.

now, melinda apparently grew up with the maroni family, then took down part of the family from the inside. the maroni family is a large and notable presence in gotham, one that bruce pays a respectable amount of attention to. he definitely would have grown suspicious when two members of the maroni family were taken down, and with some investigation, he would have discovered melinda’s plan. and it should go without saying that the majority of things you see batman doing? dick can do it too.

it’s not so much that i don’t like how clever the villains/antiheroes are getting. i don’t like how dc heroes are increasingly written as less intelligent. they seem to be relying on pure fighting skills or luck, which may be the case for a couple heroes, but has never been the case for most of dc’s big name heroes, the bat family included. it’s irritating to me to see this sort of stuff pop up as a major plot point when i know that, if dick or bruce had been written with the amount of skill and power that they canonically possess, this entire mess would have been sorted out years ago.

unrelated but dick and melinda have the same hair

this may just be me, but i was always under the impression that dick doesn’t really have a “double life???”

yes, he’s talented enough to create enough differences between robin/nightwing and dick grayson’s mannerisms, way of movement, voices, and speech patterns so that it’s very difficult to put the two together.

but nightwing has never been separate from dick grayson, not the way bruce and batman is. he’s always leaned more towards clark in that aspect: his hero persona is an exaggerated, stately, larger-than-life version of who he really is. there’s no second persona, no real “dick grayson identity” and “nightwing identity.” they’re the same person with the same goals, ideas, and skills. one just pretends to abide by the law, and one gives up pretense of that.

oh good thank god. if he’d trusted her right off the bat (hehe. bat.) i would have slapped him upside the head. at least he’s still got instincts.

gosh the colouring on this is cool. the red has enough purple and pink tones to it that it doesn’t abruptly ruin the tone of the artwork. but it’s definitely glaring enough to take the reader outside of this personal moment they had slipped into between dick and melinda, to put them back in the present where they’re reminded that oh yea there are people hunting dick down. 

the next panel keeps this up too, in a less severe way. melinda’s bodyguard shows up (i forgot her name sorry :[ ) and subtly places us in the middle of an action scene rather than a private, personal scene.

laughing so fucking hard have our little vigilantes grown so accustomed to breaking into places that it doesn’t even register as a crime anymore??? tim coming in through the fire escape to pick bernard up for their date and being very much confused as to why bernard is freaking out.

i really like melinda’s shirt and now despite all the work i have to do and the fucking conference i have to host on monday i want to spend hours scrolling through clothing shops online trying to find this shirt. the mock neck/neckline is so cool i want it

so roland just assumes that a very dangerous vigilante who is highly talented in combat and a very dangerous bodyguard who is also highly talented in combat had a fight that ended with this very dangerous bodyguard being tied up and she looks completely fine? roland just assumes that her having no visible wounds or bruises means that they got into a fight and she lost that easily? uh. aight then

dick what are you doing. legitimately what the fuck are you doing. why are you posing oh my god. you are injured and tired and in absolutely no position to go hand to hand with one of main enemies. jesus christ run away or head to lower ground or something. don’t just stand around letting the floodlights show exactly where you are.

i don’t understand what he’s trying to do here??? blockbuster fully bought the story that dick fought them both, won, tried to get info out of them and failed, then hightailed it out of there. he didn’t have to draw roland out for a fight.

but it does look cool. the way the light just highlights his silhouette and the blue parts of his costume does look badass. he does get style points in my book for this.

w h a t  d i d  i  f u c k i n g  t e l l  y o u ,  d i c k ?

very classic superhero line and it does sound like something dick would say in a fit of righteous rage but also it makes me laugh so hard because all vigilantes think they’re so powerful that the law doesn’t apply to them. dick vigilantism is illegal. you’re acting above the law and pretending it doesn’t apply to you. hypocritical much?

it happens so often in superhero movies, tv shows, comics, whatever and it makes me giggle every damn time.

pretty decent comeback but before i start seeing people writing blockbuster as a thug i’m going to remind you that he made a deal with a demon for genius level intellect. if this turns into another bane situation i’m going to be a little miffed. he’s a smart man, which makes him a dangerous and infinitely more interesting enemy for nightwing.

this is so horribly in character i want to scream. (or. at least. it lines up with one of the versions of nightwing i have in my head.) he’s running right towards the bullets, miraculously doesn’t get shot, while making a sort-of pun. i hate this so much. i love him.

this is cool. this art is really really cool.

he leaped from a building right towards a helicopter that’s actively shooting at him, but none of the bullets are touching him. none of the corruption of the city can touch him no matter how hard it tries, because he’s too good to be corrupted. Comic Book Logic Can Be Good Sometimes Actually.

batman’s belt what??? swiss army knife who?? sorry, i only know nightwing’s bright blue escrima.

this is one of my favourite things about heroes with exceptional abilities, even more so if the hero is human. the things they can do are so far beyond the realm of normal human abilities that it’s equal parts terrifying and awe-inspiring every time they act.

he just used modified grappling wires to hook to the door of a moving helicopter, swung around the helicopter safely without hitting the blades, gained exactly the right momentum to swing upward again right through the opening of helicopter, then fought and tied up the men before they had any idea what was happening. that’s near impossible to do.

it’s stuff like this where i just sort of sigh in contentment. no matter how many times they leave out dick’s detective skills or conveniently forget that he’s actually a master planner and team leader and make him out to be this forgetful dude who makes everything up on the fly because of his “circus roots,” at least they won’t ever take away dick’s sheer physical ability honed to perfection. 

the art, too! in a few panels, dick’s drawn a little lightened or blurred. he’s moving so quickly and fighting so efficiently that he can barely be seen by the enemy. he’s got perfect form all the way through.

and THIS!

there was a helicopter that had five men shooting at him with what looks like machine guns. most people would be dead. some would run away, and be nimble enough to survive without fatal hits. there are very few people, even in fucking comic books, who can look at that hopeless situation and turn it around so quickly and thoroughly that he benefits from it instead.

i just. love nightwing.

it was funny the first time as a comic reader aware of the meme. it’s really not anymore. why the hell would you, in universe, be wearing a shirt that has a picture of your boyfriend being hit in the face by his father. 

okay that was funny. 

look at lil bitewing, so concerned for her human!!! love her sm. 

also a question as to the timeline of things. is nightwing happening before or after urban legends? 

i was so distracted by dick wearing a robe and briefs and nothing else that i didn’t register the second part until later. he slept for two days?? babs, baby, he recently had a very traumatic brain injury. why do you sound so nonchalant?

@TIM X COFFEE SHIPPERS GET FUCCCCKKKKEEDDDDD

ngl i totally forgot about that dude oops

this comic is giving so many reaction pictures. you know how you always use the worst possible picture of your friend for your friend’s contact picture? i’m just getting so many of these.

leslie!!! the titans!!! lucius!!! dick going to go see old friends!!!! the titans!!! this part made me so irrationally happy it really did. gar being the one to just. offer dick solutions with open arms. this was the best

i wish i could just copy and paste this entire scene, but that would take up way too much space, so i’m just going to talk about it instead. 

you gave me my name, nightwing, and you gave me some of the best advice i’ve received in my life: beautiful little throwback to nightwing’s origin. you’d be surprised at the amount of people who don’t know where the name came from, or who don’t know how much clark means to dick. and the fact that dick still looks up to clark as a hero, recognizes that clark isn’t always perfect and yet continues to hold him in such high esteem, and still looks back on advice that clark gave him fondly just warmed my heart so much.

for a man who has fearlessly stood up to darkseid, bruce will do a lot to avoid a conversation: “grrr. i’m the BATMAN. i’m so DARK and MYSTERIOUS. nobody knows the true me. no one ever will. i will be LONELY for the rest of my CURSED LIFE. such is the price of a hero. ignore my farmer himbo husband in the background”

but i don’t think there’s anything heroic about being a billionaire: another nod to how much dick follows clark’s example rather than bruce. yes, this was a very poignant and important criticism, and i think it’s wonderful that this was published in a pretty popular comic book. but the thing is, there is a way to be a heroic billionaire, but only in fictional universes. the way bruce, ollie, t’challa only ever use their wealth to help people. they donate massive amounts of money to charities that they themselves create so they know exactly how the money is being used. they hire people who aren’t likely to get jobs anywhere else and pay them much more than what a base living wage is. they use their power to help push progressive laws and social change. they are helping. 

dick doesn’t fully see it that way. he spent more than half his childhood the son of a billionaire, but still believes that one could be more heroic when one doesn’t have obscene amounts of wealth. whose example do you think he followed to come to that conclusion?

superman looked up to alfred pennyworth?: i mean yea alfred may have been a wildly irresponsible guardian and one hell of an enabler but goddamn if he didn’t love his kid.

you don’t need my input. you’ve thought it all through: ooooooh this line made me grin. for so long, dick’s treated clark as a mentor and a guiding figure. he’s still seen as a kid, an up and coming, snot-nosed titan with dreams of a better world. clark still thinks of him as a kid, despite watching him grow up. but this little line was something i think dick needed sorely to hear. he doesn’t need anyone’s guiding hand on his shoulder, he doesn’t need to ask for permission. he doesn’t need clark to support him the way he did when he was a teenager. he’s all grown up now, and he doesn’t need clark’s help. i imagine it was a bit of a surprise for dick to hear that. 

honestly, i couldn’t think of a better role model: ohhh but it doesn’t stop there. clark just straight up turns the tables on dick. imagine you’re dick, and you’ve looked up to this one hero your entire life, and then one day he turns to you and says that he thinks you’re so kind and smart and worthy of a person that he wants you to mentor his son!? goes to show just how much clark trusts dick.

i swear to god dick probably cries every time he hears clark compliment him because bruce is so rare and sparing with his praise that clark giving him the slightest hint of approval is just a dopamine rush.

also, now deathstroke and superman have both asked nightwing to mentor their kids. the juxtaposition is fuckin hysterical. imagine either of their reactions when they realize what kind of company they’re with

lets talk colours for a second, because i absolutely adore how classic colour tropes have been subverted in this comic, and in this general run really.

warm tones have usually (usually, not always) been associated with light and comfort and friendship and,,,,,well,,,warmth. whereas cool tones are usually used to unsettle, or make a scene seem colder and put the reader on edge. this varies if a comic only uses cool tones, or only uses warm tones, but if a comic uses both, this is generally well-used.

that isn’t the case in this run.

dark red, orange, and other warm tones have been used to symbolize danger, action, attacks. hot pink isn’t usually included in this colour group, but it’s definitely part of it in this case. in contrast, scenes that have cool colours give us the impression of slipping into a comfortable, calm scene with babs, tim, the titans, and other allies. even the beginning scene with superman has this blue, but then it transitions into something more golden coloured. dawn broke over dick, as his new idea came to light, and that was reflected in the art (and the sunrise setting.)

have there ever been times when dick’s longed for the comfort of his mask because he didn’t feel confident as dick grayson? i can’t think of any. i may be wrong, but this struck me as pretty ooc.

am i just??? gay and reading this all wrong??

cause i was under the impression that when someone says they are grateful for your friendship you don’t immediately kiss them. 

or is this like. normal straight mating rituals.

i mean he’s smiling afterward but still babs aren’t you supposed to at least make sure it’s okay first? you guys broke up a while back after you said something along the lines of “i want to be coworkers with you and nothing more because i don’t trust you or feel comfortable around you as a civilian anymore.” like lmao after you say something like that to someone i would assume that you don’t have the permission to just kiss them whenever you want.

show of hands who else got real sad when they realized dick was talking about himself in this.

sure, he could be referencing the things he’s seen blockbuster pull, and the children on the streets. but “i’ve seen money used for enforcement,” sounds a little too close to dick’s entire life being destroyed by one man threatening the circus to pay protection money for me to completely ignore. and “i’ve seen the poorest and most vulnerable blamed and punished rather than assisted” becomes a lot worse when you remember dick was thrown in juvie for a couple months until bruce was able to obtain legal guardianship, and in there, not a authority figure believed him when he told them his parents were murdered.

he’s lived this before.

a. mother. fucking. typo.

fucking why

i mean i’ve stated my distaste for the batfamily groupchat before but like. this is reaching new levels of ridiculousness. jason sounds like he was written by a fanfic writer. tim sounds like he was written by a fanfic writer. steph sounds like she was written by someone who doesn’t know the first thing about steph and wanted to include her for “family points!!!!!” damian’s supposed to be completely off the grid, and everyone’s searching for him. i do love the way cass texts tho.

well god fuck now i’m crying

dick got a phone call, a sorry, and a thank you out of bruce. i feel so much secondhand happiness for him, if that’s a thing. we’ll just ignore the way bruce looks ugly af and focus on the good parts okay?

and again with the colour symbolism here!

i’m either going to love this or hate this. who knows, we’ll see.

something something hearts something something pink is an evil colour something something. i need to know more about this guy but there’s definitely symbolism there. 

is it just me or does this dude look like the backstabbing traitorous absolutely motherfucking piece of shit villain that killed tadashi hamada in big hero 6?

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Girl’s Night Out

Final Lisa Snart Appreciation Week fic, back when I was on the captaincanary train and thought the show could use some female friendships.

"We are going to rule this place!" Lisa whooped enthusiastically, running to the street and urging the blonde behind her to hurry up. 

"Calm down, Party Princess. Don't want people to think you're already drunk and cut you off." Sara retorted at the woman's giddiness. 

"Cut me off? Never. Who wouldn't give little ol me a drink" Lisa drawled, putting on the most angelic face she could muster, and twirled a strand around her pinkie. That got the men every time. The sweet, nice farm girl role was easy to play and so much fun to watch how they fall over themselves to carry her bags, and shoes, and comfort her when she threw up in the toilet, warning her not to go too fast yet always offering her a round of mimosas the second she perked up. It was Thursday night. Girl's night for Sara and Lisa. 

It had started a couple of months ago when Leonard miraculously returned from the dead. Lisa had almost refused to believe it. After months of mourning she didn't want to be reminded of him or worse, see it was just some imposter. It would hurt too much. But Mick basically dragged her along to the mission and she had been thrilled to see it was the real Leonard. Leonard had been beaten, traumatized and depressed but slowly he got better with the help of the Legends and especially with the care of herself, Sara and Mick. 

When Lisa had found out about Sara and Leonard's relationship, well to say that the Snart protective streak was all on Leonard's side, please. She stalked the Lance home and once Sara entered her room, Lisa asked her point blank what her intentions were with her brother and that if she ever broke his heart due to some stupid-You're evil, I can't be with you excuse, she was personally going to cut some body parts and feed it to her. 

After Sara had calmed her down (i.e. kicked her ass), she assured her that she would in no one intentionally hurt her brother.

Lisa grudgingly had to apologize for shoving the knife to her throat. The next day, Sara decided to make up for the whole confrontation by hanging out together. 

It had been a blast. Lisa didn't have many girl friends, even Shawna the only Rogue she hated out with voluntarily, hardly counted since she was gone as soon as the heist was over. Plus Sara was pretty cool, she didn't take crap from any man or woman, always was ready and willing to do some motorcycle races, drinking contests and even started teaching her how to knock a guy out with a boa stick. Nor did she sigh about how handsome Leonard was. 

When Lisa had asked about their relationship, without weapons, Sara just explained how Leonard had helped her through a tough time and that he was very "cool" to say the least. 

Bad puns aside, Thursday nights when Sara was home from traipsing around in the past the two would hit Central and sometimes Starling City and go clubbing. 

Their first stop was Saints & Sinners. Lisa ran to the dance floor, grinding and shoving herself to the middle of the ground. Enjoying the heat and action and the strobe lights hitting her silver sequined mini dress, sending sparkles around.  

She looked around for Sara and saw she was by the bar, glaring moodily out the window. Lisa shimmed to her side, "What'sup are you gonna go bust out the moves again?" "I'm okay. I'll just be here with the drinks" Sara answered, stirring the rim of her gin glass.  "Are you sure? I mean the guys loved you last time. Remember the eunuch test?" Lisa tried to copy the move that Sara had done which involved some odd gymnastic bend with a machete. 

"Yeah, I would like to see your moves" A guy with way too much cologne approached them, sleazy sliding his hand up and down Sara's arm. 'Whatever" Sara shoved him off, making him crash to the nearest table and walked out the doors, "Lisa let's go to Jitters I'm tired of this place." Lisa raced behind Sara, "Are you okay? You didn't give that creep the throw down you usually do." "Lisa, I'm not going to start a bar brawl every time someone hits on me." Sara muttered irritably. 

When they reached Jitters, Lisa was pleased to see it was karaoke night. She cheerfully mocked and snarked about all the unfortunate singers who went up to sing and was thrilled when even Cisco Ramon and his friend, Barry something came on stage too to do a "The Ten Duel Commandments.” 

She waved to Cisco but stood by Sara because it was Girl's Night and she could flirt all she wanted tomorrow. Plus she was a little concerned, Sara hardly cracked a smile or even replied to her sarcastic compliments. Something was bugging that girl, and Lisa wanted to know what.

"What's with you" Lisa hissed, pulling Sara to the nearest bathroom stall.

“Nothing, Lisa. I'm not in the mood okay. No what I'm sorry if I'm bringing down your night. I can go home, we can do this another time." Sara grumbled, starting to put on her coat.

"No way, you're getting off that easy. Talk to me" Lisa gripped her arm tightly. "Let me go" Sara snapped, kicking Lisa to the sinkLisa grabbed Sara hair in an effort to keep steady, and swiftly put her in a headlock. 

Sara elbowed her in the chest, flipped her over and pinned her. Her knee eating on Lisa's chest with excrutiating pain. Damn assassin training! 

Lisa felt a rising panic, why did she push the buttons of a bloodlust assassin? She had to snap her out of it. "Sara! Stop being a neandrathalic dumbass and talk to me!" Lisa cried, using one of Len's favorite insults.

Sara blinked slowly, realizing what she was doing and hastily got up, “I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me, I thought I had learned to get over it." 

"Whatever, you can have a nice long soul searching talk with Lenny about that. Just tell me what's got you so shitty" Lisa  said, dusting on off her dress.

Sara sighed and leaned against the wall, looking downcast. "Laurel." 

Lisa suddenly understood Sara's whole attitude during this night. She moved beside her, and knocked her shoulder against hers in a silent solidarity. 

“I’m sorry," Lisa whispered.

"I know this sounds selfish, but Mick got to say goodbye to Leonard when we thought he died, then it turned out he didn't. I'm thrilled, those few months without your brother hurt me too. But at least there was some closure there and we had a chance to go back in time and fix things. But I can never do that for Laurel. It was Darhk's doing not the Oculus or the Time Masters. There was so much I needed to apologize to her for." Sara hid her face with her hands and slid to the ground. Lisa made sure to lock the bathroom doors and slid down next to her. "I know how you feel.” Sara looked at her questioningly, "And it's not about Lenny's death. It's my mom's. I learned that for those who are dead and for sure are not returning, you've got to hope. Hope and think about them. It's incredible stupid but it works. Laurel loved you, I'm sure. Would she have really want to end things with grudges and stuff? No good sibling would. I bet she understands all the things you want to tell her." 

Sara nodded solemnly and got up. “We can do this another time, I just need to be alone for a little bit" Sara said, managing to keep a steady voice despite her wet cheeks. "But thanks." 

"It's what sisters do" Lisa shrugged, and Sara stared at her questioningly "You're going to be around Len for awhile so I just accepted the fact that we're sisters now. You should probably start too." Lisa said a matter of factly.

Sara nodded slowly, "I think I could get used to the idea." Lisa shrugged, "You better. I already started.. uh stealing some of your boots that you left at Lenny's but since we're sisters now, we can just call that borrowing."

Sara heaved a big sigh, and Lisa smiled to herself. It was going to be a pretty weird family relation but it was gonna be a hell of a fun one. 

[evnjiis]

         umm .. hi? i’m tata, 21, gmt -3 and like .. i don’t play roleplay for quite a while now? like.. a big while so i’ll ask you guys to be patient with me ( besides my internet is a little sh*t, i’m pretty slow myself ). i also lmaO don’t play female muses so it’s another challenge we have here, oh well. anyWAYs,, this is my bean eunji, she’s lovely, i promise. her backgroud ended to be a totally different thing from what i pictured, but i kinda liked it ? kinda. i have more info about her here, and about plots,,, i won’t dare to create a page ( for now ), but i’ll be happy with everything you guys give to me. i like to brainstorm too, a looot .. so hit that heart and you’ll have me filling u with messages lol oh,, almost forgot to warn that english isn’t my mother language so again ..pls be patient with me ♡

tw: bullying, mention of miscarriage (not descriptive).

╰ — ☆ backgroud ;

daughter of a witch ( yes, you read that right ), eunji can prove that coming from an unconventional family on jeju island only brought her problems over the years.

witch isn't quite the correct term, but sunbi got used to that term before even bringing her first daughter to the world. the woman was known by the island for her charms, potions of witchcraft and to be able to see the future in letters and stones. gypsies have never been anything well accepted in society, in south korea much less.

eunji grew up in the cradle of a single mother, playing with precious stones in the back of the store near the port that belonged to her eomma, sometimes taking turns for books. despite her empathy for the fate chosen by her mom; ever since she was a child, eunji discovered that if she really wanted to be remembered, she should study enough to become someone.

so she got a scholarship at an elite school, and what should've been a dream turned out to be a nightmare.

eunji was bullied by all her class mates, who didn't respect her mother or her origins, and no matter how intelligent she might be, she never seemed to be enough for her class mates or the school board.

things only got worse when she ended up developing the same gifts as her mother; a sixth sense. nothing extraordinary, but rainy days affected her mood and cold breeze brought her bad feelings.

until she meets that guy and everything .. goes numb. 

her mother said that she was missing out on a great gift of her life, ignoring the divine gift to focus on something that humans created, but despite much respect for the one who gave her life, eunji had her own goals to conquer.

moved to seoul to pursue law school, along with her year-old boyfriend who was a good boy, son of politicians who definitely did not accept their relationship.

the bad part of the sixth sense is that you can predict when something bad is going to happen, and even though she already knew what that meant, eunji ignored it to the very end until she could no more.

when she discovered that both her boyfriend and his family were aware of her pregnancy, it was too late. eunji suffered from a miscarriage ( obviously caused by her son's father ) and there wasn’t nothing she could do about it.

that's how she ended at bucheon in her nineteen years. too afraid to return to her origins, tired to continue in the same place that just traumatized life out of her.

with the ghosts that chased after her, it was easier to accept her reality, and she looked more like her mother than she wanted to admit now.

today she works in a small floriculture, which serves as a facade to sell her ‘ miraculous ’ herbs as she has heard so much, and that is the only thing that helps her escape from her demons.

╰ — ☆ personality ;

okay, but to summarize :: eunji was a bean full of want for knowledge that ended up getting lost in the evil of other people.

she had her grief process, so she could recover, but some ghosts are never completely buried.

the friend who will want to read your hand and see your future in e v e r y t h i n g.

has two black cats as mythology promises.

today she doesn’t mind being called a witch and carrying the legacy of her mom ( which unfortunately is no longer alive ).

still nourishes her love for science and concrete facts, but it reminds her of her whole past so she prefers to keep her feet on the ground of her own world.

loves to make people around her smile.

she learned to not bow her head to anyone too much.

will defend her beliefs with her whole life & soul.

can not sing for shit, but try at all costs.

dresses as witch in every damn halloween .. bc, c'mon !! why would i miss this aesthetic

she loves bugs ( if she sees you killing an ant, you'll regret being born ).

not a kids fan, eh.

sleeps like a baby koala.

okayyyy it’s p long yet !

[worldsmostdangerous-archived]

// a new verse:

//v;fantasy (temporary tag)

Long explanation, because this is a completely open verse:

Realm: Similar to Skyrim, Witcher, Lord of the Rings and The Kingkiller Chronicle, including a large variety of races like humans, elves, sorcerers, witches, orcs, dwarfs, nagas, ghouls, different reptile based races, werewolves - almost anything you can find in folklore, except vampires or creatures similar to vampires.

A sorcerer, Delilah, slept with Garp, the god of strength and mischief, and became pregnant. The pregnancy lasted unnaturally long and after 31 months she gave birth to a creature the world had never seen before; a scaly black and red egg, like one that an impossibly large bird would have. Three months later the egg hatched and a black spiky body, tail, wings and green eyes, the size of an adult cat, was revealed.

At four months the baby shifted into a half form with more resemblance to a human. At six months it breathed fire for the first time. The people around them shunned and threatened Delilah and the newborn, thinking it’s a demon. For the safety of her son, she left people and civilization, and hid away. Few places were secure from monster hunters, though, and before long Delilah got wounded gravely during an escape. Her wounds healed, miraculously so, and she realized that she had become immortal, courtesy of her child’s divine father.

As years passed by, the child, whom she named Dragon, grew. She was alarmed at first at the slow pace, but eventually understood that, considering her own state, her child also most likely would have a long lifespan. It made sense for his growth to be slow. His appetite, being that of a growing child, was incessant, and he needed larger prey than a single area could provide. Thus, they kept moving around, never settling for long in one place.

One day a group of patrolling soldiers saw Delilah, and having heard the reports of her and her child potentially being in the area, they attacked her. Taken by surprise, Delilah was late to react and blood was drawn. Although she couldn’t die, and Dragon knew this, just seeing what happened made him rip three of the soldier’s heads off, chasing down two others, with one managing to get away before he rushed to his mother’s side.

The surviving soldier returned to the capital, bringing horrible news. Traumatized by having seen his friends’ fate, he exaggerated the creature to have eaten them. The king, outraged, wanted to sent out his army but was discouraged from doing so by his court sorcerer who convinced him to end the menace of the creature once and for all. Ambitious, the king gathered a task force that was set out to hunt the creature, and kill it. Because of complications, and the interference of Delilah, the hunters failed in their mission, but captured Delilah instead. They brought her to the kingdom, in secret, in the hopes of setting up a trap for Dragon that would turn the fighting in their favour.

Dragon raided the capital, killing half of the population and military forces by 70 percent in search for his mother. Eventually she broke free, instantly calming down her son. This event came to be known as the Tradegy of the Nalfheim Kingdom, with the creature and the sorcerer painted as the villains.

Dragon reached the age of maturity at 70 years old, getting his first rut the same year. Because no others of his kind existed, he went for other species. Many of the female ones bore him offspring, the number rising the more the years went by.

Now, almost three thousand years later, those offspring have become the ancestors of fire breathing creatures with almost impenetrable skin and with the ability to fly. Monster hunters have only 50 years ago figured out methods to kill them, their numbers dwindling slowly day by day. These creatures came to be called as dragons, with the existence and stories of Dragon and his mother forming into legends that you tell your children.

With age Dragon matured and learnt self-restraint and began to sleep around less and less, growing tired of no one sincerely caring for him. They stopped wandering and settled into one of the highest mountains in the world, creating their home inside it and refraining to solitude. Sometimes, though, Dragon goes for a flight.

Dragons: the species

Description: 

Scales or spikes, no fur

Four legs, with sharp, long claws

There are different shapes and sizes of heads and necks but the tail is always long, suited for flying and defending

Any colour scheme. Rarely a dragon is one colour only. Eyes are green, red, yellow, golden, silver or violet

Two eyelids; a normal one and one that pulls in and out on the side opposite of the muzzle

Large bat-like wings with claws at the end of them

Some have spikes on their back, others less so

Some have horns

The older, the bigger. A 300 year old would be the size of three four room houses. The exception is Dragon, who is bigger than any dragon seen since

Because of their fire breathing ability, their body temperature is four times that of a human’s

Males are smaller than females

Two forms; a full dragon one, and a human one. In the human one they keep their complexion and eye colour, but gain large, odd pointy ears

Lifespan: 

120-300 years. At the start of their evolution some lived only 50-80 years. The only exception to this rule is Dragon, the first of his species, who is currently closer to a three thousand year old.

Diet:

Carnivores. Some subspecies eat fish, others larger animals like horses. Prefer mammals

Humans and other species similar to them have been rumoured to be part of their diet, but most often dragons only kill humans, not eat them. Eating humanoid creatures is incredibly rare

Dragons burn their prey before consuming them

Mating habits and reproduction:

Dragons reach maturity at age 45-65

Females go into heat once every 5 years, with males going into a rut at the same time

Mating season is usually September - January. In warm climate it’s May - July

Because of simultaneous heat cycle, females often clash with each other, and over the evolution of the species this has come to be considered part of the mating process. The prevailing female will not definitively win the favour of the male despite having been the strongest, and the male might choose to mate with one that lost

Mating can take up to 7 days, after which the nest is built by both. Gestation is 20 months, with 4-6 eggs being laid

The parents take turns incubating the eggs, and often heat them up with their breath

Eggs hatch after 4 months

The parents stay together until the offspring are 3 years old, after which the female leaves

Sometimes dragons bond for life

The children stay with their father 10-15 years before they leave the territory

Living environment:

Territorial

Males hold permanent territories, females wander most often

Dragons can be found in any corner of the world in any climate

Some species prefer ground level caves for their homes, others high mountains

There used to be water dragons, but the species has since evolved to earth only

Behaviour:

Most often active from late afternoon to midnight, sleep and rest the rest of the time

As sparse as any other species’ with no special inclination to any specific universal tendencies apart of the above

Mentioned because I feel this needs to be emphasized