#thank you for sharing this dragon with us!

[elodieunderglass]

There's a post going 'round about how it's important to let brains be bored every now and again and one of the suggestions is to take a bath without putting music on. So I did (though there were candles; I'm not a barbarian) and my bored brain came up with the scenario of Killie being dumped precipitously into a Formula 1 driver's seat. His team owners jovially insist cars are just like horses, really; Killie, hissing and spitting like a feral cat, that they're not even fecking close.

And *then* Bored Brain was rotating Charles and I thought about how evasive he was about himself. Not unlike Chilchuck, in fact, and isn't it funny that Chuck is a nickname for Charles? And isn't it even funnier that Killian Charles isn't that far from Chilchuck? But wait, Killian is a misanthropic stubborn cuss and Charles can talk the talk but he's evasive and please tell me that you did all that on purpose.

I am pretty sure I spend too much time on Tumblr.

Next time I'm putting music on.

(In reference to Killie the jockey OC)

No no this is a fine and normal thing to do, and what he’s used to. Killie exists to be rotated! To scruff him by the neck and drop him into situations he would Hate is an excellent hobby for doctor’s waiting rooms, tube journeys without signal, running (with or without music) and going to the gym. PUT HIM IN FORMULA ONE.

COME ON KILLIE. NICEY.

NICEY CAR.

NO I SEE WHAT YOU MEAN ABOUT THEIR NAMES THOUGH. The twins existed (to me) and were named prior to Dungeon Meshi, one being named specifically after a Breyer horse; but the coincidence of their names/initials caused me to dig them out again and try them on for a role in my writing plans. Unfortunately neither of them would work for piloting Weasel Heart as standalone fiction; not enough horses for Killie, too much hard work for Charlie, and the rescue says they have to be adopted as a bonded pair, spoiling the whole thing. But you can see why I thought of it! Especially the initials. Their original last name (Tiernan) might have to change anyway, as the names are in the awkward valley of being realistic enough to share with real people, but also mildly distinctive on Google. (Killie’s got at least one real-full-name-buddy, a promising young hurler.)

And once you start rotating Killie, it is definitely a fun thing to do, I think. Put Killie in a submarine. Put him in Antarctica. Make him drive a fast go kart that might burst into flames. Make him battle the horselessness. Lie about what horses are. A car is a horse. A spaceship is a horse. A dragon is a horse. The heat death of the universe is a horse. Nicey, Killie, nicey.

In conclusion thank you for this! Let brains be bored!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hi there!

If you haven't already, would you mind doing a post on winged beings? More specifically humanoid beings with wings? (How they dress, sit, lie down, how wings work, etc.)

Thank you so much for your time!

Writing Notes: Winged Characters

The "Winged Humanoid" Trope

A human with wings sprouting from their back.

Biologically improbable due to human bone and muscle structure (though at the same time, usually easy to rationalize at first glance due to the nature of our shoulders), and if they're intended for actual flight, you may have to write off several laws of physics as well.

Therefore, such characters are often assumed to be not entirely of this world, especially since the domain of birds shares a name with God's kingdom: Heaven. This ties into the classic depictions of winged angels as well.

The type of wing is usually indicative of the character's nature and/or morality; but in general:

white feathered wings indicate an angel,

black feathered wings or bat wings indicate a devil, and

insect wings indicate a fairy.

If there's something even slightly resembling feathers, expect a Perpetual Molt. Don't expect flapping — however, there will be plenty of floating.

By welding Greco-Roman art and religion, The Renaissance artistic movement started the whole idea of Christian angels being winged humanoids.

Generally seen as highly attractive, even if the Wings Do Nothing.

Some Types of Wings in Different Media

Angel wings (white bird wings) used to always represent good. While they still usually do, nowadays they are also possessed by Knight Templars or other Holy Is Not Safe types.

Bird wings that aren't either pure black or pure white usually represent a naturally-occurring Winged Humanoid. Probably morally neutral, with a strong chance of being a Proud Warrior Race Guy.

Bone wings are usually possessed by undead (especially undead dragons) but occasionally mean "too evil for bat wings".

Demon wings (bat wings with a horn instead of a thumb) still usually represent evil (or at least a primarily evil species that might have one or two good members).

Insect wings are seen on fairies and insectoid monsters.

Leaf and petal wings are another if rare type of wings found mostly on fairies and the occasional character with a Green Thumb.

Manta ray flying wings usually are an attribute of something really weird and cool, be it monster, vehicle or both at once.

There are 4 general wing types:

Elliptical Wings. Found on bats and most small forest and scrub-dwelling birds, such as robins and sparrows. These wings allow a high degree of control and manoeuvrability in confined spaces, and minimise drag to allow rapid ascent and descent. Wing beat is usually rapid. They are highly slotted between the primary feathers which helps to prevent stalling during sharp turns, low-speed flight, and frequent landing and takeoff.

High Speed Wings. Wings designed for speed are found on swallows, falcons, shore birds, and ducks. Birds that feed on the wing or make long migrations. The bones are relatively long, and the wings taper to a point to allow for high flight speed with low drag, and low energy consumption during flight. Because the wings are also thin, they must be flapped for short glides and during descent, and flaps are fairly rapid but small. This type of wing is aerodynamically efficient for high-speed flight but cannot easily keep a bird airborne at low speeds.

Long Soaring Wings. Terns, albatrosses, gannets, frigate birds, gulls and other sea birds tend to have longer wings for soaring. The wings have a high aspect ratio resembling those of sailplanes. The open spaces allow for long wings to create good lift with little energy expenditure. They are also adapted for high speed and dynamic soaring. However, they are less manoeuvrable than the wide, slotted wings of land soarers. Birds with this kind of wing can glide easily over large expanses of water and have exploited the sea winds.. However, the birds must usually run and take off into the wind to get off the ground, and usually land easily on water.

High-lift/Broad Soaring Wings. Broad wings which provide high lift and soaring are found on vultures, condors, hawks, ospreys, pelicans and eagles. These wings are broad and only relatively long, allowing for takeoff and landing in fairly confined areas, high lift, low speed soaring, and slow descents. Many of these birds are land soarers with good manoeuvrability required for tactic soaring in the air currents over land.

Wing Modifications

Broken or tattered wings imply a broken or disillusioned individual, likely a defector, an exile or bestial and savage being.

Cape Wings tend to belong to anti-heroes or villains.

Energy wings: Good or evil, these are the mark of power, and lots of it.

Metallic wings. These are often seen on Humongous Mecha, but these are usually mechanical, airplane-like wings, unless the designer wants to get theatrical. However, different rules often apply if it transforms or combines.

Tiny, stylized wings not connected to the body are generally there to look cute. The morality they indicate depends on what type of wing they are, though evil characters with these are usually not intended to be taken seriously.

Cluster wings consist of various unconnected parts of wings floating in place. They may or may not be connected to the body and pretty much come in only two materials: energy and crystal. Therefore, they are multicolored by default. These wings tend to indicate an insanely powerful being, a chosen one, or something else special.

Hybrid wings are used to communicate mixed heritage or the dual nature of the owner.

Upside-down wings are always the mark of something evil, though if it applies to a species there might be that one good person among them. Usually combines with devil or bone wings, but it can also combine with angel wings for that fallen or distorted angel look.

More Related Character Tropes

Bird People: A race of avian humanoids. Specifically this means a coat of feathers, a beak, scaly legs, talons, etc.

Draconic Humanoid: May be the descendants of dragons and normal humanoids, or a species of their own.

Harpies: Half-bird/half-human in varying degrees.

The Mothman: A cryptid said to resemble a bird-like humanoid.

Examples in Art & Literature

In Gabriel García Márquez's short story "A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings", the titular character is found in a small South American village. The villagers think he might be an angel, but he looks human: he's an old, flea-infested, wrinkled man with no teeth and crippled, barren wings. At the end of the story, he flies away, and we never find out whether he was an angel or just a Winged Humanoid.

When Egyptian gods have winged humanoid forms, they usually have the wings fused with their arms. But occasionally a deity will have two wings fused to their arms and one or more pairs sprouting from their back.

Early Mesopotamic cultures had imagery of humanoids and animals (of non-winged species) with wings. Ancient Greece took that feature and incorporated it into its own iconography, resulting in various gods, personifications, and creatures with wings in Classical Greco-Roman Mythology and Imagery such as The Harpies. The wings depicted are usually feathered bird-wings, with the notable exception of Psyche's (Eros' lover) butterfly wings. Among the winged persons are among others: Nike (goddess of victory), Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Pegasos, gryphons. The Erotes Eros/Amor (love), Anteros (requited-love), Himeros (desire), and Pothos (longing) are usually depicted as young winged boys of various ages. Same as Thanatos (death). There's also the Gorgons, who were said to have wings of gold (as well as snaky locks, fangs, scales, and brazen claws).

Tengu from Japanese folklore. They're depicted as bird men with long pointed noses, mask-like faces, and feathered wings on their backs.

In Russian folklore, dragons (zmeys or zmeis) can assume human form, and can even produce offspring with humans. Dragons in human form and half-dragons are often described as retaining certain draconic features.

Aztec Mythology: The goddess Itzpapalotl had butterfly wings… made out of knives.

Psyche and Cupid (Bouguereau): Cupid is given fluffy white wings befitting a Christian angel in this romantic ode to the love he bore for Psyche, who gets a pair of (comparatively smaller) butterfly wings.

In The Divine Comedy, Satan's wings are directly compared to a bat's because they have no feathers, showing his corruption. In contrast, the holy and perfect angels of Purgatory are described as having pure white or pure green "eternal pinions, that do not moult themselves like mortal hair". Gustave Dore's art further depicts the Malebranche, devils who torment the souls of corrupt politicians, as having traditional batlike wings.

Paradise Lost: In the first twenty lines, God is described as "with mighty wings outspread dove-like" as an immediate sign of his innocence. From there, comparison of angelic and divine wings to eagles and pure white birds are common to indicate regality and goodness. In contrast, the demons have Red and Black and Evil All Over wings that make them look like swarming bees.

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

Hi, here are some related character tropes with examples, and also some information on how wings work on different animals, which you can use as inspiration to create your own fictional winged being. Choose which ones are suitable for your story, and alter as needed/desired. You can find more examples and details in the sources linked above. Hope this helps with your writing!

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Sgaeyl and Tairn defending Andarna and Violet like the proud parents they are in Chapter 53

Violet defending Andarna like the proud mama bear

My heart going from whole to broken in a single chapter

"I will not leave them unprotected." — THEM, he means both of them. Andarna and Violet, his heart💔.

"She is a credit to our riot," Sgaeyl hisses. — the way she defends Andarna… that’s a lot for Sgaeyl. And she defends Violet too, again! And she says OUR😭

"None of which is her fault, You set her up for what you consider failure when you left her here to be raised in the ways of the Empyrean." "You really want to yell at the massive unknown dragon?" Rhi whispers. "I do," I answer, looking straight at him. — remember in the first book when they said never look a dragon (especially one that isn’t yours) in the eye… yeah she broke that here. Even Rhi warns her. But it’s mama bear mode so…

"There is nothing wrong with her." — the way she defends herself in that line too… theirs nothing wrong with them. Violet or Andarna (cause they really are a mirror💞).

"We can never thank you enough for what you've done tonight in firing our wards, but if you've only come to point out all the ways you believe her to be lacking, you'll find Feirge's greeting warmer than mine." — YES VIOLET or should I say VIOLENCE 👏

"Your motives are honorable," he says. "That was what I was going to say before I was interrupted by the blue.— "Sgaeyl," Andarna corrects him, her tone a knife's edge softer than before. — even in that little line it shows how she loves her family and defends them too, even Sgaeyl harsh as she can be, that’s her Sgaeyl (help I love them too much🥺) — "Sgaeyl,"

"We are separated by many but share the same bloodline. Unlike the others you encountered who are of a more distant line, we are of the same den, or would have been had you been raised among us." — Andarna always wanted a den mate😭 she wouldn’t have waited 600 years

He's her family. My heart clenches. — CAUSE THEIR HER FAMILY NOT THE IRIDS😭😭😭 my heart is breaking.

I love you and I want you to feel complete — SHE FINALLY SAID I LOVE YOU… and she really does because she just wants her to live even at the cost of her feeling incomplete

All that's left is a gust of wind as her scales blend into the sky. —She turns black, her scales matching the sky like Tairn— A roar vibrates my very bones, and my ears ring as the edges of my vision darken. —Who is the roar from; Andarna or Tairn? Who is it for; Violet or Andarna? Does Tairn feel it? Gods forbid does Andarna?— My heart stutters, and my lungs cease their struggle. There's no air and no reason to seek it. —was it for Violet who stops breathing because something in her dies then too, infinite and nothingness, existing but without the sun— I was infinite yet moored, and now I'm hollow and adrift in waters too vast to comprehend. — and it’s not even Andarna who breaks it; she couldn’t do it, couldn’t leave her, that’s why she goes to Violet and realizes she can’t hear her or understand😭😭😭 …and then Tairn goes and lets Violet hear everything so she isn’t alone… and she has to survive, exist, live; for Xaden (even Tairn is fine with it if it keeps her alive, because he knows the grief too) it’s why Sgaeyl is furious and accuses Andarna of leaving — How could she do this? — she feels the pain Violet through Tairn feels, she’s a little mama bear too for Violet that time.

[emmathefanficgal]

@konartiste Thank you for the tag! CAKE is a nice word! (I love baking cakes) and I decided to share some excerpt of my orignial works and one LOTR WIP... Who knows? It might motivate me going back to them.

Disclaimer : all those WIP need heavy editing and correction. please be kind! 🤣

C-Boromir's special day - A story about Faramir remembering his big brother. (This letter!!!!!!)

Clearly, something was bothering him. Something about today. He shook his head, too tired to remember, but there was reason to smile on this beautiful morning. One of them was still fast asleep at his side, blond hair splayed across the pillow. Faramir had to stop himself or he would have kissed her. But he knew his wife better than that. And he had no desire to wake the dragon she might be. As quietly as he could, he left the bed and after a quick wash of face and hands in cold water, he put on his clothes. One last look at the form in the thick wool of their bed and Faramir left.

A- The Saga of the Rising Moon - An original work, left on the page. I started writing in French and then found it too difficult. Another WIP. The story follows Aysun, the daughter of the moon god. It is in the aftermath of another war between the gods. And there is a particularly nasty one that Aysun is trying to stop. But things are never what they seem.

At those words, the leader reacted with a small snort. Then Jarek realized that she was a woman. A rich woman with two bodyguards? Did she even know how to use that sword? But he knew that a wrong assumption could lead to a quick death for both of them. So he kept his guard up while he added with a slight bow, "My lady, I understand that this is an unpleasant moment for you. But we can end this quickly with a little help from all of you. I'm sure you want to reach the warmth of an inn as much as we do. Give us what we ask and then go. As I said, all we need is a few coins and some clothes. Then you and I can go back to our respective lives..."

K - In the name of God - An original work I have stopped working on for a while. Set in a world that looks like a "Conan" movie but in a post-apocalyptic time. Tribes at war, political and religious turmoil. The heroine has been chosen by a god... And it is the cause of a lot of trouble, not the least because the God of War has chosen a woman as his anointed.

Kassara shook her head and looked at Kestrel, now lost in thought. With a grin on her lips, she walked towards the fragrant shop of a baker, well aware of her old friend's weakness. She wouldn't let him brood over it, and she wouldn't let her mood darken either. She hid her laughter behind a cough when Kestrel, finally realizing where they had stopped, made a small rumbling sound with his throat.

E - The Dark Lady by the Sea - Original work. Finished but not edited yet. I am stalling… It is a VERY long work and I know I still have so many things to find to make it better. The story is set in a medieval fantasy where magic is hardly present. We follow Domicia and Joscelin and the conflict between the nations of Callistina and Worlingar (names to be changed) that threatens everything they love.

Even though they were rumors. Though some of the peasants and citizens had heard them, most of the Callistinans had been relieved. Mathias was known and respected. To have him replace the Mad King had been a blessing to many. The Holy Empire had made a mistake. Did they really think her people would overthrow her? But stranger things had happened, and so Domicia would not ignore rumors and small skirmishes. She would come and talk and fight. But it was exhausting. And she knew that an accident could happen quickly outside of the castle. Who could stop an archer from shooting her? She never thought about it while she was riding. But when she was back in her room or in her command tent, she lay in the dark with her eyes wide open. She could have died today. Every day she was lucky to be alive. They had to find a way to stop this. At any cost. But was there a solution without bloodshed?

WIP Word Train

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

Thank you to @hobbitwrangler !!! ♥️ I tried to follow your lead by using a different WIP for each letter, though that was hard because I don’t usually have too many going at once! In any event, my word was GIFT.

G — A Sister’s Son (the birth and death of Théodred from Elfhelm’s view)

Grimbold was already at work restoring order to the ranks, arraying men and arms where they would be needed should the retreat of the enemy prove only temporary, but Elfhelm had no mind for those tasks now, knelt down in the freezing rain at Théodred’s side. Have pity on us, Béma, he pleaded, equal parts desperate and outraged. He isn’t yours to take.

I — Untitled Prequel to Askance showing Vidumavi and Valacar meeting and falling in love

[Vidumavi:] “If what I’ve heard of Gondor is true, their prince may be more comfortable taking his guidance and direction from Vidusunus or one of the other men.”

Vidugavia laughed and shook his head. “I’m not worried about giving Valacar a little discomfort. No one ever got smarter or stronger or braver by being comfortable. If he’s truly here to learn, he’ll do well to take his lessons from you.”

F - Untitled fic about Dúnhere and his wife Lithcynd, the architect of the muster of Rohan

Four months shy of thirty, striding around in a decidedly unladylike pair of trousers with a messy top-knot and a mouth that inclined toward profanity, no outsider would have pegged her as the Lady of Harrowdale or the finest logistical mind in Rohan.

T - Sleepless (little character study of Elfhelm up late one night on the road to Minas Tirith)

The barrier between what a man thought and what he would say aloud grew its thinnest in the moonlight, and Elfhelm found himself drawn aside more often after dark by those with a sense of urgency to their words, a need to share worries and hopes or to unburden secrets before the chance was lost forever.

No pressure tags to @konartiste @sotwk @torchwood-99 @foxinarda @lady-of-ithilien or anyone else who’d like to give it a try. Your word will be STAR.

[batfossil-fr]

one of the many aethers I've finished lately

[housederiva]

In veilguard’s main tags no less….

[banterlodge]

Episode 24: On Script with Eugene Ramos and Michal Schick

Michal Schick (@inkasrain) and Eugene Ramos stop by to share writers room stories, script writing secrets, and their favorite memories from behind the scenes of The Dragon Prince.

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[larkinna]

wip wednesday

Thank you for the tag @inquisimer <33 University is kicking my ass right now so I'm very rusty when it comes to writing, but I fished this out from the depths of my docs. Set a few months after Veilguard, Arvane de Riva feels homesick after spending time at the Dellamorte villa and goes home -- Viago doesn't know how to deal with it.

Tagging @drysia and @mxssful and anyone else who would like to do this! :)

xx

It’s the fifth night in two weeks that Viago finds Arvane in his own estate. He didn’t mention the first four, letting them pass in and out like a wayward ghost and he hesitates to wake them now, steps faltering in the doorway before he stops entirely, the words crowding on his tongue. 

They are half-slumped over an armchair by the fire in the living room, legs dangling over the arm of it, head hanging low in their slumber. Dark hair spreads over their shoulders like a curtain, overgrown bangs brushing cheeks, and Viago instinctively thinks they should cut it, it will get in the way – as many things do. 

He has learnt to grow around their absence – there are always contracts to fulfill, ledgers to write, and poisons to make. But this, this he cannot seem to be able to let go of, between all the avoidance and the– hurt is a word his mind skips over, instead latches onto affronted as an alternative.

Hurt means caring enough. It means admittance, something he has never been good at when it came to people too close in his vicinity. 

They always come after nightfall and are gone by dusk’s first light without a single exchanged word. They don’t send letters anymore, and if not for these nightly visits, Teia’s gossip, and the corpses left in their wake after another statement made in the name of a House not theirs, Viago would think them dead. 

Instead he makes do with what he can have, even if it feels like a slow death from one of his own meticulously made concoctions, and like splinters under the skin, and hairpin fractures, and and and–

He doesn’t mean to move but still his body does what it wants on its own accord, and the floorboards crack–

Not very befitting of a Crow, much less a Talon, this awkward display of balance. 

Their eyes are on him in a single second, razor-sharp and ready to leap, body tense, hand reaching for the dagger that’s certainly hiding in their boot. For a moment stillness reigns, then their arm drops (no dagger, only a naked hand adorned with rings) limp in their lap – their eyes don’t, keeping Viago frozen in his place and leaving him wondering when the air grew so chilled. 

Was it before or after the gods’ defeat? When they recklessly, foolishly, idiotically pulled their stunt on the Antaam? When he held their life in his hands, once, twice, three times? Was it a gradual unseen descent? Or such a swift beheading that he only noticed too late that it happened at all? 

An amber flash, a slow blink, a crackle in the fire and he still doesn’t know how to ask for things. 

Courtesy would tell him to make small talk, but he loathes it and knows Arvane cares about it only if it’s amusing – and Viago doesn’t feel like entering into a wit of words with them. He knows a losing game when he sees one. 

They lean back in their seat, and the stalemate shatters. 

“I ate your last churros,” they say then, because of course, and Viago doesn’t know whether to hack a chuckle or make a sound somewhere between exasperation and fatigue. “Lo siento.”

They don’t sound sorry at all. 

He stands stock still, hands clasped behind his back – he doesn’t lean, not on the doorway, not on one foot, not on anyone, and he doesn’t trust himself enough to sit and be closer to them than he already is. 

“Shame. I had it made for Teia.”

“In that case, forward my sincerest apologies to her.” Something glints in their eyes, and Viago can’t tell what it is. That failure stings, more than what is sensible. 

[pardonmydelays]

~ Imagine Dragons Concert ~

First of all, Dan sounds good live!

"We're Walking the Wire" was beautiful live. 🥹

I loved the uplifting, encouraging songs, such as "We're Walking the Wire" and "Whatever It Takes".

The backdrops with the moving graphics for each song was gorgeous! I have so many videos and screenshots so I can't recall which exact song(s) I liked the most as far as graphics go, but "Sharks" was neat. The backdrops were basically set up like underwater (obviously) with sharks swimming. A few close up of sharks too, which was cool.

Hearing some of the songs from the 2010s like "Thunder" and "Radioactive" was nice.

Apparently "It's Time" was on the setlist, but I swear I do not recall hearing it! ... And I love that song. 🥺 I was lowkey hoping that they would play that. I definitely would have recorded it.

I was not expecting Dan to take his shirt and shorts off, but there we were... Lmao, and my God, was he ripped. We're talking muscles, 6 pack, etc. The whole package, Poppy!

I loved hearing my favorite songs live and the whole concert itself, but one thing that really stood out to me was Dan talking about mental health. He proceeded to tell us how Imagine Dragons came about followed by things he struggled with growing up in his teen years and even now as an adult. He ended his (2.5 minute) speech by assuring us audience members that we are loved and to please not leave this world.

(I'll post the video on my account soon!)

Again, I have a lot of favorite songs, but the ones I enjoyed the most were "Bones" and "Enemy".

That's...about it! It was a wonderful concert overall. 🩷

THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY OH MY GODDDD OK OK:

dan's voice is absolutely incredible! i hope he was screaming a lot during your show because, oh dear lord, i do love guys who scream (*cough cough* tyler joseph *cough cough*) and dan just happens to be very good at it (my favourite imagine dragons songs are actually the ones where he screams lmao)

walking the wire will always be one of the most important songs to me. it was their newest single when they had a show in poland in 2017 and they actually performed it live for the first time that day AND I WAS THERE. i was there. good all days. beautiful song. ahh.

the thing about sharks makes me so incredibly happy for the dumbest reason ever (not because i love the song but because i fucking love sharks shhjdvjsevjh i'm sorry)

i'm pretty sure they still sing radioactive at every single one of their shows which is pretty cool because i love this song so fucking much and i know a lot of people hate it because it's their most popular song, but that could never be me, radioactive is my baby forever and always. i also love thunder. used to sing it all the time with my best friend (who's no longer in my life. but i always think about him when i hear this one. i hope he's doing alright)

what do you mean they didn't perform it's time, it's the most imagine dragons song ever, WHY OH WHY JAIL FOR THEM!!!

he DID WHAT NOW... what do you mean dan was stripping on stage, oh dear lord. to absolutely no one's surprise, i used to have a huge crush on him (why do i always have to have a crush on my favourite artists genuinely what the hell is wrong with me but dan is really hot ok ok), i would probably fucking die. oh dear lord. omg. can you hear mE SCREAMING-

oh, i absolutely fucking love it when he talks about mental health. it always makes me cry but also i always felt so fucking proud because i can only assume how hard it is for him. i know he's been struggling a lot in his life. it's always nice to know you are not alone. makes you feel seen.

i know nobody asked for it, but i found an old video from my show from two years ago and i just want to share it with you. i was really close. and he was wearing a very slutty shirt that day. you're welcome.

i'm so glad you had fun!!! can't wait to see the video from your show!!!

[tetrakys]

After a long way, its completed😭❤️ I loved the ending, my two dragons brothers I love them so much😭😭 Now they are closer. Thanks for your amazing writting❤️❤️❤️

Thank you 🥺💕 so glad you liked it. Hope this story brought some comfort and closure to all Dragon brothers fans as it did to me 🤧🤧

[frdailyquestions]

Share a dragon that was inspired in some way by the NPC, Joxar!

What is their lore, how has Joxar inspired them (their design, their lore, is he a personal inspiration to the actual dragon in your lore, is your dragon a fandragon of Joxar himself? We'd love to hear!

Posts for the month of April were inspired by @dragonaday-fr 's April Art Prompts. Be sure to check them out!

[istoppedlurkingforthis]

I need all of you to understand, that I read this. And immediately this is what I saw:

I am choosing to believe this person also longs for the days of the 1995 Point and Click Discworld adventure game. And that it features prominently in their "games I want a remake of because the virtual machine copy i had doesn't work anymore" list too.

the hot new trend is "guard posting"

[trebuchet151]

Hi! I just wanted to say, your art is beautiful! I'm so glad I found you through the Fallen Hero fandom, and can't wait to see more of Corey and get to know them better. They stole my heart.

Also I'm very curious about the kind of Rook you plan to play and who you'll romance!

Hi!!! Thank you so much!

I'm so happy you like Corey, theyre a very special OC to me so im glad I can share them with people now. I draw them lots but for some reason never render it like I do with my dragon age boys so theres a lot less of them on here. I should do a sketch dump

I'm planning on doing that build-a-rook template thats been going around the dragon age tags sometime soon but I can summarize him here for now.

Ithelanas is a dalish OC of mine I made to romance my lavellan inquisitor bc I was sad at the lack of dalish ROs. Eventually he developed beyond just being the inquisitor's boyfriend and now I'm planning on trying to make him be my Rook. Not sure that will work out lore wise, he's full of crazy self indulgent headcanons, so if theyre too specific with the backstories I'll probably make a different character for it.

Regardless, my Rook is gonna be a Dalish Veil Jumper and I'm torn between Bellara and Davrin for first romance!

[nyupuun]

i am lowkey obsessed with neo the magic swordsman and trance the magic swordsman. of course xe's trans and uses neo pronouns (he/xe bc he be hexing folks). also Seto used an anime only trap card in DSOD with trance on it. kaibacorp says trans rights

KaibaCorp has been saying Trans Rights for YEARS!!!!

Personally to me, all Yugioh Monsters are trans but you are so so so right.

Also I didn't even notice Trance on Counter Gate... Good Eye! I think having someone be named 'Neo / Trance' be Trans and use neopronouns is hilarious. Xe named himself after xeir gender (/j)

Anon, for you I hope they make something out of Neo and Trance. I think Frostosaurus was part of the Transcendrakes (TRANS DRAKES!?) and considering Trance (along with OCG exclusive Lucifer) are the highest ATK Normal Level 6 Monster I think they could both get something going for them (considering they've recently been retraining a lot of Normal Monsters)

[dreammfyre]

the heir's favorite ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the first daughter of the marriage between your mother Rhaenyra Targaryen and your father Daemon Targaryen. Always the most rebellious and difficult of all, temperamental, impulsive. However, weak before the temptation to possess your older brother, the crown prince Jacaerys Velaryon, a knight par excellence, the opposite of you. But no one in Dragonstone imagined that you shared much more than dragon's blood.

WARNINGS. +18 Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc. Targaryen incest (brother and sister). Jacaerys aggressive and dominant. Smut. Based on the second season of House Of the Dragon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE. This was a suggestion left anonymously in the messages, so I invite you to leave yours. Thanks for reading.

The empty room was so quiet that you could feel your thoughts could be heard all over the place. The full moon illuminated the dark sky, standing out against the stars that night where everyone was resting in their chambers, but you were unable to lie in your bed, much less fall asleep without having nightmares. The Stone Table was where everyone met daily to discuss strategies for the war that was being unleashed in Westeros, but now that empty place was strange, so much silence and loneliness. The extinguished embers did not illuminate the tabletop, you touched the stone expecting to burn, however, it was totally cold.

"Who's there?" a familiar voice entered the place. You turned immediately finding Prince Jacaerys, your older brother and heir to your mother's throne. "Sister... it's very late."

"I know, you should be resting." You replied walking towards him.

"It's a bit complex lately." He took the luxury of joking, in response you smiled without much encouragement. "May I know what you're doing here?"

"Not much. Seems to me you're not the only one who doesn't get any rest." You lifted your shoulders casually. "Any news on your rounds?"

Jacaerys shook his head in disappointment, pacing around the table resting his hands on the handle of his sword without taking his eyes off you, analyzing your presence carefully, as if silently judging you. You rested your hands on the stone of the table relaxing your body on your arms, but your head couldn't stop scheming hundreds of thoughts and bloody imaginary scenarios regarding the war.

"Cole's army is getting bigger and bigger and we don't have a damn clue about anything." You said with a tense jaw. "And about my father..." you sighed deeply without looking your brother in the face "no word from him for days."

"That's not your fault." Jace tried to make you feel better with repeated kind words, but your guilt was growing and the anguish of the approaching war wouldn't leave you alone. "Daemon is not the priority."

"That idiot should be here, on the island, with his queen and his children." You whispered angrily. Then you looked up resolute in your decision. "I'll go see him tomorrow."

That didn't sit well with your brother.

"Don't talk nonsense, Visenya." The heir scoffed. "You can't go to Harrenhal alone, it's too dangerous and we don't know if the way is clear."

"You think I'll arrive by land alongside Daemon's imaginary army?" you sneered in the same condescending manner, a brazen gesture that made Jacaerys' blood boil. "I will ride Vermithor's back at dawn and arrive before the sun peaks. I will return the same day with news before the queen."

"That's a lousy idea!" Your brother exclaimed angrily. Grabbing your arm with brute force, forcing you to look him. "How can you even think of traveling alone to lands we don't know if they are enemies or allies?"

"We need to move fast before they come for us, Jacaerys." You squirmed under his grip feeling his fingers bury into your pale skin. "Do you intend to wait for my father to return?" you managed to break free from his grip with difficulty, Jacaerys ran a hand through his wavy hair desperate not to talk sense into you. "Because you may take a seat, I will not be accompanying you."

"Visenya, please understand the magnitude of your stupidity." He begged, chasing you from side to side. Your brother knew how impulsive you were, and how hard it was for you to get an idea out of your head, no matter if it was good or bad and in this case it was a rather dangerous one. "What happens if you cross paths with Vhagar in the skies?" The prince raised his voice to you demanding and imperative trying to intimidate you, anyone passing nearby could overhear your discussion. You turned your back to him, you didn't want to look him in the face out of embarrassment because deep down you knew his words were true. "You have no business there!"

"I have no business here either!" you exclaimed with the same intensity. You were temperamental by nature and now you were blowing off steam. "I'm tired of staying cooped up on the island, waiting for others to figure things out! I'm a dragon rider, and I'm constrained by these walls."

Your brother understood that feeling better than anyone, he grabbed you by both cheeks, covering your face with his firm hands.

"I know how you feel, Visenya. Believe me, but walking out at the first impulse is not the solution, don't you understand?" You put your hands over his, looking at him intently. You wanted to nod to answer him the question he asked you, but you were mesmerized in his nearness and his breath hitting your face. "Stay here, with us." He watched you carefully without letting go, losing himself in the sense of his pleas to look at you closely, you were so beautiful in any light no matter how dim, a Targaryen through and through with bright, intense violet eyes of long white hair like your parents. Jacaerys couldn't help but stare at you, the half-open lips tempting him to taste you, trying not to lose what little composure he had left. "With me."

You possessed the ethereal beauty of your mother and the complex character of your father, Daemon Targaryen. Under your little ethics and impulsiveness you did not think if it was a coherent idea and you threw yourself to kiss the thick lips of your brother who reciprocated instantly, none of them reasoned, they only moved to the rhythm of the kiss where their moist lips brushed anxiously. Your brother's hand on your waist took you by surprise, more so when he pressed you against his body bumping you against his chest and cornering you against the table.

"Go to sleep." Jace scolded you making an attempt to stop kissing you, but you kept reaching for him. "This isn't a good place."

With a smile you ignored knowing the only way to stop the situation was for you to go to your quarters and you didn't feel like leaving. You grabbed her hair tangling your fingers in her chestnut curls, Jacaerys strength intimidated you, but it wasn't enough to stop you.

"Don't go to Harrenhal." He pleaded leaving kisses on your neck, tracing a wet path over your skin taking advantage of inhaling your scent. "Do it and I promise I will warm your bed every night."

You felt a shiver run down your back at his offering, Jacaerys kept leaving kisses until he reached your collarbones uncovered by the neckline of your dress. His warm lips made your heart beat faster, you grabbed him by the face stopping him.

"Would you do that for me?" you asked with dangerous innocence, watching his glossy swollen lips.

"Do you really doubt it?" he answered against your ear, then brushed his nose against yours slowly, you left a short kiss on his lips almost by instinct, so tender and unexpected that you heard a laugh come out of the prince.

"I'll think about it." You whispered touching his chest, playing with the textures of the fabrics, his agitated breathing gave him away, having you close was a personal challenge for the prince. It was a lie, you weren't going to think about it, you just wanted to give him what he needed to hear to stay with you.

Jacaerys' big hands began to take hold of your body squeezing you tightly making you gasp, then you lifted your chin giving him access to your neck, the kisses there unsettled you in a special way and only your brother knew it, taking advantage of your weakness, listening closely to his breathing and feeling the warmth of his breath was much better. Everything about him you liked, and you were missing him lately. The pressure and uncertainty of the war had taken your head elsewhere, you had abandoned each other for valid reasons, but at that second you just wanted to give yourself to him one more time.

You stood on your tiptoes to gain a little more height reaching for his ear, your brother tensed at the delicate touch of your hot tongue against his lobe, you licked delicately knowing that it turned him on, he confessed it to you one night and you never forgot it. A deep moan of satisfaction came from his throat, then carefully, you lowered one of your hands straight down to his pants, positioning yourself over his hard member that was pressing against the fabric.

"This is not the best place." Begged the prince resting his forehead on your shoulder. "We are in a sacred place, you know?"

You cared little for his insistence or decency when you only wanted to shout his name, though you knew Jacaerys was asking you to stop for the sake of not failing in duty, not because the desire wasn't there. No one understood the reason why Rhaenyra did not cancel the stupid engagement between Lady Baela and the right Jacaerys, no one could deny that they could become blameless kings for the history of Westeros, but there would never be the tension and burning desire throbbing as when the fire was unleashed between you. That first time with a taste of sin, you begging him not to stop, that it was going to become a one-time secret that his parents would never find out, a secret they couldn't help but repeat between your sheets and his, in the hallways and in the library.

Desperate, your brother lifted the skirt of your dress with your help by grabbing your leg and pulling it up to his waist. The mere contact made you moan from the pleasure, you clamped your mouth shut to keep from making noise, you were too sensitive and needy and Jacaerys liked to have you under his control. You were always sarcastic, upset and nasty, just like your dragon, but Jacaerys Velaryon knew how to control you.

"What are you going to do if someone finds out about us?" You asked with bated breath. Deep down it was important to keep the secret guarded to keep it. Jacaerys' fingers stroking between your legs making you jump, clinging to the heir's neck and leaning against the table. "What are they going to say when they find out the crown prince fucking his sister."

His fingers slowly moved up and down, playing with your slimy wetness between his fingers. The mischievous grin on the chestnut's face only reflected the satisfaction of having managed to have you like this, so submissive to him.

"Does it scare you?" he whispered against your moaning lips. With his other hand he gripped the back of your neck tightly, so you wouldn't move. "They're going to find out you're my spoiled sister." Two of his long fingers began to search for the perfect place to insert themselves into you. You stirred under his grip settling in for him, your desperate breathing needing him to finish his work, but he seemed very calm provoking you with his words. "Do you know what they'll call you?" he bit your lip, pulling it towards him. "The heir's whore." His fingers slipped inside you so easily, sliding into your wet insides gushing moans from your chest as you felt him move in and out of you. Jacaerys took your leg his free hand clutching his fingers to your thigh preventing you from closing before him.

At the first loud moan you covered your mouth immediately knowing you were attracting attention, the sensation between your legs was stronger. You squeezed your brother's shoulder getting used to the movement of his fingers inside you.

"Don't yell." He ordered uncompromisingly. He had to kiss you to shut you up, which served you a few short minutes. You were losing your mind, your legs wanted to close but Jace put his foot down to stop that from happening.

"Jacaerys." His name on your lips excited him more than anything else, for it was the tone of desperation that mirrored your desire. To know that he controlled you and you were under his dominion with how arrogant you were, that no knight owned you, that everyone desired you for being Rhaenyra's spoiled daughter, but you were his, no matter an arranged marriage or duty was enough. "Mmh." You ran your hand over your face, desperate to keep silent fighting against your body that was beginning to tremble as his fingers went faster.

But for an ego like Prince Jacaerys Velaryon's it wasn't enough. Listening to you enjoy yourself on the Stone Table where every day they met to discuss war strategies was the most satisfying image to his eyes and he was not going to be able to forget it. The way you moved, dragon-like, the sweetest and most desperate noises came from you, none of the whores he had been with compared to the delicacy of a pureblood Targaryen. A unique and unrepeatable privilege.

When your breathing became erratic and the murmurs incomprehensible swearing you were going to reach that peak, Jacaerys came to a screeching halt chastising you. You opened your eyes in disappointment and fury, your heart leaping out of your chest and your legs damp and trembling.

"Be a good sister," he stroked your cheek with the gentleness you deserve to be treated with. You were trying to listen to him but you were so upset you just wanted to insult him for doing that to you. "Turn around."

Your hair stood up at his tone of voice demanding and conciliatory at the same time. As obedient as ever, just for him, you turned your back to him as the prince busied himself with pulling down his pants that were pressing against the erection he was trying to contain. Your heart wouldn't stop pounding, you could still feel his long fingers inside you and the wait, however minimal, was becoming eternal and torturous. You looked sideways at the entrances of the place without finding anyone, but the truth is that you didn't care if at that moment the queen arrived and found them like that, the euphoria and adrenaline was taking over your body and your reason, the overflowing desire had taken your actions. You felt Jace's hands sneaking up your skirt, careful where to touch, looking for just the right position to enter. He stood behind you, your dress pulled up over your back, the mere touch made you moan. You were so wet it was slipping from your entrance.

"Don't say anything." He told you and you nodded, you were capable of begging if necessary, though deep down you knew he enjoyed it making you obey. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

You closed your eyes as you felt Jacaerys slowly push behind you. You took a breath and tried to relax, you both moaned slowly, the prince tensed his jaw and clenched his teeth to keep from making noise, he stayed still for a few seconds searching for your hips digging his fingers into your skin trapping you in that position, moving you back and forth to better thrust. The rubbing of his member on your walls felt warm and wet, an invasion of your body, you were so used to his size that the sensation became familiar, literally. Some of the pieces of stone you unintentionally threw away, that was going to be a problem for later, because now the noise of their bodies colliding was beginning to consume you. The control he had over you didn't bother you, he gripped you tightly taking over everything. Her hips moved with yours instinctively in a delicious back and forth.

"Like this." You gasped with closed eyes and a satisfied expression. You reached for his hand under your dress and clung to him as tightly as Jace clung to you.

His length pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace, but this time, Jacaerys made sure each thrust was deep by ramming his pelvis into your buttocks.

"What a pleasure to meet again, don't you think?" his question was punctuated by your same panting without stopping moving. You weren't able to answer, your high-pitched moans were getting louder and louder, putting both of you at risk. On the other hand, he was breathing heavily. You had to cover your mouth with your hand, biting your palm to stifle your own moans of pleasure at having him inside you.

You started to stir but you were trapped in his hands, he knew you well enough to know what to do, you turned to look at him finding the heir ramming you with force and speed, his hair fell in curls that moved to the rhythm of his rhythm, when their gazes met for a second he stared at you, your face sweating, your eyes bright with a frown of supplication and red cheeks were enough to have no mercy. Your entrance was tightening at the same time you couldn't breathe, that feeling of a wave invading your insides begging for more desperate to reach orgasm. Jacaerys took your with one hand your waist and with the other your hip, encasing his fingers preventing you from escaping, you were in this together and you had to finish it.

You moved your arm and disarranged the pieces on the board. Now you could hear your brother moaning, cursing you for being his undoing and the greatest of his sins, making you his own feeling the power to mark you and deflower you breaking any tradition that governs the Targaryen nobility. It felt so good that you could confess your love to him just so he wouldn't stop. Luckily for both of you, he didn't stop, the rapid movements and the pressure forming in your lower stomach was getting out of control, the noise intensifying from the collision of your bodies and your knees seemed to lose any kind of strength to hold you up, luckily the table was there to support your body, plus your brother who wasn't going to let you fall. Until you couldn't manage to resist anymore, your orgasm came first like a shiver throughout your body, you closed your eyes tightly and watching you exclaim his name in screams of pleasure ended the infinite torture of the heir that took a few seconds to wait.

"Shit." Your voice hopefully came out of your dry mouth. You had your chest against the weight crushing your breasts, one of your hands intertwined with your brother's who was rebounding behind you.

You both took a second to take a breath and assimilate what you had just done, you had promised not to fall into carnal sin again and that's why the last time was several months ago. You leaned on the table with both hands coming back into yourself with your chest heaving, your brother's hands were still in the same place but he was no longer squeezing you with the same possessive intensity. Your hair was falling on both sides, tousled from the movement and your legs were begging you for a rest.

Jacaerys caught his breath, but his heart had not calmed down at all. His body was still experiencing those chills and that unique tension, he took a step backwards out of your body to get dressed. You immediately felt the fluid trickle down the inside of your thighs, dripping slowly down your hot skin.

"Are you okay?" Jace asked pulling up his pants, his movements a little uncontrolled as the adrenaline was still pumping. You nodded fixing your wrinkled dress. It wasn't the first time it had happened, you both knew what it was, that meant you would have to have tea the next morning.

"Looks like I'll be staying."

Your older brother smiled, fixed his hair pulling it back and moving closer to kiss you again, this time slower and softer, trapping your lips with his so slowly that you relaxed. You took his face kissing him again, his scent, his warmth, his bearing that forced you to lift your chin to reach your mouth, the softness of his lips, it was the most comforting sensation you knew.

"Go rest." He whispered without opening his eyes. Tidying your hair behind your ear.

"Okay." You replied in the same tone, so obedient and submissive before him, kissing for the last time his mouth following your movement. "Good night"

Leaving him was complicated, but you were satisfied with the encounter. As you walked you felt the burning between your legs, a reminder that was to last a couple of days that he had made you his once more, that was the greatest secret they kept hidden, they had forgotten for a moment the war between families, the political problems, duty and order.

Jacaerys Velaryon watched you go, silently picking up the sword he had dropped to the ground. That simple symbol that he was capable of abandoning his duty as prince for you, he staked his honor and his word for taking you. He stayed a while longer tidying up the mess they had created, arranging the pieces of stone in the place that corresponded according to the figure, picking up from the floor some that fell without realizing it. It was he who always assumed the role of responsibility for cleaning up the mess and pretending nothing had happened. How was he going to show up tomorrow at this very spot knowing he had relations with Visenya, the spoiled and arrogant princess, right there?

He only hoped Daemon Targaryen would never discover that his daughter was the heir's favorite if he wished to one day ascend the throne.

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