#the-golden-dragoness posts

[bijouxcarys]

WAIT NO SORRY I MEANT NUMBER 5 FUCK

Okie dokie, i didn’t proof read this, but I sincerely hope it’s okay! At some point it gained some kind of mythological undertones, but I kinda like it!

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Aphrodite

Pairing: Robert Plant x Unnamed OC

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT

Smut Prompt #5: “I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

Tags: @callmethehunter @celestial-dragoness @whothefuckisanja @m-faithfull @strsmn @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @chromations @angrychicksposts

Robert was so excited when he saw that familiar face in the wings.

She said she wasn’t going to be here. That she had too much going on at work to join him on tour. But yet, here she was, an expression of encouragement towards her long-time lover as he pranced and jived across that stage.

Toothy grin plastered on his face, Robert’s energy skyrocketed, and it showed during Heartbreaker. Even from her place at the side, she caught glimpses of a singular prominent vein up the side of his strong neck as he wailed for his people.

With a permanent smirk, the Golden God strode along the expanse of the stage, dragging his snake-skin-clad feet behind him like a noble steed. Though, Robert transcended the prototypical energy of a knight and his steed.

His chest puffed and shoulders back, the command over the ministrations of his onlookers was a mere act compared to the way his fair lady conquered his being.

For a moment, he was in the midst of symphonic coitus, making balmy and visceral love to his Queen through the way his body rocked and rolled in time with Jimmy’s cadenced playing.

Through the thousands of flushed and elated faces looking up at him, he only saw her.

Even when his eyes were shut, or she was an ocean away, it was always her.

His mind began to wander. He thought of all the ways he could convey the joy of seeing her, of having her with him…by having her. He envisioned her soft, feminine form straddling his lean hips, joined together from below. She’d roll her body over his, creating a perfect rhythm synonymous with worship.

But as much as she loved to worship him, he lived to worship her.

That’s why, when all was said and done at the venue, Robert and his lover bypassed the post-show extremities and landed exactly where they both desperately needed to be. Locked away in Robert’s hotel room.

Very little was said between them as they devoured one another, mind, body, and soul.

Their lips were aching and swollen from heated kisses. Hair was tangled and clothes were carelessly disposed of once Robert had her hoisted up against the wall.

Her hands clung to his golden locks as he meshed their lips together once more, and steadily ground into her, teasing her core with what was waiting to bury itself deep inside.

Robert took advantage of the way she leaned her head back against the cool wallpaper, attacking her supple throat as he coiled his hips back and forth. Her moans were so ethereal, her gasps were the life source he needed, and her hot, flushed core was home.

She let out a small yelp as he urgently pulled her from the wall and over to the bed, making his fantasies a reality by holding her above him. She loved this position. When she was able to feast her eyes on the man she was lucky enough to call hers. To watch as his chest tightened and his jaw fastened shut, his brows creased and his plump lips dropped open to give way to hefty breaths.

Observing him intently, she raised and lowered herself onto his rock-hard cock, smirking as he widened his eyes in response.

“W…Don’t we need—“

She cut him off by pressing her hand to his mouth. With a shake of her head, she reassured him that she needed him raw and entire within. They could worry about the potential consequences later.

“Just pull out, baby…” she hummed against his lips, teasing him with a stolen kiss. “You know how much I like it when I’m covered in you…”

“Fuck,” he huffed, digging his fingers into her hair and smashing his lips into hers. He was slowly losing control. Her hands splayed across the expanse of Robert’s broad chest, using all her strength to rotate her hips just the way he liked it. His hips were instinctively lifting to meet hers, quickly picking up a pace that had them both moaning and panting in congruence with one another.

She unleashed a barrage of praises, words of pride, over his earlier performance on stage, relentlessly reminding him that he was the ruler of her world, her body, her mind, her soul… her perfect man.

Earth could have the Golden God, but she got to have him.

Robert was unable to form a coherent response, her soaked walls coating his cock and creating lewd noises below each time they met with eager, passionate thrusts. He gripped onto her with mammoth hands, moving her body in time with his the needier he became. Until it wasn’t enough. He needed to take his control back.

He sat up, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist as he flipped them over completely. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling her towards him by her legs until she was pressed flush against him. Blue eyes piercing into hers, his cock once again impaled her, and the remnants of Zeppelin’s Golden God came back into view.

Robert fell over her, humming at the restricted feeling he felt as she locked her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed and the heels of her feet pressed into his lower back. One hand on the side of her neck and the other holding onto her smaller hand, fingers intertwined, he proceeded with a spine-chilling, earth-shattering pace, angling his hips in such a way that allowed his cock to hit all the right places in the depths of her aching cunt.

“Mmm—missed you, darlin’…” he grunted, lips inches from hers. He attempted another kiss, but the speed and intensity of his love made it near impossible to do so. So he settled for the continuous dance their lips played upon one another’s. He could tell by the way her neck and chest flushed up and the heaving of her chest became unsteady that she was on the edge.

“Robert…” she gasped, arching her body up into his in an attempt to feel every single part of him. Her free hand clawed at his shoulder. She was so close now. She’d been thinking of this moment all day. He coaxed her into her blazing release, proclaiming his unconditional love for her, the woman he deemed the Aphrodite to his Eros.

The way she tightened around him sent him into overdrive, so much so that pulling out seemed like a far cry from reality. His love felt too good, but he knew better.

Robert gave her a warning look as she only seemed to strengthen the hold she had on him with her legs. With a breathless chuckle and a crooked smile, he pushed some hair out of her face to look down at her.

“I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.”

Her post-release daze made it hard to decipher what he had panted in her face, but not impossible. And in some impulsive, orgasmic throe of eternal ecstasy, she ripped her hand away from his and held his face close to her, breathing in a silky voice.

“Then don’t… come on, baby, I want it…” she encouraged him, her hips jolting through her sensitivity. “I want you inside me forever. All of you.”

“Naughty little minx…”

“Yeah?” She hummed. “Show me how naughty I am… make me feel it for the rest of the night…” She nipped at his lower lip. That did it. With a primal growl and a shudder, Robert gave her what she wanted, happily filling her with his thick load, and giving in to the power she had over his white-hot libido.

In that moment, they knew she’d be making unexpected appearances for as long as they presided at the feet of Aphrodite.

[tumblingxelian]

Image Description: A profile picture of Yang's face looking loud & unhappy, with her name & @ Golden Drago next to it.

The text below reads: "Girls mature faster"

You'd mature faster too if you had to start fending off advances from grown men in middle school.

Notes:

Saw this post and instantly thought of Yang Xiao Long given that she has to deal with similar things n canon & her familiarity with it suggests its been happening for a long time. The art is from the Arrowfell game assets pack.

[cy-cyborg-draws]

Ruas (top) and Kiesse (bottom) are the protagonists of a yet unnamed comic project I've been working on for years that's a long way from being ready to talk about publicly, but I wanted them both to have sheets for art fight this year! Kiesse's is actually a few years old at this point, but I realized I never posted it here (or on most of the social medias I use now) so when I finished Ruas's this morning, I thought I should upload it too!

[ID 1: A character sheet showing a white dragon. There are two images of him, the one on the left shows him with grey leopard-like markings, black eyes and black horns. He has 4 legs and in the place of wings, he has a pair of long arms on his back. The other image shows him in the same pose, but his grey markings and back horns are now glowing blue, and a blue light emits from his underbelly. A pair of ghostly blue wings are now also attached to his arms. The image without color is labeled "powers inactive" and the one one with color is labeled "Powers active". To the left of both images are a picture of his horns in more detail, showing that they are not actually horns, but crystals. The one on the left, labeled "Horns, powers inactive" are black, while the ones on the right are bright blue and labeled "Horns, powers active". Under both images are the color swatches used. /End ID1] ID 2: An image of a green dragoness with four legs, dark green stripes and a yellow underbelly. There are three images, one that shows her looking to the left, wearing prosthetic wings with a black socket and dark green webbing, and one facing to the right, where she is not wearing the wing prosthetics, showing her wing stumps. Under these is a top-down image of her, showing a line of golden scale-like implants down her spine. She is not wearing her prosthetics in the top-down image, showing one stump is scarred and the other isn't. Under those is the colour swatches used in her design. /End ID2]

[sorensolsikke]

[introduction post

bottom text]

hola, my name is soren – after that owl from the zack snyder animation movie which was probably an allegory of nazis??? – i am seventeen, hungarian, queer and audhd. i am also an alterhuman, and i have a fursona. if you are ready for the deeper shrek-like onion layers of my personality, you can find me curled up like an angry snake on the bottom of the post.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

here i am, delivering my beloved labels, only for you<3

i am pansexual, poly (but right now in a closed and comitted relationship) and genderfluid. here's a link where i explain my gender, if you are interested, and my pronouns page. anyways, please choose to use any pronouns you find suitable for me, including my neo/xenopronouns: ze/zem, sol/sols, wave/waves, abys/abyss, drae/dragos, pup/pups, bee/bees (i don't demand anyone to use them, i just like to think about myself by these).

i am a dragonkin with golden retriver hearttype, otherlinks other than cheetah and barn owl are yet to be discovered!! lately, i realized i don't like to be called nonhuman, therian or otherlink. I prefer being called alterhuman, -kin, and otherhearted, because even tho i feel disconnected from humanity itself, i'd like to embrace my own human side the same way i do with my animalistic one. here's a link for further explanation.

i am a burnt out highschooler, studying biology, can't wait to study my special interest [psychology] in a university. i make art, but usually would rather not post about it.

plus because i really love typology, my mbti is infj-t, melancholic-sanguine, enneagram is 4w5 sx/so with a strong 2, big five is RLOAI.

i like to mess around on my account, i have lots of reblogs, some og posts and i may vanish sometimes for a couple of days. this blog isn't for creating content, but for my own entertainment. my tag for original posts is #soren's hoard of words

(i am no fictionkin as alterhuman, but i like to collect these guys. if it's offensive towards anyone, please educate me)

[viktor-danilov]

Blonde versus brunette rivalry

Matching blondes and brunettes against each other, especially as romantic rivals, is a Hollywood technique that extends back to at least the early 1930s. In a 1932 interview with an Australian newspaper, Hollywood director Dorothy Arzner stated that lead women typically had brunette hair, while supporting women typically had blond hair.

Arzner also stated that blond women were usually cast as "fickle" types, while brunettes are cast as "deep lovers".[20]

A blonde vs. brunette rivalry exists Archie Andrews within the Archie Comics series, as the black-haired Veronica is introduced as a rival love interest of Archie Andrews

Three's Company, an ABCsitcom that ran from 1977 to 1984 featured a blonde and brunette triangle. The blonde, Chrissy Snow, was played by Suzanne Somers and the brunette, Janet Wood, was played by Joyce DeWitt.[22] 

Somers and DeWitt were continually faced with media stories that described both an on and off-screen "rivalry"[23] between the two co-stars. Both women repeatedly denied the stories and attempted to dispel "the myth that women, especially blondes and brunettes, can't get along in Hollywood."[23] 

This show was based on the British sitcom Man About the House, which likewise had brunette Paula Wilcox and blonde Sally Thomsett and Richard O'Sullivan as the man in the middle.

 2016 Washington Post article highlighted the tension between blondes and brunettes in Hollywood productions saying, "In movies, blondes and brunettes often have to battle it out."[24] In Cruel Intentions, a dark-haired Sarah Michelle Gellar spreads the rumor that her rival has fake blonde hair.[24] In Rocky IV, Sylvester Stallone battles a Russian blond nemesis named Drago.[24]The Karate Kid features Johnny Lawrence; a wealthy, golden haired villain.

[24] In Tangled, the blond-haired Rapunzel takes revenge on her black-haired step mother

[hannahhook7744]

'The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook' Moodboards (Revamped)(Part 3);

Thomasina 'Tommy' Mystique Wonderful.

Age 9 years old.

Daughter of Misty the Wonderful Witch and an unknown man (likely another pirate or magic user).

The Crew Witch of the Stormbringer.

Family: Misty the Wonderful Witch (Mother).

Pet(s): A guinea pig named 'Thunder'.

Hobbies: Potion making, fencing, spell casting, hex casting, dancing, drawing, writing, making smoothies, playing games, reading, sword fighting, toy making, and figurine/toy collecting.

Weapons of Choice: Fencing Saber.

She has magic like her mother's.

Theme song: "Thunder."

Diamond Zoë 'Zee' Snoops.

Age 13 years old.

Daughter of Madam Medusa and Mr. Snoops.

Mascot of the Stormbringer crew.

Family: Madam Medusa (Mother),

Melvin Snoops (Father),

Ramonda Snoops (Sister).

Pet(s): Sobek (Crocodile/Alligator).

Hobbies: Stealing, shiny things, collecting random objects, reading, adventuring, climbing, jogging, writing, treasure hunting, parkour, playing cards, reading gossip magazines, posting on social media, advocating for crocidles and alligators, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Handgun.

She has no magic. Based on @igetthedisneybox .

Theme Song: "Ghosting".

Rodrick Nathaniel 'Nate'  von Stiltskin.

Age 12-15 years old.

Son of Rumpelstiltskin (theorized to be adopted) and an unknown (possibly non-existent) woman.

Spy of the Stormbringer crew.

Family: Rumpelstiltskin (Father),

Rabielais von Stiltskin and Raphael  von Stiltskin (Half-Brothers).

Pet(s): Spotter (Pidgeon).

Hobbies: Disappearing, fake magic tricks, studying, pulling pranks, setting up boobytraps, reading, writing, gaming, spying, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Dagger.

He has magic (or is at least very good at faking it).

Theme Song: "Ghost".

Olivia Céline LeGume.

Age 15 years old.

Daughter of Gaston LeGume and The Enchantress (Agatha)(she was an affair baby).

Random crewmate of the Stormbringer crew.

Family: The LeGumes (No one is really sure how many kids Gaston has).

Pet(s): Sweetie (Horse),

Lovely (Cat).

Hobbies: Cooking, painting, reading, napping, looking for candy, watching tv, hanging out with friends, and listening to music.

Weapon of Choice: Bow and Arrow.

She has magic.

Theme Song: "Shutter island".

Herlando Sherwin Dancer.

Age 12 years old.

Son of Dragos the Dancer and Despoina the Mistress of Evil.

Vampire and Back Up Medic of the Storm Bringer.

Family: Dragos the Dancer (Father),

Despoina the Mistress of Evil (Mother).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Collecting fireflies, playing with yo-yos, playing ball, sailing, playing cards, tye dying clothes, reading comic books, stop motion, sparring, Tapestry, collecting things, listening to music, dancing, making smoothies, playing baseball, photography, hairstyling, learning about magic, playing memorizing games, playing games, staring gazing, learning about history, watching theory videos, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Fire poker.

He doesn't have magic but he has the powers of a vampire.

Theme Song: "Sick Boy."

Hope Faith Sid.

Age 17 years old.

Daughter of Molly Cromm-Cruach the Banshee and Yen Sid.

The Entertainment and H.R. Representive of the Storm Bringer.

Family: Lord Oberon (Maternal Grandfather),

Molly Cromm-Cruach the Banshee (Mother),

Yen Sid (Father).

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Completing puzzles, reading, singing, playing board games, listening to music, playing chess, making jewelry, embroidery, jewelry collection, boxing, theorizing, causually baking/cooking, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Rolling Pin and her scream.

She doesn't have magic but she does have banshee powers.

Theme Song: "Freak The Freak Out."

Gunner Constantine Harp.

Age 12 years old.

Son of the Golden Harp and Corwin Athanasiou (A descendant of Cupid).

Back Up, Back Up Medic and Child Minder of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Family: Cupid Athanasiou (Paternal Grandfather),

Psyche Athanasiou (Paternal Grandmother),

Hedone Imp (Paternal Aunt),

Pain Imp (Paternal Uncle via Marriage),

Paro Imp (Paternal Cousin),

Corwin Athanasiou (Father),

Goldie/The Golden Harp (Mother),

Pet(s): None.

Hobbies: Bird watching, woodcarving, treasure hunting, stargazing, baking, golfing, singing, making friendship bracelets, making flower crowns, graffiti, swimming, flying, cooking, dancing, listening to music, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Winged Switchblade.

He has a long list of powers (cause demigod, ya know).

Theme Song: "Monsters."

Moxford 'Moxie' William Frankenstein-Van Helsing.

Age 15 years old.

Son of Victor Frankenstein and Elsa Van Helsing.

Fleshgait/Zombie-like Experiment and Back Up Night Guard of The Storm Bringer.

Family: Victor Frankenstein (Father),

Elsa Van Helsing (Mother),

Ryan Frankenstein-Van Helsing (Brother).

Pet(s): Sparky (Family Dog),

Persephone (Family Dog).

Hobbies: Boxing, Wrestling, weight lighting, sparring, competitive eating contests, playing board games/cards, playing the harmonica, going on tv parties, playing sports, parkour/climbing, building minatures, dancing, swimming, just sports in general, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Mace.

He doesn't have magic but does have a few powers like inhumane strength, sharp and strong teeth, durability, retractable claws, he's able to mimic people well, etc.

Theme Song: "Monster."

Rian Theseus Frankenstein-Van Helsing.

Age 14 years old.

Son of Victor Frankstein and Elsa Van Helsing.

Zombie and Trainer of The Storm Bringer.

Family: Victor Frankenstein (Father),

Elsa Van Helsing (Mother),

Moxie Frankenstein-Van Helsing (Brother).

Pet(s): Sparky (Family Dog),

Persephone (Family Dog).

Hobbies: Swimming, petting sharks, working out, weight lifting, jogging, running, playing games, playing cards, listening to music, studying marine biology, sparring, building miniatures, readying, grilling, etc.

Weapon of Choice: Shovel.

He doesn't have magic but does have inhumane strength and inhumanly strong teeth.

Theme Song: "Secrets."

[orynamulty]

I promised to tell you about my character, this post is about Daenys.

How I came up with it;

One evening last year, I was sitting and remembering my life and I remembered Nexo knights. Then I rewatched it (since I didn’t remember almost anything from there), and my thoughts started spinning and bam!the outlines of the character appeared in my head! (damn, I’m a master at writing where it all began😆). To be even more honest, my love for Jestro was resurrected. (I'm not kidding) And from that day I began to think about ff, but for several months I did not dare to start.

When I was thinking about what to name the character, the first thing that came to my mind was Daenys. (then I rewatched season 1 of House of the Dragon, it is my main source of inspiration). From the beginning I thought; 'Okay, so be it, then maybe I'll choose another name.' But time passed and I could no longer perceive her with a different name. She is named after Daenys Targaryen who predicted the doom of Valyria. Daenys also has a Valyrian appearance (silver hair and one of her eyes is dark purple, and the other eye is bright green)

I thought for a long time about who she would be. There are already enough knights, we only have Merlock as a wizard. I decided that she would be a sorceress and a dragon rider. She also wears black and gold clothes. In the first 2 seasons she used a magic wand, but during the battle with Monstrox the wand was broken, she now uses rings instead. Robin created special shoes for her that will allow her to temporarily fly; shoes are also needed in case Daenys falls from the dragon. Things aren't going so well for her with magic, because, let's say, she has a different type of magic, but unfortunately Daenys is the last dragon rider (her dragon is also the last (probably)) and there is no one to teach her.

In my fanfic, King Halbert had a younger brother (I won’t say his name for now) who was a knight, but unfortunately Daenys’s parents died when she was a child and her aunt and uncle took custody of her. Merlock also gave her a golden-colored dragon egg with black spots. This egg belonged to Daenys's mother Alsina, who before her death asked the magician to give it to her daughter when she grew up. Daenys, like Daenys the dreamer, can see prophetic dreams, but cannot interpret them correctly, and there is no one especially to help her. She also sees the Red Witch (another of my characters, I won’t say anything about her, because this is a big spoiler).

Another fact from my fanfic (which I haven’t written there yet) although Daenys is the second princess, her uncle wanted to organize her engagement to Lance! (this is one of the reasons why she doesn’t like him, he also doesn’t treat Jestro very well). But Daenys was able to persuade her uncle not to do this, saying that she is the second princess and will not inherit the throne and all that.

I’ll also tell you a little about her dragon. When Daenys was 10 years old, a female dragon, Semergla, hatched from an egg. The dragoness has grown in 8 years, and now she is slightly larger than a horse, and Daenys was able to ride her only at the beginning of the plot. She has black scales on top and the lower part of her body is covered with golden scales, her horns and claws are black, her eyes are dark gold and the color of fire is also golden. (She, like Daenys, also doesn’t like Lance)

In this post I tried not to write all the information so as to avoid spoilers. I don’t know yet when I will translate my story into English. I was pleased to share with you information about my character and I will be glad if you want to know more about them. The Red Witch will be appearing in my fanfiction soon so maybe I'll post about her.

Thank you for your attention! Have a nice day, everyone!

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Tavern Regulars

This post is a master list of the most popular and recurring Original Characters on this blog. As characters are introduced and added to the roster, they will be linked here, with a short blurb to get to know them.

A Thief in the Night: Tiefling Rogue with a penchant for getting herself into trouble and looking for companions that can help pull her back out.

The Unwanted Prince: Minotaur Paladin who was born as a curse on his father and seeks to become the heir the kingdom deserves.

Crow on the Watch: Human Ranger raised by members of an elite fighting order who now seeks his own purpose in the wider world.

For Lord and Feylands: Lagomore Paladin loyal to her lord and master on a quest to hunt down the woman who humiliated him.

Bandit King of the South: Goliath Fighter recovering from a humiliating loss at the hands of a child and seeking to even the playing field.

The Golden Champion: Human Fighter who turned away from her life as arena champion to lend her skills in combat to the wider world.

Emon’s Muscle Mommy: Orc Barbarian with a love of adventure and excitement that will give you a night to remember if you can survive.

The Drunken Dragon: Tiefling Monk that was raised to be a legendary warrior but now spends her nights drinking and brawling.

The Naughty Changeling: Changeling Sorcerer on a quest to find her absentee father despite numerous sexual distractions.

The Dragons’ Bane: Human Gunslinger with a chip on her shoulder regarding all dragons ever and exterminating them on mass.

A Mind His Own: Ulitharid Barbarian who was seen as a threat by the hivemind and became the very threat they tried to nullify.

A Taste for Passion: High Elf Wizard who made a deal with a demon in order to get even more flavor out of the world around her.

The Danse Éphémère: Tiefling Monk living her best life despite the many loses she’s faced over the years from loved ones to limbs.

The Lady of Pearl: Tiefling Bard with a love for the performing arts and a gift for giving well-paying customers a very passionate night.

The Greatest Showman: Tiefling Warlock with a penchant for overwhelming performances and charm not even a devil can resist.

Bound by Guilt: Tiefling Paladin raised in an oppressive order and living with the grief of losing the one person who loved her.

The Crimson Sorceress: Tiefling Sorcerer who believes she is destined to become a dragoness and all the gifts that come with it.

Bane of the Waves: Tiefling Paladin raised by pirates to have a deep love and appreciation for the sea and all it gives.

The Wandering Flower: Wood Elf Druid who seeks to see all the world has to offer and isn’t afraid to get herself into trouble to find it.

Drowning the Pain: Tiefling Monk burdened with the memories of pain and anguish that he just wants to stop whatever way that he can.

Beauty of the Beasts: Human Ranger whose lust for monsters leads her to pursue more and more dangerous prey to be claimed by.

Escaping the Shadows: Tiefling Sorcerer ashamed by her wicked family and seeking to make a good a peaceful life for herself.

Ice Cold Fury: White Dragonborn Barbarian on a quest to find his true strength and become the dragon he was always meant to be.

The Deathless Knight: Tiefling Cleric so dedicated to his goddess that he stopped aging and has been fighting for centuries for her.

The Pale Huntsman: Tiefling Ranger whose hunts eventually led him to become the adoptive father of a dragon hatchling.

The Faerie Hunter: Tiefling Ranger on a quest to find the Archfey that kidnapped his sisters and banished him from his woods.

The Woodland Warden: Lagomore Druid who has dedicated herself to the protection and nurturing of the woods she calls home.

Hell's Coming With Me: Half-Orc Artificer who single-handedly reignited the industrial revolution and is trying to clean his mess.

Escape From the Pit: Dark Elf Monk raised as a slave in her own home and forced to fight in the gladiator pits and now seeks a new life.

Pride of the Fire Plane: Fire Genasi Monk with a gluttonous taste for lust and power traveling the worlds to add to his collection.

[sweetlavandertea]

working progress 🥲👍

sooo I'm working more on Lillian and I've had old concepts of her having siblings. In a tiktok I showed a glimpse of her past and showed this character down below. I'm planning to bring him back and properly introduce him!

This is one of 3 of her older brothers. (Yes I said 3.)

She has 4 brothers and 1 sister. The guy I showed in the picture above is a character I've named Aaron. I'm planning to bring back Aaron and the other siblings soon!

(But also if you didn't see a past post, she adopted my golden heart Au Wally as a younger brother!)

Here's some progress I've made on a drawing of 3 of them, but I'm currently struggling with Ibis paint rn so it's taking a bit longer then I'd like it to be 🥲

A little funny thing about this is Lillian is no where close to being as tall as them. As a dragon she can take on 3 base forms. The first I depict her the most in, second the half dragon half muppet??????,And last is a full on dragon. In the second stage she can shift her height between 3ft-7ft tall! Her normal height is 5'3 but in this drawing she's now 6'8 with Aaron on the right being 6'9 and the other brother on the left who I'll be naming Geno is 6'10!

I can't help myself! I love my dragos and I'm a proud mother of 6 ocs!

[simpingwriter]

Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'Revenge and Redemption

In the Name of Love'

Pt.1

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Ayo, we are BACK! Also...it was probably obvious by how I painted everything, but yeah...Kyra isn't dead. Yet. 👀

Thanks to everyone who voted for the second book in the last week, I will try my best to not disappoint.

But, to balance out my other hobbies and the few hours of freetime I have, I probably won't post new chapters as quick as for the first book, depending on how easy the chapters write themselves. After all there is a new Star Wars game to play- (and I finally need to finish Fallen Order...)

Enough talk, here is the as always boring introduction chapter featuring a new side character!

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.650 Words

(Also, in case you haven't read the first book yet, here you can read from the beginning of it.)

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You still felt the cracking and twisting of your neck, your spine being bent in ways that shouldn't be possible, even for you…and you remember the last words you heard before…before…

You died.

Or…at least you were pretty sure you were dead, as you slowly felt some light fall into the void you had been stuck motionless in for almost an eternity now, only your vast amounts of past mistakes and the same memories as always left for you to ponder over and over again as you were sure this was the end. The light had to be the afterlife, right?

You didn't want to leave Cal and BD like this…no, not yet…

This is too early…

But the light grew stronger, despite your protests and groveling.

Ever stronger. 

And now you were able to blink- wait, pause. You weren't able to blink in the void before, neither had you been able to move-

"Kyra?! She...she moved her hands! Quick!"

That voice…that's…that's-

"C-cal…" you groan, the name rolling from your tongue instinctively, the bright lights continuing to blind you as you regain full control over your eyelids – feeling the sleep crust stuck at your eyelashes – trying to adjust to the light…of this room. This wasn't death.

This is an infirmary.

"I'm here, Kyra, i'm here... I won't leave your side, never again!" Cal sat at your bed side, visibly exhausted with dark, sunked rings under his eyes and his hair not having seen a comb or brush for a good while now, holding onto your free right hand as his golden eyes filled with more than just worry, relief and joy. You never expected to see such emotions in these types of eyes…

These weren't just anyone's eyes though, those are Cal's eyes, no matter if they were still green or now golden and the slightest bit of red, they had never lost the warmth familiar to them. Of anything, they looked more emotional than before. He no longer had to hide his feelings from himself...

And the connection you two had…had it been tethered the whole time, had he been able to see and hear what you did? If yes, why couldn't you see his thoughts while…in a coma, you guessed?

Cal had just opened his mouth to respond when a woman dressed like a doctor nearly ran into the room, partially sliding to an abrupt stop as she looked into your eyes. Dressed like a doctor, probably is a doctor. Instead of continuing his own explanation, he can't help but chuckle lightly at your unfiltered thoughts about the woman that just came in, shaking his head in disbelief, "You don't know how glad I am that the fall didn't change you…"

Change you? Because you struck your head? Well, it's probably a very viable risk you had, you had read about amnesia and whole personalities changing after heavy head trauma-

"I came as soon as I heard your shout from the hall down, Eleventh Brother!" The older, quite energetic doctor rambled, staring at you in awe and odd wonder. Like a child seeing a Wookie for the first time.

Never seen a drago-…no…no, probably not.

"You can't believe how long I have waited for such a moment, ever after I read the old research pa-" "Dr. Puloria…" Cal, unfamiliarly cold, snaps her back to reality as her eyes widen from…fear? Or just Respect?

And did she just call him Eleventh Brother?

So, it's official…he really became an Inquisitor. But you knew that for longer now, finding out about his new "nickname" clearly just caught you off guard. You came with him knowing what would happen…and after all these things you saw on the Mantis, some too gruesome that even BD begged you to not watch any further? 

You're ready to join his side, fully and determined.

"Right, right, I am so sorry. We can continue about this when you're well rested and on the next routine check-up …okay. How do you feel, darling?" The doctor calmed herself down significantly after Cal called out her behavior, evidently needing to take a deep breath twice before she could return to a normal tone with you. What made you that interesting to her? In the end, you're just another girl in this wide-spread Galaxy. She did almost mention research papers when Cal…the Eleventh Brother…stopped her from rambling on any further. To be honest, it grabbed your attention more than it probably should right after waking up from a coma of unknown lenght.

You next realized how dried out your throat was at that moment, watching 'Dr. Puloria' look for a folder on the messy desk at the wall. Well, as good as you could look in your apparent condition, every rash and quick movement with your neck stung like a thousand microscopic vibro-blades and soon you just gave up trying to force the pain away, sticking to turning your head as slow as possible, but even that ended up being too exhausting.

Slumping back against the pillow, you feel Cal caress your unusually pale hand gently, like he could accidentally hurt you even more with the wrong touch. "Your neck took quite a hit…the Doctor said you're lucky to be naturally armored at so many parts of your body, as it saved you from getting paralyzed neck down." He laments, bringing attention to the offending and immensely obstructing object around your neck. You remember one of your assigned Clones once had to wear one of these, it stabilizes the wearer's neck until it can carry its own weight again without causing more damage or pain and the injury has healed.

Accepting your current fate, for now, you ask Cal if he could please find a glass of water for you, that your throat felt like you had swallowed a bucket of burning, coarse sand. Something he didn't even have to answer with a nod or words as he jumped to his feet and began looking for a glass and leaving the room, returning in under a minute.

"Here. Drink as many as you think you'll need, the Doctor prepared me for the moment you would hopefully wake up, so I know by now where most necessities should be..." 

So caring…and loving. You missed your Cal, missed his kind and understanding nature. Your perfect mate.

You were so…afraid, of losing this light forever. Your light, that became everything you needed and wanted in such a short and unexpected time. All because you met in the right circumstances and you were both in desperate for affection, something nobody cared for in either of you for way too long at that point. And now, for you, it's eternal. You just hoped you would never end up boring him…because you aren't his mate. Humans don't have just one mate by nature, they didn't get bound to one another like you did...

"You're overthinking again…you would never bore me, dragonfly…" And you missed your nickname, only ever used by him, rolling off his tongue.

From the corner of your vision, you saw Dr. Puloria listening along very clearly, at some points even forgetting to look more for the folder instead, which in turn called her out to you. She really was interested in…you, or it seemed like that to you at least.

"Cal, can I get another one, pretty please?" You ask sweetly, holding out your glass, the puppy eyes very much unnecessary as he had already gone to fetch you a fresh glass of water. He would do anything just to know you're not in any more unneeded pain.

This was the fourth now. But you were sure that one would then be enough for now, feeling your throat being hydrated once more, not the grizzly dryness from before. Now you were just extremely thirsty.

Just as quickly as the other three times, the completely dressed in black – and some red accents – Boy returned, his eyes kept trained on you the whole time, afraid you could fall back out of consciousness if he didn't for some reason. But you wouldn't go anywhere, you're staying right here with him, at his side and his warmth.

"I was so scared…I never felt so out of control in the air..." you didn't even plan to say that, it just…slipped out, Cal grimacing at your wounded words, "Me too, I thought- I mean…there, there was so much blood, Trilla said that you were a lost cause, but I just couldn't leave you to die…all, all alone, nobody at your side…not after the things you told me, about the things you witnessed yourself."

The image he had to have seen flooded your thoughts, something you weren't sure if he even knew he let you see through your connection. He was right, there was a lot of blood. So much purple on the sharp rocks that stopped your fall…and…oh- oh no…

Your seemingly lifeless body was forgotten by you as you saw something else lie close to you, broken limps scattered and sparks coming from the ripped cables and broken optics, was BD. He…he didn't make the fall. And you began to remember that he slipped from your weakened grasp at that moment. 

He trusted you, to keep him safe. He jumped for you…

And you couldn't keep even BD safe…

"BD…" you mumble, a stray tear on your scales wiped away by Cal as he realized with panic what you saw, first apologizing for forgetting how open the thoughts of yours were to each other if you didn't restrict them or similar. "He…I took him with me. I couldn't leave him either way, he had been my companion for this whole journey, he risked his memories for my stupid waste of a journey …"

You know exactly how it feels, to lose even the smallest size of a friend…it hurts no less than the other full sized ones. Maybe even more since they clearly were depending on you keeping them safe. It was your own failure that took your own former companion from you…just like with BD.

But BD…you saw a sliver of hope for him. Unlike with the little green blob you were grateful to have called your friend once upon a time, BD is fixable. His bones aren't unfixable, there was no blood to lose and no skin to tear.

Would you ever be able to scrub that image from your mind, or at least...learn to deal with the fact that it happened?

Just as Cal is about to ask you about the friend you meant, he is once again interrupted by the Doctor, a bitter pout wandering onto his expression as he sighs. 

Later, Cal, later…

"So, well, first of all, I should inform you of your current whereabouts. You're on Nur, the Moon of Mustafar. I hope to the dear makers you're not claustrophobic, because we are 90% underwater in this base." Nur…you remember the name, you once passed through the Mustafar System with a different Jedi Master you found trying to "hide" out. Quite insulting to your actual attempt trying to hide from the Empire when he was just two planets off of Coruscant, trying to drink himself into his own Coma.

You knew that man well from your former time at the Temple, sometimes having been the substitute for when your actual Master was needed by the Council for a meeting. You also knew he once had a Padawan of his own, one you never had the pleasure to meet…but to hear the various stories and adventures of the two. The good and the bad, all while his said former Master got wasted beyond the stars...

Master Tegra never let you meet the other Padawan as he was afraid of you getting rejected once more, like usual. He never told you out right, but it was so obvious it sometimes hurt more than the possible rejections from your peers. He didn't want you to get rejected left and right because it would lead to frustration. And frustration was an entrance path to getting on the wrong side of the force.

Worked out very well for you, old man…

You were long gone…how long? Maybe already before Cal lost his way, maybe on that or that planet a few years ago…but you never fully realized when you began to lose the balance Master Tegra taught you feverishly. Your course changed so subtly, not even you noticed until it was too late to really ever return...

The doctor continued reading the folder for you, pointing out some of the minor injuries that healed while you had been bound to the bed…for how long were you even unconscious? Days? Weeks?...Months?

"Okay, that list being done, let's continue to the two that still have to take their time to heal, the ones you have to be careful with to not worsen them once I release you from the Infirmary tomorrow." You would be getting released already tomorrow? That sounds too good to be true, you absolutely hated Doctors. Well, not the people. But having to go to their office…back in the Temple you remember clinging to door frames with all your four claws, sometimes even utilizing your fangs, your Clones trying in groups of five to tear you off the said frames because you were up for the monthly blood tests.

You were nearly fearless, but needles…oh nononono. Not needles. You didn't even know why you had that particular fear in the first place, as the needles they used didn't even hurt on your skin. Some weren't even strong enough to penetrate deep enough at your normal skin, it also being tougher than your average human's skin.

"First off, your neck injury. It was heavy blunt trauma, it shook your spine up a bit, to say it in layman's terms. But nothing some position correction couldn't fix. You're getting the neck brace taken off in two days by the way, as you're healing very well. I account that to your heightened immune system of your species." Right, a neck brace, that's what they were called…you already felt bad for the Clone back then, but wearing one yourself felt like a tiny prison, even drinking your karking water just now had been a struggle. 

"And secondly, the only thing you will need to be careful of for a while…your wing. I bonded the torn membrane with advanced bacta patches, to draw them together and let them heal and scar naturally."

Right…

She cut your wing…she took what made you who you are. She is the reason you're here today, stuck in an infirmary bed.

The reason you woul-

"Relax, Kyra, you'll be having all the time in the Galaxy to think about your revenge…but you need to get better first." You hated it when Cal was your only voice of reason – now not even BD was here anymore to encourage your chaotic thoughts, just for fun and to see what would happen – of all possibilities, it had to be the boy that chose the Empire of all places as your safest choice. 

"I heard that." "Good." You already back in the next breath, giving him the first snarky smile since a while now again before your attention went to the odd feeling behind you, something you noticed just now only.

It's gauze wrapped around your entire wing…how did they manage that and just how much gauze did they waste on that?

Did they really think some weirdly advanced bacta patch of all things the medical field had to karking offer, could fix your wing? Such injuries have crippled your ancestors for life, why would you be any different! 

You…you would never fly again, you would never be able to feel the breeze on your face and scales once more…

No more were you a proud drago-

"The gauze I will take off tomorrow morning, don't worry about that restricting feeling as of now, it is only there in case you thrash in your sleep or subconsciously tried stretching your wing in your unconscious state." That- That wasn't the problem…the problem was that something so important couldn't be just fixed by slapping a karking bacta patch on it, hoping it would magically heal like they did with every other wound…

Never could you take Cal…or BD, for flights again, all your worth your body had, cut apart like cheap paper, by your own Lightsaber…insult to injury.

"We can do nothing else but try, Kyra. And I trust Dr. Puloria. She is maybe a bit too energetic and a bit hectic sometimes, but she does great work!" At the 'energetic and hectic' part, the white haired woman pulls her eyebrows up in question before chuckling, "Yeah, I might need to drink a bit less Caf before my shifts. But you need to understand, it's really hard to stay awake without it in a job like mine. Doctors and Nurses need to be up almost 24/7, especially when your understaffed." That had also been a common problem at the Temple, but they let their patients feel their exhaustion…they were rude and rough with you, hoping to be done with you as soon as possible. 

And then people really had the audacity to wonder why you tried avoiding their offices as much as possible. Not only to not be forced to get treated like that as well, but also with a small thought in the back of your head: If they had at least one less patient…would it lift some of their work off their shoulders?

Your stomach suddenly intervened your thoughts, gurgling loudly in protest. It had to have been empty all this time, the…ugh…needle in the back of your hand – however they managed to penetrate through the scales of all possible places – probably part of some bag with a mineral and vitamin liquid to keep you from becoming too malnourished while you couldn't eat. Cal reacted the quickest at the foreign, strange noise, his unoccupied hand going to look and search through the pockets at the back of his uniform's pants. It proudly returned with a bar somewhat the length of his palm, wrapped in matt black plastic, which he immediately went to unwrap for you.

'Energy Bar - Imperial Ration #28907ENB' it simply read…minimal design, you liked that. 

At the sight of the small Energy Bar, the Doctor sighs in some distinct type of disappointment, "Eleventh Brother, an Energy Bar like that, basically nothing but sugar for said Energy, is not going to make her any less hungry…this is for training, so keep it for that. Eat that yourself, I will get her something different, more nutritious in the meantime…"

Makers, you hated Doctors and their sense of needing to be correct all the time sometimes.

Pouting, both of you, you wait for her to leave the darkly colored yet incredibly bright room. Then, Cal went to break the bar in half anyways. "Here, at least take a bit of it while she's out…" For an Energy Bar made for and probably by the Empire, it did look karking delicious. But that could also be just your stomach thinking and making decisions for you.

"Then you'll also get a culinary taste of what awaits you, I guess?" What awaits you in the first place? You didn't care in the end, you would be ready for anything if it is at his side again…you would've even continued suffering on the Mantis, if he had decided to stay.

"You know I eat absolutely everything." You return with the same tired and a bit loopy smile as before. The needle was feeding you more than just vitamins and minerals, definitely.

"Which speaks even more against Greez's cooking, not even you brought every meal down…"

While Greez wasn't exactly bad at cooking…he was definitely a niche chef, as you would call it. He had certain ingredients he was able to cook well with and others, oh well, they were a lost cause in his four hands…

Fortunately you no longer had to witness that daily disaster. "You want to eat your half yourself or can I…" "Yes, you can…you forgot that I can hear your thoughts too?"

He looked just a bit stunned before he shook his head sheepishly, coming closer to your already slightly open mouth with the Energy Bar. "Please don't bite my finger, I know you're hungry- Ow." 

Now you just had to do it, for the simple fact that he really thought you would eat his hand. But you bit him only very gently, his 'ow.' ending up to be more playful than anything else as he pulls the baked and glazed bar away again, "What did I just say? You're a bad girl."

A- a w-what...

The second attempt, you kept your sharp fangs to yourself and finally also ended up getting the food he promised you, chewing satisfied on the still slightly crunchy cereals and fruits it contained. It really tasted as good as it looked, maybe favorite snack worthy…

No, that was Cal-

"I heard that one too." "Ah good, I was worried for a moment it didn't reach you-" another snarky moment of yours was cut short when you felt his soft and as always needy lips on yours, a low moan growing in his throat as you melted back together. As surprising as this came right now, you waited for him to finally claim you once more.

You remember the final, burning feelings of regret as you fell back down to the planet, how you regretted not kissing Cal when you had found him again in the mountains after all these months, that you wished you had just gone with your guts and kissed him then and there.

That you would've just believed him and Trilla instead of having to investigate yourself, but anyone would've done the same thing after having been fed these lies by the Republic all their life…

Just as he deepened the kiss, becoming rougher with his lips, feeling his tongue ask for entrance and his hands starting to carefully as possible cradle your injured head, you both heard someone clear their throat. Dr. Puloria…

"She is supposed to eat food, not your face, Eleventh Brother. Same accounts for you." 

He jumps off of you instantly, face burning as bright red as your fire as his hands had been quite obviously been caught in the cookie jar. Was…was it still forbidden for you two? Did you still have to hide your relationships and feelings for each other?

Cal heard your thoughts perfectly, you knew that and still he kept his mouth shut this time as the Doctor placed a tablet with two plates onto a bed-table for you. "Usually I would have a Droid helping me with these tablets, but that stupid thing broke down two days a-" she stops rambling to mostly herself at this point when she realizes that neither of you two had really listened to her, eyes going from you to him and back to you.

"Right…The Eleventh Brother has been "vaguely" hinting at you two being…more than friends. And apparently no one has bothered to tell him in his three, nearly four, months here that relationships aren't forbidden. But it is kind of awkward running into two people just kissing…"

That does explain her odd reaction...

That also means though you're wrong with your earlier fearful assumption, you no longer have to hide your relationship…you can finally live your life, even if it meant being on the apparently bad side of this intergalactic war…

This was the moment Cal always talked about, wasn't it? About having to be selfish at some point for one's own happiness instead of constantly watching out for others. A teaching only oneself can learn, as no Jedi was taught that piece of advice. If anything, showing selfishness was also forbidden, like many other freedoms that made up living life as a whole.

Did the Jedi ever truly live life to their fullest?

Surprisingly, it had been a dark question plaguing your mind even as a youngling and Padawan already – just that it was more innocent in nature back then – watching the idle lives of the other Jedi Knights, Master and fellow Padawans pass by without any memorable moments seemingly sticking to them. At least, they never openly showed them to their kin. Everyone would think they're getting attached…and then…well, you didn't know what they did to punish them. Even though your own Master was part of that same Council, he was very tight lipped about what happened beyond these ominous, big doors.

While they followed their boring daily routines, you had a huge amount of natural curiosity that often led to you ending up in trouble, usually saved by your Clone Troops. They had covered for you so many times…if you had been just a bit better behaved- No…it's in the past now, there…there was nothing that could bring Zeta and the rest back to you…nothing.

The scars of that day at last began their healing when Cal abruptly fell into your life, something you still like to describe as a punch to the face from just how sudden it was, the frequent small little conversation you shared ever since the night on that Bardottan Market and at that small lake helping not just with your emotional healing.

"But that's part of a matter that isn't my expertise. I just make sure none of you bleeds out, dies of poisoning or gets an infection…well, and annual check ups."

Kark no, not check ups.

"Here, you should eat now. Afterwards, you should rest up – and no more funny business – you're supposed to speak to the Grand Inquisitor tomorrow noon after I officially released you and we just can't have you looking even more mentally out of it than you're already." She hands you a pair of metal cutlery before turning around to leave, "And Eleventh Brother, you should be rested for tomorrow's hearing as well. Do both of you a favor and sleep at your room tonight."

With that, she left the room once again, which – taken from her overall tone – probably the last time you saw her for today as Cal silently agreed with a nod. But you could hear the growing wish to protest against her, that he wanted to stay at your side even now that you're awake. Especially now…he had waited so long for you to wake up again.

Actually, thinking about that, you hadn't even had the thought to ask about how long you had been unconscious for-

"Four weeks…you were in a coma for four whole weeks, that's why most of your wounds have healed by now." 

Four weeks…of wasted time.

Time you could've used to plan your revenge.

Meaning you had to push even harder than probably expected of you, you needed to get back on your feet as soon as possible.

They would all regret treating you in such ways…they would get to see what happens if you keep pushing...and pushing a person, until they had to figuratively and literally jump over the edge...

Today, we write about the day the Galaxy gained another Sith...

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[ID: The first post is what appears to be a crayon drawing of Elmo from Sesame Street. He is wearing a blue scarf. Next to him is blue text that says, "It is okay if it's taking more time than you thought."

The reblog is a screenshot of a reblog by @/the-golden-dragoness from @/loveable-sea-lemon that has tags that say, "#thank you elmo #you always have my back"

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ULTRAMagic Eon 1 Chapter 18

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After Aureolus told his father, Barna, about what had happened at the guild hall, he went over to Blood-Wraith’s house. Drusa and Vexation were there, stating Blood-Wraith was in his room pouting. Aureolus figured as much and headed upstairs to find that the bedroom door was unlocked. Thinking about how he wanted to approach the situation, Aureolus focused and took the form of a young adult version of himself (and figured he would stay like that, wanting to act his age). Opening the door, he saw Blood-Wraith scrunched up against the wall on his bed. Aureolus went over to the desk, sat down, and began fiddling with one of Blood-Wraith’s stress toys.

“I’m working on that apology, Aureolus…” Blood-Wraith mumbled.

“Really? Kind of looks like you’re pouting to me…”

Hearing the older, more mature voice immediately brought Blood-Wraith out of his funk, causing him to get up. “Aureolus, is that you?” His best friend looked a lot older, with even his magic armor having had altered itself to fit him. “What did you do?”

“Oh I just figured I’d grow up a little. I am turning 18 soon enough after all.”

Blood-Wraith took a breath and got off of his bed, straightening out his uniform. He then began organizing some of the mess on his floor. “Is Will alright?”

“Don’t know, as I came here to check on you. Turns out Rostislav was waiting outside the conference room the entire time…”

“I’d say I wondered why he waited, but I guess I have to apologize to him too.”

“It wouldn’t hurt. Look, Blood? I don’t mean to be blunt, but what you said to Will was pretty mean. At no point during our mission did I view him as a killer. A little gungho? Sure. And given that he’s a special operative of The Liger Brigade, I think he feels conflicted at the moment, with the golems giving him an outlet for his aggression.”

That notion caused Blood-Wraith to think, recalling something he had been told about four months prior. “I guess I’ve been adhering to Dunja’s words a little too much as of late… but I don’t want us taking an innocent life, you know? I mean, I’ve had time to think about the difference between Dunja and Milosh, and it makes the distinction even more important. Does Will understand that?”

“Well he is a soldier…”

“What kind of soldier though?”

Aureolus paused and nodded. “A fair point, but it sounds like Captain Briggs instilled the right values in him. Blood, I get that you’re a knight and have a duty to uphold, but you need to trust people. Your Leif’s successor, and he was able to trust other people.”

Blood-Wraith felt a pang of longing nostalgia tug at his heartstrings. “Yeah, he would have… Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”

“And let Tiberius work with him. I bet he’ll fix Will’s issue in no time.”

That warranted a chuckle as Blood-Wraith felt a little guilty. “No doubt Drago told mom and dad about what happened, so I’m probably going to get a talking to,” he remarked as he opened the door. “Come on, let’s head back to the guild.”

With a quick trip on Golden Dragon, Blood-Wraith and Aureolus were back at the guild hall in no time at all. Strangely Blood-Wraith sensed a portal going outwards, but thought nothing of it. Everyone was a little surprised to see Blood-Wraith back so quickly, and shocked by Aureolus’ mature stature. The two were led to the main hall, where Tiberius stood on the stage. His back was turned to the rest of the hall, with it clear that he was deep in thought. Blood-Wraith, Aureolus, Dragoslava, and Deimos walked up to him, with Tiberius turning to address them with a subtle smile on his face.

“Tiberius, I’m sorry about the snowball,” Blood-Wraith apologized. “And everything else…”

“Apology accepted, Blood,” he said as he got down to give him a comforting hug. “You’re still a child and have a long way to go, but this is a step in the right direction. Stay the path and you’ll become a truly spectacular knight one day.”

“And I'm going to stop interfering. You guys are meant to run the guild, not me.”

Deimos chuckled. “Very grown up of you, Blood… ha, just like Aureolus here!” This made Aureolus chuckle in return.

“I remember back when Mind-Wraith first joined the guild,” Tiberius recalled, the nostalgic feeling warming his soul. “He was quite the whippersnapper himself.”

Dragoslava patted Blood-Wraith on the back. “Haha, no need to worry, bro. It’s all good. Just save the snowballs for winter break.”

“Is dad upset with me?”

“Nah, but he does want to talk to you later… also I think he’s secretly proud of you.” This made everyone laugh.

“Ready to go see Will, Blood?” Ludwig asked from one of the tables. He was accompanied by Rostislav.

“Yup… oh, sorry, Rostislav.”

“No worries, laddie, I’ve been through worse,” Rostislav replied as he and Ludwig got up. “You should meet my dad sometime. He always has something useful to say in situations like this.”

The three made their way to the Future Squad’s quarters where Ludwig knocked on the door several times. “Will, aufstehen… Will?” They waited for a moment with not a sound coming from the room, not even the television. “Okay then, I mean he could be taking a nap. It’s not beyond him…”

“Will, you okay, buddy?” Rostislav said as he opened the door and looked around. “Uh, guys? I don’t think he’s here…”

“What!?” Ludwig exclaimed as he barged past Rostislav and searched the room.

Blood-Wraith then noticed a note on the table and read it, causing him to worry. “Guys? I think he went to spy on Valerie…”

Ludwig zeroed in on that and took the note from Blood-Wraith’s hands. “Schieße! That loose-ARGH, we should’ve brought Captain Briggs along!”

“Oh jeez, what are we going to do?” Rostislav questioned.

“Go get him, obviously!!” Ludwig snapped back

“Should I come too?” Blood-Wraith asked.

“No, stay here for now just in case things get out of hand, we’ll be back in a second. Come on, Private!” Ludwig ordered as he and Rostislav ran out the door.

Ludwig was not sure what was going to happen, but he did not want to take any chances with the Flow of Time. He barreled out of the guild hall in his true form, a winged dog demon, flying up into the sky. Normally he obscured himself in thunder clouds, but now was not the time for that. Rostislav was close behind, with two, giant bat wings having sprouted from his back. To say the mission was growing more complicated by the minute was an understatement. And the funny thing was that Ludwig already knew this was supposed to happen, but he had lost control to his instincts.

Will was struggling to fight back against Eloise. Yale was frozen inside a popsicle-like block and Will’s limbs were encased in the frozen ice cream. His torso was also partially encased, making it incredibly hard to move. Such a predicament would have been no problem had Faustus been there. Having had enough of messing around with Will and making puns at his expense, Eloise enlarged her gloved hands to the size of refrigerators and slammed him in between them. The result was the mage being frozen in a slab of ice cream, with his body partially emerging from the tasty-looking prison. As Eloise celebrated her success, she panicked when she noticed Ludwig and Rostislav running up.

“Oh shoot!” she exclaimed as an ice cream golem picked Will up. “Just borrowing him for a little bit!”

“Hand him over, Eloise!” Ludwig demanded.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way!” Rostislav warned as they got closer, smelling like brimstone.

Eloise nervously glanced around as she had to think quickly. “How about the chocolatey way!?” She tossed out two chocolate orbs that exploded into pillowy clouds of sweet-smelling dust upon reaching their targets. This left Ludwig and Rostislav encased in immobile, chocolate statues. “Wow, I didn't think that would work…” Ludwig then shook back and forth, startling her. “Aiyee! Let’s skiddaddle, golem!” They then slid down the mountainside, making a clean getaway.

A moment later Ludwig’s shell exploded off of him, with him looking utterly infuriated. Searching around, Eloise was nowhere to be found, meaning she had got away. Unable to hold in his frustration any longer, he roared in an anger that had lost its patience a long time ago. A lightning bolt struck the hillside and the loud thunder crack that accompanied it made Eloise hurry her pace back into the castle. Growling and snarling, Ludwig went over to Rostislav and slammed him on the ground, breaking the upper half of his chocolate shell.

“QUIT SLEEPING ON THE JOB, PRIVATE,” Ludwig barked.

“OW, HEY! That chocolate was damn strong, Fido!” Rostislav then hardened some lava around his fist and freed his legs. “So I guess she got away then?”

“What do you think!?”

Rostislav groaned. “Alright, jeez… bloody dogs…” He then noticed a brick of frozen ice cream, picked it up, and melted it. Yale was trapped inside.

“WILL, WATCH OUT!” the fairy yelled once his head was freed. “Will!?”

“Sorry, Yale, but she got away…”

Yale went bright red with anger and flew around like a swarm of wasps. “I told him this idea was dumb!!”

“What’s the verdict, Captain?” Rostislav inquired. “Shall we pay Valerie a visit?”

Taking a breath to soothe his nerves that quelled the thunder around them, Ludwig picked up Will’s Liger Binoculars and looked through them. “Schieße, someone’s rallying the defenses already. Let’s fall back for now…”

“What?!” Yale protested as he got in Ludwig’s face. “We can’t just leave him behind! Captain Briggs would…”

“Yes, Captain Briggs would consider going after him, but I am not Antares. We lack the means to stage a rescue, we are falling back. Besides, I trust Valerie.”

“But the timeline?” Yale put forth in a defeated tone.

“Well we’re still here, aren’t we?” Rostislav pointed out. “Didn’t Zal and Schwarzes say that everything that happens going forward is meant to happen, Ludwig?”

“I hope so, Private…” he replied with a sigh.

Yale flew over to Rostislav as they began to leave, with Rostislav picking up Will’s pack. “This doesn’t feel right. I’m supposed to be watching him.”

“And you’re doing a good job, Yale,” Ludwig reassured. “It’s just that Valerie is clever and this is out of our hands at the moment.”

“Don’t forget Eloise,” Rostislav reminded. “Now we know where Eliza-Rex got all of her smarts from.”

Yale buzzed a little with a slight growl. “But we can handle it, can’t we?”

“Yale, this is a complex situation,” Ludwig asserted as they continued down the mountain trail, past the one leading to Blood-Wraith’s tomb. “Right now we need to allow for the circumstances to be in our favor again. Valerie is currently preparing for us, which would lead to more defeat. You don’t just fly head first into enemy territory unless you can secure victory right then and there.”

“Read The Art of War, Yale,” Rostislav suggested. “Lord knows Fido made us memorize it to Hell and back…”

“Terrain 31, Private.”

Rostislav groaned as they kept walking. “Sun Tzu says ‘hence the saying: If you know the enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt; if you know Heaven and know Earth, you may make your victory compete.’”

That seemed to calm Yale down, as it sounded like the two knew what they were doing. Of course another question popped into his head. “Hold up, I thought you two were special ops for the M.A.I.G. of your universe. What gives?”

“You think we don’t get deployed into active combat, given what we dealt with back home?” Ludwig asked in response.

“I guess you’re right then…”

“This isn’t our first rodeo, Yale,” Rostislav reassured. “And we have done rescue missions and hostage negotiation before… doesn’t mean we’re not nervous, however.” After a moment of further walking, he realized the elephant in the room and kicked a stone off of the path. “How are we going to break this to the rest of the guild, Ludwig?”

“I’m… aware of that, Private,” Ludwig answered slowly in contemplation.

Yale grumbled. “Either way Blood’s going to get a piece of my mind for what he said to Will…”

“If it’s any consolation, Yale, he is sorry for the outburst,” Rostislav clarified.

“Oh, really?”

“Indeed,” Ludwig replied. “He apologized to Tiberius and even Rostislav.

“I see…” Yale glowed a pinkish red. “Well, I’m still going to speak to him about it.”

Next: 

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[sinokami]

The barbaric bard strode forward and ripped the posting from the board. Taking another cursory glance at the flyer, he found a smaller description of the dragon in question sitting along the bottom edge of the parchment. Its scale coloration was reported to range from a deep black into a subdued purple. Its behavior was reported to be rather curious, as if it were toying with its prey before striking.

Clearly, taking on this dragon would make for either the greatest songs or one hell of a eulogy.

The forest was a-twitter with songbirds of every type as the bard marched forward, hefting his axe along his shoulder as the foliage continued to blot out the sunlight. According to what scant reports he could find, the dragoness was rather fond of shadowy woodlands, and there had been murmurs of an uneasy aura being felt around this area.

Taking a few steps forward, Steele's ears immediately picked up the snapping of a branch some distance behind him. Quickly, he spun around, and his golden eyes widened in shock. He wasn't nearly quick enough!

Open RP Starter: Dragon Slaying

The bounty hung off the upper corner of the guild hall's job board, fluttering a bit each time the door swung open. It had been there for a few weeks now—over a month, at least!—and still, no one had dared accept it. Of course, one look at the job listing itself told all it needed to:

"WANTED: Adventurer willing and able to hunt down the dragon terrorizing the countryside. Rumored to be Adolescent to Adult, and the cause of at least three of the township pillagings this year. Reward of 10,000 gold upon successful slaying of dragon—proof of kill to be offered prior to acceptance of reward."

Clearly, not a quest for the faint of heart, which was why so many in the guild had ignored it...and why every head in the hall turned as they watched you rip it from the board and walk out to your quest.

[Choose one dragon to go after]

[cursed-cuckoo-wasp]

Hybrids of Hope or Hell

Chapter Five : Pitcher Plant

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Freezing in terror, the booming voice echoed off of the uneven walls of the cavern. Two foreboding large shadows had cast the frightened little dragons into darkness. Sandy gravel crunched unpleasantly under Eclipse's talons as she whipped around to face the owner of the projective voice. Chipped white fangs contrasted against dark scales as she opened her muzzle to speak, however a smooth, sultry voice abruptly interrupted Eclipse.

"It looks like we have a pair of little...visitors." Two figures ominously materialised out of the grasping shadows around Eclipse and Cuckoowasp. One of the sandwings was significantly smaller than the other, her revealing herself as the one who had previously spoke. Her low tone continuing, "isn't that just...thrilling?"

Nervously casting a quick glance to Eclipse, Cuckoowasp hesitantly turned around, "I'm sorry but we just fell into a hole and ended up here, we will get out of your scales right away if you could just tell us how to leave?" They anxiously rambled, praying that the sandwing pair would just let them go.

One of the figures chuckled darkly, stepping a little closer so that the lone flickering torch illuminated the pair in an uneasy golden glow. "Oh, you really are just adorable, aren't you?"

The other sandwing, who towered over Eclipse and Cuckoowasp just the same as her partner, decided to speak up, "you say you fell down here, hm? All by yourself into this hidden cave?" her voice was unnaturally patronising, her tone making the little dragons feel sickly.

"Yeah there was a...sinkhole I think. And we had to squeeze into here to escape it, you can see it just through that hole right there." Pointing towards the shadows, Cuckoowasp gestured to the doorway like rock formation.

Glancing towards the opening, then back to the nightwing and hivewing, the smaller one tilted their head to the side. Examining the shaken looking young dragons with narrowed eyes, she spoke with her seductive tone once more, "Ah, a sinkhole..how...unfortunate."

Drawing frantic eyes to herself again, the larger sandwing opened her fatal looking mouth. "And you just...happened to end up here? In this secluded secret system of tunnels, hm? Doesn't sound too likely does it?"

Looking towards Eclipse, Cuckoowasp felt concern as they saw the former still frozen with fear, not even able to meet the sandwing's gazes, let alone reply. "Yeah, you should really check it out incase it engulfs the whole cave system."

Laughing sinisterly the smaller female took another step closer, "oh, how thoughtful of you to warn us."

To Cuckoowasp's relief, the two dragoness' circled them and then steered off towards the hole in the rock. The smaller one entered the room, posting the larger one outside to keep a keen watch on the pair. The sound of rocks sliding over one another echoed throughout the tunnels followed by a shrill yelp. Almost snagging her horns on the uneven rock wall, the larger sandwing hastily darted into the room, urgency evident in her worried expression.

Seeing the opportunity, the green dragon took Eclipse by the claws and bolted as quick as they possibly could in the opposite direction of the villainous sandwing couple. A small cry of surprise slipped on Eclipse's tongue as she quickly launched into the air behind Cuckoowasp.

Rapidly recovering, the nightwing beat her silver lined wings fiercely as the pair shot down a tunnel. Twisting and writhing like a dying animal, the long hallways of darkness made it difficult to navigate their escape. However, the furious cries and yells of the dragoness' faded from earshot, providing at least a little hope to the terrified dragons.

Risking a look back into the daunting dark tunnels, fear that Cuckoowasp would see the couple bounding around the corner urged their wings to flap faster. The beckoning blackness of the caves remained undisturbed as the hivewing's insectoid wings decelerated slightly to search for an exit.

The vicious sound of wings thrashing lessened as Eclipse followed in suite, "I think... I think we got away..." she sputtered quietly, fear and exhaustion lacing her heaving breaths.

"I hope so, but let's not bet on it." They responded, continuing to limp hastily in the direction they had picked. As the pair tried to tread carefully, a question presented itself in Cuckoowasp's mind, "why is your name Eclipse? I mean nightwings usually have two word names like; Morrowseer, Deathbringer, Starflight, Fatespeaker..."

Glancing over at Cuckoowasp as she walked, a slight smile formed on her face, "yeah, most nightwings have two word names but there are some exceptions, and I happen to be one of them. My parents named me Eclipse cause I was born during a triple solar eclipse. They thought it was special or something, honestly I never questioned it myself."

"Fair enough, do you get any special powers for being born on an eclipse? You know with all the moon stuff with nightwings?"

Chuckling lightly, Eclipse pondered for a moment, "well, normal nightwing powers are there like reading minds and prophecy. But as far as special powers? I guess I can change the temperature of any room I'm in, but I don't know if that's real though."

"Woah! That's like super cool!" Cuckoowasp exclaimed as they finally managed to stumble upon the opening of the caves. Stretching their wings, they tried to roll off the ache in their bones as they readied themselves to take off once more. Looking back towards Eclipse, they made sure they were ready for flight-

An infuriated shout shook the sandy ground.

"Now where do you think you're going?!"

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[dragostravelblog]

Return Of A Clown.

Welcome one and all to a land of unknown Mysteries and strange New UI.

A Website Free of word limits and comedically self destructing supervillains.

Yes ladies gentleman and all in-between you are looking at...

A Blog post.

Don't worry folks you'll return to the safe confides of chatter shortly, until then I feel a reintroduction is in order for those who have Joined in my Absence.

my name is Drago, part time accidental dragon tamer and full time owner of the least funny Galarian award, quite the honour eh?

anyways down to Buisness.

the Historic Johto region, the rich history, the Beautiful sights, the confusing legality of underage gambling, Shuckle.

what a place to behold.

And what did me and my beloved gang of Brothers in arms that I fight alongside first decide to do on our first day of this newfound Journey?....

that's right......

MCDONALDS BABY!!!!!! NOT EVEN JOHTO CAN STOP THE ECONOMIC MARCH OF THE ACCURSED GOLDEN M!!

that's right you've been deceived! fooled! Bamboozled even! this is no ordinary blog post, No... This here is a travel Blog! what wacky Hijinks will ensue on this Quest, will our merry band of misfits collect all 8 badges, will our obnoxious hero learn what good comedy is? Will this Madness ever end!?

Questions that will have to be Answered next time.

Until then I bid all of you fine readers adieu.

[the-golden-dragoness]