#this one was really fun to work on

[oathofoaksart]

dinner is certainly unorthodox at onslaught hq…

[fe-fictions]

Keaton x Corrin Commission (Kana and Velouria get kidnapped, and it’s up to the beast parents to bring them back!!)

Velouria and Kana were both tender pups, only five and three years old respectively. Kana had already shown signs of having an affiinity for the dragonic, while your daughter had transformed into a Wolfskin not once, but twice in the last six months.

Keaton said it could start young, but you weren’t expecting it THAT young. Regardless, the four of you were happy. 

The children were safe in their Outrealm, a manor tucked snugly away in the middle of a thick forest, and a place you could not visit often enough. They were growing up so very fast, and you didn’t want to miss a second of it.

You never thought that your time with them could be ripped away from you.

“Whew!!” Keaton emerged from the master bedroom with a long stretch and a satisfied yawn, his arms fell around your waist and pulled you close.

“Good nap?”

“It definitely was! There’s nothing like clean forest air to soothe the senses…when we win the war, we’ll get to move into a big forest house like this one, right?”

“Well…I’m a royal, dear. I don’t think we’ll be able to live anywhere other than the castle.”

“Boo.” Keaton huffed, burying his face in your neck. “Can we at least buy a forest villa or something, for vacations? Like a grotto, or something!”

“We certainly can discuss it. I’m sure Xander won’t have an issue with us wanting a little independence. It’s not like I’m high on the succession list.”

“Then I’ll start asking around for potential forest havens right away!” Keaton grinned, relaxing his hold on you and enjoying the gentle quiet. “...Hmm…where are the kids? It’s awfully peaceful for our typical late afternoon.”

“They’re out playing; but they’re not far off. You should be able to hear them.”

Keaton pricked his ears, searching for the sounds of children laughing or for the lighthearted bickering that often accompanied playtime. It could go either way with those two…which just meant they were quite close.

Sure enough, he could hear them frolicking about in the woods, the crunch of leaves under their feet loud and clear.

His tail swished pleasantly, “Sounds like they’re having loads of fun out there.”

“I’m jealous. Dragon ears can only hear so much, unless I want to transform. I feel like I can’t hide anything from you three.”

“Aww, don’t be jealous. These things are sensitive to just about everything; if you suddenly grew a pair of wolfskin ears, you’d get some serious headaches just trying to suss out all the noises you’d hear! It takes a lot of training to get used to, even when you’re born with them.”

“That’s why Velouria was so fussy as a baby.” You remembered, smiling softly. “She would be so sweet, but if it got too noisy in the house, she wouldn’t hesitate to let us-”

“Wait.”

Keaton’s body was suddenly rigid.

You turned in his arms, which had frozen in place. His eyes were trained out the window, ears standing taller and fidgeting more than before. You knew that look; it filled you with dread.

“...What’s wrong?”

“The children. There’s someone else there.” Keaton said, grabbing your hand and making a break for the door. “Someone we don’t know!”

Just like that, the peace was shattered.

Keaton transformed into his beast form, and you into your dragonf rame.The two of you raced through the woods, frantically chasing the sounds.

Your hearing was able to pick up what Keaton had hundreds of meters back. There were adult voices, followed by the sounds of crashing and fighting. It didn’t take long for your eyes to fall on something, too.

Three men surrounded your children, grabbing them as they tried to get away. 

A blast of magic ripped from your mouth, and Keaton was close behind.

But neither of the attacks connected.

A magic barrier shot up, stopping the attacks short and nearly throwing Keaton to the dirt when he collided with it.

“NO!” His distorted voice roared, grabbing the attention of your children.

“Papa!!” Velouria cried out, reaching out for you. Kana, hearing his sister cal out for his father, looked up and saw you both.

“Papa, Mam-!” He was stopped by a hand clapping over his mouth, just before the men broke into a run and put more distance between you.

“Find the edges of the barrier!! I’ll try to break through!!” You shouted to Keaton, before going full force against the barrier. You rammed against it, vollying shot after shot in a panic to break through and get to your children.

Children you could no longer see; and your ability to hear them was fading, too.

“Keaton-”

“I found it!!” He bellowed, and was barreling through the forest with a whole new wave of adrenaline.

He was closing the gap again, and he wasn't going to hesitate.

He could hear the muffled crying of his children’s voices, the commands of the men in a foreign language; it sounded Vallite.

His heart skipped a beat. If they were Vallite…this was worse than he thought.

And he couldn’t let them get away with taking his children.

“YOU!” Keaton saw them, leaping into the clearing. Two of them stopped, swiveling to face Keaton. Each of them had a baby.

Keaton’s eyes flickerd to the pups; but there was a man missing.

Suddenly Keaton was blown off his feetm a gale of Arcwind striking him from behind.

The third man.

“Papa!!” Velouria waile,d watching her magic sensitive father struggle back to his feet.

More Vallieshouts, more frantic. Then the sounds of a spell being cast.

Keaton shrank from his beast form, reaching for the knife he kept in his boot with trembling hands. He struggled for breaht, whipping his eyes up.

A portal had appeared; and they were stepping through it with his babies.

“No,” He choked out, drawing his arm back, “STOP!!”

The blade hurtled through the air.

It reached the magic caster of the group, just before he stepped through. The portal closed as suddenly s it appeared. The knife sunk intoa tree beyond the remnants of the structure.

But none of that mattered. 

Keaton had not moved, rooted to the spot with the realization that someon ehad just stolen his children.

His  Velouria…his Kana…

They were gone.

“KEATON!!” Your voice echoed through the trees, the dragon  quick to catch up to him.

You reverted to your hman form as soon as you got to him, grasping his shoulder. “Where are the children??”

“They got away,” He huffed, struggling to form a coherent thought.

“No…no, we have to go after them, now!! We can’t waste a second!!”

“Go to the Castle Outrealm- tell everyone what happened, and get a party organized quickly!!” Keaton said, gathering hismelf long enough to give an order. 

“What will you do? They teleported out of here, there’s nothing else to find!!”

“No…” Keaton shook his head, the smell of blood attacking his senses. It wasn’t his or yours that he was smelling, either. “No, they’re not here anymore. But we can track them from the Castle. We can use magic to enhance our senses- and I can reach out to the Wolfskin for help.”

“What?”

Keaton grabbed your hand and the two of you were running, already summoning the portal back to the Castle.

And when everyone caught wind of what happened…the entire army was on high alert.

Everyone was working, as vivacious as possible, wasting no time in conjuring tracking spells and helping Keaton with enhancing his own senses, as well as reaching out to the Wolfskin. The kitsune were contacted as well, and you were paired up with Rhajat and Nyx in an attempt to find Kana’s dragonstone resonance.

He would always complain about having to lug around that heavy stone, but you were beyond relieved that you had made sure he wore it.

Assuming you could reach out to him in time…it would be just another method to track him down.

But before you could rush to their location, you had to wait.

It was 14 hours, late into the night, after the kidnapping had occurred. You were no closer to finding the children.

Keaton was surrounded by anxious Wolfskin, but would step aside after midnight when he realized you were alone.

Everyone was working beyond hard, and you both knew they wouldn’t stop until you found the answer.

He had been keeping an eye on you the entire time, or rather, an ear.

What compelled him to go to you was when he heard you struggling to hold back your tears. Keaton took your hand as you started to walk away to collect yourself, instead taking you to your quarters.

The moment the door shut, you were in his arms, wrapped up in as tight a hug he could give you. When your dam broke, he knew he wouldn’t be far behind.

“Corrin.”

“I-I…they took our babies.” 

“I know.”

“They were there, they were playing, and then…Keaton, what if we don’t find them in time?”

“We will.” He promised, though you both knew it was uncertain, and one he would not be capable of guaranteeing. 

Your arms looped around his waist, holding him tight.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re just as scared as I am, it’s just…it’s the thought of them being scared…”

“Yeah. I know, trust me.” He sighed shakily, burying his face in your hair. The scent that normally soothed him was missing among the fear filling his system. “But we gotta be strong.”

You nodded, nuzzling into his chest. “I know…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying up here, when they need me.”

“Don’t mistake crying for weakness,” He corrected himself urgently, pulling back to look at you. His eyes were red, the tear tracks still wet down his cheeks.

You cupped his face, fingers trembling, realizing how deeply he was worried, too.

“We just needed a second to collect ourselves,” You murmured, taking a slow breath and willing yourself to calm. Keaton nodded quietly, pushing away the rest of the droplets that threatened to fall. His other hand remained firm on your shoulder, squeezing softly.

“Each other,” He added with a soft sniff, “Okay. I think we should head back.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“No, but…I hear a lot of noise,” His ear pricked, tilting towards the door. “I think they got something.”

The two of you hurried back out, and sure enough, he was right.

Leo made it to you first, informing you of his findings; they were able to lock in on a location in an Outrealm that was hostile, but sparse.

It wouldn’t be too difficult to get in with a small team and get the children out. It would take a little time to prepare, but what mattered was you were on your way.

They just had to hold on a little longer. The army was gathered and was ready to go after the bastards who kidnapped the young prince and princess.

Keaton would not leave his beast form until the children were found. There was a tall, angry dragon that would behave similarly, right beside him.

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It was an Outrealm that was storming and dark. Sheets of rain drenched you all, but it was completely irrelevant to you. The army would tread carefully but went as quickly as they possibly could.

It wouldn’t take long for Hayato to confirm the location, an old citadel south of the portal.

Keaton was galloping through the mud, pouring on speed as his enhanced sense of smell picked up on the unmistakable scent of his children.

They were close. So very close.

The enemy was shockingly the ones who struck first. It was likely because you were charging straight ahead and making a head-on push to assault the tower.

But their volleys of magic and the arrows that were flying weren’t going to do anything. They never once touched Keaton, and the lucky few that connected with you bounced off your armor. 

So long as the two of you led the charge, everyone else would be safe. You were the battering rams. As soon as you were in range, it was all one. Keaton leapt in front of you with a mighty roar, slamming into the sealed gates. He ripped into the wood, and metal, tearing everything to pieces and ripping an opening apart for everyone else to follow through.

The hunt was on.

Any Vallites who stood in your way or even tried to raise a weapon towards the army were dispatched and detained. As much as you would’ve liked to tear into them, you knew that getting answers from them was much more important.

To prevent this from ever happening again to anyone.

“We’ll cover the west wing!!” Ryoma shouted, his retainers close behind. “Prince Xander, you-!”

“No!!” Keaton bellowed, “They’re this way!!”

“Keaton, they have to cover the flanks- we can get to the children!!” You reminded your husband, “We don’t need the full army to rescue them! We need the building secured!!”

“But-” Keaton looked to you, the urgency clear. “But the sooner we clear the path to the children, the sooner we get to them!!”

“We cannot rescue them and then try to escape with them on an active battlefield!!” You shouted back, “We’ll go!! The army can handle the rest! Let’s go get our children!!”

He was upset, but he knew full well that you were right. And he was done wasting time. The two of you poured on speed and broke away from the army, letting them split into the necessary teams to get to their enemies.

And from there, you were on your way. The soldiers that tried to stand in your way were challenged, and it didn’t take much to defeat them. Keaton would lead the way with a barreling smash, and you would folow up with a blast of magic or a massive burst of water from your mighty roar.

Within no time, Keaton’s tracking had brought the two of you to the top of the tower. He scaled the steps six at a time, his breath heaving like that of a wild animal.

You followed swiftly behind, covering his flanks. He was charging straight for those babies, and he wasn’t going to stop even to fight someone else.

Closer. He veered around the corner, zeroing in on the end of the corridor.

Closer…he could barely breathe, eyes wide as he reached the final door. The smell was overwhelming. That was hisdaughter. His son. They were in that room.

He took a final leap, throwing his whole Wolfskin body into the door and shattering it into pieces.

The first thing he heard was his children’s cries.

The explosion of the door had startled them, but the giant beasts that were charging into the room were no easier to process.

When your eyes locked with your children, it made your heart skip a beat.

“Children-!!”

“Ma…Mama?” Velouria’s little voice cracked,, ,calling out to the dragon that was quickly transforming. But more importantly than that, was the gigantic wolf that was currently shrinking down in front of them.

“Oh…oh, Vel!! Kana!!” Keaton’s voice no longer distorted, he closed the remaining distance between them. He made a mental note of the shackles around his children’s ankles.

There would be hells to pay for that.

But right now, Keaton was reverting back into his human form, though his claws were last to turn back so that he could rip the chains off their legs.

“PAPA!!” Kana wailed, and was immediately launching into his father’s arms. Keaton engulfed his son and daughter into his chest, clutching onto them with all his strength.

“Oh gods…oh- thank the gods, you’re both here!!” He squeezed them tight, letting them both sob into his shirt as he cradled their little heads with shaking hands.

“Velouria, Kana!”  You dissolved back into your human form not long after, meeting Keaton on your knees next to him. 

Your daughter managed to get one good look at you and she was practically jumping into your embrace, the waterworks starting all over again.

“Mama…!! Mama, w-we were…we w-were so…!!” She couldn’t fit in a sentence between her breaths. You rocked her gently, managing to free your breastplate so that you could feel her warmth and she could hear your heartbeat even louder.

“We’re here.” You shushed her in a soft voice, “We’re both right here. We weren’t going to let them get away with you.”

Kana’s voice was little more than a warble, trying and failing to reach out for you without removing his hands from his father (which he physically refused to do).

Keaton brought his arm around you, drawing his two girls into the fold. 

“It’s all right now, pups.” He promised, kissing the tops of their heads. “It’s okay. We’ve got you now, okay? And that’s not gonna change ever again.”

“We’ve got to get them out of here.” You murmured to him, realizing that your children were littered with cuts and bruises all over their skin. A good number of them looked defensive; which suggested they  put up a fight.

As if you weren’t already proud of the pair.

“We have to wait for the signal, right?” Keaton recalled, “Somebody’ll come get us.”

“I’ll take first watch.” You cupped his cheek, “Stay with the children, keep them safe until we get the all clear.”

“If it’s not over in an hour, I’ll trade with you.” He nodded, and you were able to (barely) peel Velouria off of you and return her solely to Keaton.

He transformed back into his beast form, taking each of them up in a massive paw and huddling htem into the back corner. If anyone was going to try and get to them, they’d have to go through him, first.

You nodded to your husband, gave your children one last reassuring smile, and then you were transforming into a big, angry mother dragon once more.

Mercifully, the battle did not last much longer. The corridor was long cleared, and none had attempted to assist after you and Keaton had blasted through the first time.

The soldiers were more concerned with not losing their lives and protecting the citadel than the children they’d taken.

Likely because you’d already taken care of the people who were in charge of the children at all. If they didn’t have their “babysitters” with them, then the rest weren’t concerned. 

By the time you reached the east wing, it was nearly emptied. And the west wing was…well, it was in the middle of ending. 

You were able to get a few good hits in before your brothers caught up to you, both high princes looking quite stressed but satisfied with the job completed.

“Did you find them?” Xander asked urgently, “Are the little prince and princess safe?”

“Yes,” You said breathlessly, reverting back one last time. “Keaton’s with Velouria and Kana, waiting for the all clear. They’ll need some medical help, but it’s nothing serious.”

“What a relief.” Ryoma sighed as he sheathed his blade. “Sakura, Elise, go with Corrin to take care of the children. They’ll probably want to see more familiar faces.”

It was a hurried sprint back up the steps and the end of the corridor. Sure enough, your husband was there, a warning growl rattling deep in his chest when he heard multiple footsteps.

When you appeared, though, he quickly relaxed.

“It’s over. The tower’s clear.” You informed him, “Are they okay?”

Keaton reverted as well, revealing two trembling children clinging to his legs. He gave them a reassuring smile, “Yeah. We’re all okay.”

“Aunt Sakura and Aunt Elise are going to get you two patched up, okay? Then we’ll head right home.” You told them both, giving Keaton a quick hug before you were swarmed by little hands.

Kana ended up in your lap while Keaton held onto Velouria, each of them getting their healing salves and mending spells cast to fix the damage done.

The four of you returned home with your arms full, your little ones far too frightened to settle down just because you were there.

No, it would take a nice, slow walk through the forest, cradled in their parents’ arms, surrounded by sweet family members and friends making silly faces and telling light stories, until they were able to slowly fall asleep…utterly exhausted by the harrowing rescue.

Eventually, though, you all returned home. Keaton took your hand, helping you into your bedroom at the Castle.

You both moved to tuck the children in, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to let them go. You hesitated, cradling Kana to your chest.

“Keaton…I don’t want to leave them alone.”  You whispered, looking at your daughter who slept peacefully on her father.

He nodded quietly, “I don’t either. Let’s…let’s stay with them until they wake up. Then they won’t wake up without us.”

“An excellent idea.” You concurred, and very carefully, the two of you maneuvered onto the bed, taking great care not to jostle the babies sleeping soundly with you.

The two of them were asleep long into the night, and did not wake until nearly the mid morning.

But when they woke up, snuggled up between their parents, it nearly started up an entirely fresh bout of tears.

But there was no need to fear. You kissed away the droplets, beaming at your children.

They were home, safe and sound. And they’d be staying with their mother and father always…and most importantly, everyone would be together happily.

No fears of capture would be tolerated; because aside from their parents going totally feral at the mere thought of their kids being snagged, Keaton taught Velouria all sorts of new techniques for activating her Wolfskin form, and how to fight even as a pup.

And Kana enjoyed plenty of quality time with his mother, learning how to turn into a dragon and back dozens of times (while squealing excitedly for his dad to watch when he did).

Your family was safe, and together again. It was all that mattered.

[mangozic]

my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity

[o0kawaii0o]

ROMANCE DAWN TRIO

[datcravat]

SCIENCE BEGETS TRUTH✨

[bambiilooza]

a page of some gods that were requested. this was fun :D

close ups :D

shout out juice, herpes and aioli. you guys were really fun to draw

[pokeberry5]

practice portraits

[wanologic]

always good to keep a screamhole handy

[chloesimaginationthings]

There's doomed yuri... in my FNAF ruin?

[eydilily]

your pearl is one of my favorite designs for her i’ve ever seen <3 her face shape feels so right, and i love how you draw her hair. by way of a request, have you ever drawn her as an avian?

thank you so much! pearl's design is definitely my favorite to draw :')

ive done a bit of practice with pearl and grian as avians but that was way before i started posting hc publicly! ( these ones are new :D )

also played around with an alternate version! i dont know much about birds but i saw the australian barn owl and took more inspo from them

[tourettesdog]

I am begging people to be normal about completed fics, and in particular one shots.

I am begging people to stop demanding more from authors, and insisting that one shots need to be longer or have sequels.

I don't think yall understand how many fanfic authors are one more "where's the rest of it?" comment away from throwing out any plans they might have had to continue an idea.

Unless an author like specifically says they might write more for an idea, just-- assume something marked as completed is complete, and respect it as it stands, please.

[sasswonfp]

This joke came to me in a fit of laughter (ALT description provided :3!)

[somnimagus]

My page for @sheikahzine; about Impaz's duty to her village, empty of people and full of memories.

[id in alt text]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

At your side [End of Season 2]

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[kindnessoverperfection]

Please, if you can, take a moment to read and share this because I feel like I'm screaming underwater.

NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder) stigma is rampant right now, and seems to be getting progressively worse. Everyone is using it as a buzzword in the worst ways possible, spreading misinformation and hatred against a real disorder.

I could go on a long time about how this happened, why it's factually incorrect (and what the disorder actually IS), why it's harmful, and the changes I'd like to see. But to keep this concise, I'll simply link to a few posts under the cut for further reading.

The point of this post is a plea. Please help stop the spread of stigma. Even in mental health communities, even around others with personality disorders, in neurodivergent "safe" spaces, other communities I thought people would be supportive in (e.g. trans support groups, progressive spaces in general), it keeps coming up. So I'm willing to bet that a lot of people on this site need to see this.

Because it's so hard to exist in this world.

My disorder already makes me feel as if I'm worthless and unlovable, like there's something inherently wrong and damaged about me. And it's so much harder to fight that and heal when my daily life consists of:

Laughing and spending time with my friends, doing my utmost best to connect and stay present and focused on them, trying to let my guards down and be real and believe I'm lovable- when suddenly they throw out the word "narcissist" to describe horrible people or someone they hate, or the conversation turns to how evil "people with narcissistic personality disorder" are. (Seriously, you don't know which of your friends might have NPD and feels like shit when you say those things & now knows that you'd hate them if you knew.)

Trying to look up "mental health positivity for people with npd", "mental health positivity cluster bs", only to find a) none of that, and b) more of the same old vile shit that makes me feel terrible about myself.

Having a hard time (which is constant at this point) and trying to look up resources for myself, only to again, find the same stigma. And no resources.

Not having any clue how to help myself, because even the mental health field is spitting so much vitriol at people with DISORDERS (who they're supposed to be helping!) that there's no solid research or therapy programs for people like me.

Losing close friends when they find out, despite us having had a good relationship before, and them KNOWING me and knowing that I'm not like the trending image of pwNPD. Because now they only see me through the lens of stigma and misinformation.

Hearing the same stigma come up literally wherever I go. Clubs. Meetings. Any online space. At the bus stop. At the mall. At a restaurant. At work. Buzzword of the year that everyone loooves loudly throwing around with their friends or over the phone. Feels awesome for me, makes my day so much better/s

I could go on for a long time, but I'm scared no one will read/rb this if it gets too much longer.

So please. Stop using the word "narcissist" as a synonym for "abusive".

Stop bringing up people you hate who you believe to have NPD because of a stigmatizing article full of misinformation whenever someone with actual NPD opens their mouth. (Imagine if people did that with any other disorder! "Hey, I'm autistic." "Oh... my old roommate screamed at me whenever I made noise around him, and didn't understand my needs, which seems like sensory overload and difficulty with social cues. He was definitely autistic. But as long as you're self-aware and always restraining your innate desire to be an abusive asshole, you're okay I guess, maybe." ...See how offensive and ignorant that is?)

Stop preventing healthcare for people with a disorder just because it's trendy to use us as a scapegoat.

If you got this far, thank you for reading, and please share this if you can. Further reading is under the cut.

NPD Criteria, re-written by someone who actually has NPD

Stigma in the DSM

Common perception of the DSM criteria vs how someone may actually experience them (Keep in mind that this is the way I personally experience these symptoms, and that presentation can vary a lot between individuals)

"Idk, the stigma is right though, because I've known a lot of people with NPD who are jerks, so I'm going to continue to support the blockage of treatment for this condition."

(All of these were written by me, because I didn't want to link to other folks' posts without permission, but if you want to add your own links in reblogs or replies please feel free <3)

[sirenetica]

Session Six