#[ship name: wings and scales]

[lady-luckk]

Pirate captain with his prized treasure…….a captured mermaid reader darling 🥰❤️🌊

To make the story more dramatic maybe even the other crew mates also get infatuated with her? 🫣💀🌊

most prized possession

# pairings: yandere pirate harem x mermaid / merman reader

# synopsis: you're a mermaid / merman curious about humans. one day you swim too close to the surface and get captured by an infamous pirate crew. no matter how hard you try, they'll never let you go.

# warnings: this will contain dark themes such as obsession, kidnapping, and murder. if you are uncomfortable, please block me. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI.

# notes: reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

you’d heard of pirates.

rumors that drifted through currents, whispered between schools of fish and passing dolphins. stories of ships that bled oil and fire, of men who carved the sea like beasts with bones of steel. dangerous. loud. ugly.

whispers drifting through currents, secrets traded between reef and wreck. stories soaked in blood and oil—ships that screamed across the sea, men who wore steel like skin. monsters. brutal. loud. ugly.

but when his ship rose from the horizon, it wasn’t ugly.

it was wrong. and gorgeous.

it was… strange. fascinating. black sails like wings. wood that creaked with secrets. music—deep and ragged, not like your songs, but powerful. alive.

and then you saw him.

tall. scarred. sharp in every way. his voice cracked like lightning. his crew scattered like birds when he barked. he stood like the sea bowed to him. you should’ve been afraid.

instead, you were enchanted.

you watched for hours. you’d never seen a human this close. you darted around the hull, peeking above the waves, your heart beating fast, not from fear—but from wonder. what was it like to stand? to wear metal? to command so many? to own the sea without gills?

you let out a quiet hum, just to see if he’d hear.

he did.

his head snapped toward you like a blade unsheathing. he didn’t shout. he smiled. but it wasn’t warm. it was sharp. possessive. like you’d already been taken.

you ducked. swam deep. but the hook had sunk—not into your skin, but somewhere worse.

you came back the next day. and the next.

until one night, you got too close.

a flash. a net. cold iron and hands that grabbed too fast for you to slip away. you thrashed, screamed. they laughed. he didn’t.

he leaned down, studying you like something he’d won at great cost.

“you should’ve stayed hidden,” he said, low, rough. “curious little thing.”

you trembled as they lowered you into a cage half-filled with seawater. he watched you like a man starving. not for food—for possession.

“you’re mine now,” he whispered.

and you, stupidly, still wondered what it might feel like to touch his face.

his crew is just as twisted as he is—maybe worse.

the first mate grins too wide whenever you scream. he speaks in riddles, touches your the glass of your aquarium like he’s checking the weight of a pearl, like he’s wondering how many pieces you’d break into. he calls you his little song.

the helmsman talks to the sea like it talks back. you’ve seen him whisper into the water and laugh when it spits foam against your prison. he says you’re a curse, and though he never acts on it, he likes the chaos you bring. he enjoys watching the captain’s obsession eat away at him, unraveling him bit by bit. to the helmsman, you're not just a prisoner; you're a force that disturbs the balance, and he relishes in the way it makes everything feel like it's on the edge of cracking.

the cook leaves you offerings. shells. bones. scraps of things you can’t name. he speaks the least but watches the most. always there in the shadows, waiting. you’re not sure if it’s kindness or cruelty, and you’re not sure which is worse.

the lookout keeps charts of your body. sketches on soaked parchment. fins. scales. the curve of your throat. he thinks you don’t see. but you do. he documents you like you’re a specimen, something to study before it slips from the world.

the gunner carved a song into the wood near your cage. a lullaby made of threats and longing. he hums it under his breath while polishing weapons. you hate it. you hate that it lingers in your ears long after he’s gone.

and yet none of them touch you.

not without the captain’s word.

they fear him more than they want you—but only barely. and that balance is paper-thin. one snap, one slip, and they’ll fall on you like a pack of starving beasts.

they say you're a prize. a curse. a god. a pet. depends who’s speaking. depends who’s drinking. but no matter what name they use, they all agree on one thing:

you belong to them.

not just the captain, though he was the first to lay claim—his hands the ones that dragged you from the waves, his voice the one that named you his. but once they saw you—saw the shimmer of your scales, the way your eyes burned with defiance—they all decided.

you’re not his.

you’re theirs.

the first mate tells you this as he runs a blade along your tank. he calls you treasure, says gold fades and rusts, but you—you breathe. he killed for you before the captain even asked. he’d do it again, slower next time. just to hear you gasp.

“ever think of running, little fish?” he asks, grinning like a split lip. “go ahead. try. i’ll be the one to chase you. i’d like that.”

you bare your teeth.

he laughs. “look at that. still got bite. don’t worry, i’d never dull your edges. just want to see how sharp you really are.”

his knife scrapes the edge of your tank. it leaves a mark. he likes leaving marks.

“you’re prettiest when you’re angry,” he mutters, “but i wonder how you’d sound if you begged.”

he loves you. he watches you like you’re the only thing that can fill him, and every time you resist, every time you snap, it only makes his hunger worse.

“you’re too pretty to vanish,” he says, the words almost a prayer. “so I’ll make sure you don’t.” he wants to keep you locked in his gaze forever, to watch you fight and scream, 

because when you’re angry, it feels like you’re alive—and that’s the only thing that makes sense to him anymore. he feeds on your rage. he would kill to see it last.

the helmsman doesn’t smile. he never has. he sits across from your cage, murmuring to the sea through cracked lips, his fingers stained with ink and salt.

“storm’s coming,” he says. “the sea told me. she’s jealous of you.” you stay quiet. he doesn’t need your voice to continue.

“she said you shouldn’t be here. but i told her you’re ours now. she’ll forgive us.”

a pause.

“eventually.”

his eyes flick to yours. hollow. reverent.  

“don’t sing to her. sing to me next time.”

the helmsman, he’s afraid of losing you. every night, he stares at the stars, but he doesn’t see them. he sees you. he’s become obsessed with your existence. he talks to the sea like it’s a jealous lover.

“she’s angry,” he whispers to your tank. “she wants you back, but I won’t let her.” there’s a madness in his voice, a desperation in his touch as he grips the wheel with white knuckles, like if he lets go for even a moment, the ship—and you—will slip away. he doesn’t sleep. he’s terrified if he closes his eyes, you’ll disappear, and he’ll be left with nothing but the endless waves.

“you’re real,” he repeats to himself, as if saying it enough will make it true. “you’re real. and you’re ours.”

the cook leaves things.

he doesn’t speak much. just opens the hatch, slides in a dish of raw fish and strange fruit, and watches as you push it away.

“not hungry?” he rasps, voice low like wet gravel. “you need to eat. weak things don’t last long on this ship.”

you glare at him. he sets a small shell down beside the plate—cracked, pearlescent, beautiful in a broken way.

“found this,” he says. “looked like your eyes.” you don’t thank him. he doesn’t expect it. he only stares, then leaves.

he’s quiet in his obsession, but it’s no less consuming. he’s obsessed with feeding you, with seeing you take something from him.

“you looked at me once,” he whispers, like it’s a holy memory. “your eyes… they softened.” he remembers the flicker of something in your gaze, the way you acknowledged him, and he clings to it like it’s the only real thing in the world. every meal he serves you is an offering, each one wrapped in desperation.

he’ll starve the crew before he lets you go hungry, as if keeping you full will keep you here. and when you refuse his food, when you turn your face away, he sees it as a challenge. something to overcome. something to earn. 

and he will—he’ll make sure you never go hungry again. because that’s how he’ll keep you. that’s how he’ll keep you his.

the lookout perches near your tank at dusk, always with charcoal-stained hands and a scroll of half-done sketches.

“hold still,” he mutters. “your eyes keep shifting.”

you turn away. he clicks his tongue.

“rude. you want to be forgotten?”

a pause.

i could sketch your throat next. the curve of your gills. people never draw those right.”

he leans closer, voice soft. too soft.

“you’re already myth. i’m just making sure the truth stays ours.”

the lookout is a predator in his own way, stalking you with his eyes. his obsession isn’t with touch, but with knowing you. understanding you. he thinks if he studies you enough, if he watches you in silence, he’ll unlock the secret that makes you—well, you.

“you’ll reveal yourself,” he tells you in a soft, matter-of-fact voice. “i’ll wait.”

he draws you in all his sketches, each one a different version of you—beautiful, terrifying, fragile, strong. But none of them capture what he sees in you. he’s obsessed with capturing your essence, and he’ll never stop drawing. because once he knows you completely, once he understands you inside and out, he’ll have you. he’s convinced of it. and until then, he waits. and watches.

the gunner slams in like a cannonball—loud, reckless, already drunk.

“siren!” he roars, arms spread wide. “you missed me, didn’t you?” you hiss. he beams.

“don’t be shy,” he says, crouching beside the cage. “i killed three men for you today. you hear that? three. didn’t even blink.”

he rattles the tank. you flinch.

“you could say thank you,” he says, voice lower now. “you should say thank you.” you don’t.

“fine.” he smiles. “i’ll earn it tomorrow, too.”

the gunner is all chaos, all violence, all adrenaline. he’s obsessed with the rush of it—the fight, the kill, the hunt. he craves the rawness of it, and you, to him, are the ultimate hunt.

he doesn’t just want you to submit. he wants to break you. he’s obsessed with seeing you bend, seeing you crack. he wants to see what happens when you stop fighting back.

“not long now,” he mutters as he polishes his weapons. “you’ll break. they all do.” but he’s wrong. you’re not like them.

but he doesn’t care. he’ll break you, piece by piece, until you do what he says. because once you do, that’s when you’ll finally belong to him.

and then there’s the captain. he comes last. always last. always when the others are gone.he doesn’t sit. he stands—like a storm trapped in flesh.

“they think you belong to them,” he says. “fools.” you raise your head slowly. your silence is your only defiance.

“they touch the tank. they speak like you’re theirs. they forget who caught you.”

 he steps closer. your water ripples with the weight of him.

“tell me, little siren,” he murmurs, “do you miss the sea?” you nod.

he kneels, eye-level now. dangerous.

“good,” he says, almost gently. “i want you to remember what i took from you.”

his hand brushes the glass.

“because you’ll never have it again.”

you don’t cry. you just sing when he leaves—quietly, bitterly—until the ship creaks like it’s trying to weep with you.

he’s the only one who understands you. the only one who sees you not as a prize, but as something far darker, far more beautiful. you are his. the others are just… distractions. you’re the thing he wanted from the moment he first saw you.

“you’ll never leave,” he tells you, as though it’s a promise. “not as long as i breathe.” he doesn’t need to touch you to claim you.

his obsession is more consuming than any of theirs. he wants your soul. he wants you to burn with him.

“i’ll never let you go,” he whispers, his voice almost tender. “not until you’re mine in every way.”

you are a creature of the sea—beautiful and dangerous, ancient in ways humans can never fully understand. your scales shimmer in the dim light of your cage, iridescent and fluid, reflecting the moonlight like the surface of the water at night. your tail flicks with a quiet grace, though it’s trapped in a small space, too confined for the freedom you were born to. every movement you make is a reminder of what you once were—unstoppable, wild, untouchable.

your voice, once a haunting melody that lured ships to their doom, now remains trapped in your throat, locked away behind iron bars. you still hum, though, sometimes—a quiet song that only the sea might hear, but here, only the crew listens. your gaze, bright and defiant, burns with the memory of the open waters, the endless horizon that you long to return to.

the crew treats you like a rare, untamed creature—something they don't truly understand, but they want to possess anyway. they see you as both a prize and puzzle, something to be studied and admired, but they can't see the soul behind your eyes. you're not just a mermaid to them, a mythical being to be owned. you are a symbol of their twisted desires, a reflection of their madness.

you’ve heard them talk about your beauty, your power, your magic—but none of them can truly grasp the depths of who you are. they only see what they can take, what they can hold in their hands. the first mate, with his obsession for watching you struggle, delights in your anger, but never understands that beneath it all, there’s a heart that beats for the sea and not for them. the helmsman, who whispers to the waves, doesn’t realize that your connection to the sea isn’t something to be manipulated, but something that keeps you tethered to a world you can’t escape from. the cook, leaving offerings like a worshiper, doesn’t see that you’re not a pet to be fed, but a creature of great beauty and mystery—an untamed soul.

they’ve captured you, trapped you in a cage meant for lesser beasts, but they don't understand that you are no mere creature to be tamed. you are the storm beneath the water, the pulse of the ocean, and the very air they breathe is tainted with your presence. you are more than they will ever know.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Saving Jacaerys during the battle of the gullet? I am not ready for this moment

Who else is not ready for this? I have not read the book, but I know it will be a sad day

Warnings: mention of injuries, death of a dragon,

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Arrows were being shot by the fleet of the Triarchy and Jacaerys was making a big mistake making Vermax fly too low, but you were too high in the sky for him to hear your warning. 

Time seemed to slow as the inevitable happened: a crossbow bolt struck Vermax in the eye. The dragon let out a pained roar, spiraling uncontrollably before crashing into the sea below. The sight tore at your heart, but there was no time for hesitation.

Wasting no time, you commanded your dragon to go down, diving swiftly and weaving through the storm of arrows with remarkable agility. The salty sea air stung your face as you descended, your mind racing with fear and determination.

The chances that Jacaerys survived such a fall was slim, but you had to know for sure. You had to see for yourself.

As you neared the water, you could see the wreckage of Vermax in the churning waves. His green scales and the red of his wings. A tear fell from your eye. 

Please be alive. Please be alive.

Tearing your gaze from Vermax's lifeless form, you scanned the chaotic waters and the fires spreading across the wreckage. Suddenly, a splash of movement caught your eye. Jacaerys had managed to leap free and was now clinging desperately to a piece of wood from a shattered ship. Relief surged through you, mentally thanking the gods. 

You turned in his direction, but before you could get to him, an arrow sliced through the air, striking Jacaerys in the shoulder. He cried out in pain, his grip on the makeshift raft faltering as the arrow pierced his flesh.

‘’Dracarys!’’ you commanded, fury fueling your voice. 

Your dragon responded instantly, unleashing a torrent of fire upon the ship from which the arrow had been fired. The flames consumed the attackers, their screams lost in the roar of the blaze. Satisfaction filled your blood. Hurt the ones you love, and taste the revenge of the dragon. 

You called Jacaerys’ name and he looked up, his face pale with pain and exhaustion. He had a cut on his face and his shoulder was bleeding from the arrow, which was still in his shoulder. 

For a moment, relief washed over him, but it was short-lived as a wave crashed over him. He tried to hoist himself back onto the piece of debris but winced as a jolt of pain flared up his arm. His fingers slipped, wet from saltwater, and he fell back into the cold water, gasping for breath as he resurfaced.

Carefully, your dragon hovered just above the surface, and you reached out a hand, tightly holding the handle of your saddle with your other so you wouldn’t fall in the waters too. ‘’Take my hand!’’

With a grimace, Jacaerys stretched out his good arm, and you pulled him up with all your strength, straining against the weight of his soaked clothes and his own weakened state. He settled in the saddle behind you, safely. You felt him shivering behind you, the cold of the water and the blood loss clearly taking its toll. 

You needed to get back to Dragonstone quickly before cold would take him. You ascended into the air, wings beating heavily against the wind as you fled the scene, escaping the deadly range of the Triarchy's arrows. 

 ‘’You...you came for me,’’ Jacaerys said, his voice weak from the ordeal. 

‘’Of course I came for you,’’ you retorted, your voice a mix of concern and annoyance. What kind of wife would you be if you didn’t come to your husband’s rescue?

Once you landed on Dragonstone, you called out for a maester. Jacaerys’ clothes had dried a little on the journey back, but he was still cold…and bleeding. You asked the servants to fetch him dry clothes and followed Maester Gerardys, who took care of Jacaerys’ wounds. He carefully removed the arrow out and stitched the wound, stopping the bleeding. By the look of pain on Jacaerys’ face, it must not have been pleasant. 

The fire in the hearth crackled, slowly warming up the prince. His wet clothes were discarded on the floor and replaced by dry ones before settling into the chair by the fire, his silence deep and heavy, thinking back to everything that just happened.

You gently draped a blanket over his shoulders, enveloping him in a cocoon of warmth. ‘’What were you thinking, flying so low?’’

Jacaerys looked down. His lack of battle training and knowledge was what got him into this situation. What caused Vermax's death. A tear rolled down his cheek but he wiped it away.

You sat on the second chair, still in your riding gear. ‘’You need to be more careful, Jace,’’ you scolded gently, concern lacing your words. ‘’You're not some invincible warrior. You're the Prince of Dragonstone, your mother’s heir. Your life is too important to risk like that.’’

Your words came from a good place, but Jacaerys wanted to scream. He was tired of hearing people saying his life was important. He wanted to be on the battlefield and come up with strategies, he wanted to do something to be part of this war. 

But hearing the discourse from you felt different. To you, his life was more important than any of his titles. 

Jacaerys sighed. ‘’I'm sorry,’’ he said, his voice tinged with pain and regret. ‘’I was just...I guess I was trying to prove myself. I don't want to be known as the prince who sat on Dragonstone and let others die fighting for his mother's throne.’’

You understood where he was coming from, but proving himself to others was not worth jeopardizing his life. 

‘’You don't need to prove yourself by being reckless and throw your life away. The Queen would not bear losing another child. I would not bear losing you.’’

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[midnight-xx]

Hiii, I hope you’re having a lovely day/night! I wanted to request a Hiccup x fem reader (preferably RTTE timeline) where reader is royalty from a far away land and she fled to escape a war within the kingdom and as she fled she met and bonded with a wild female night fury and as they sailed away they came across Berk and met hiccup (this prompt is very inspired by HOTD and I thought it would be cool to mash the two a little bit) thank you for reading this and I hope you have a wonderful day/night!

I love how detailed this is!! I haven’t watched or read HOTD before so I made smth up lmao. They also didn’t end up meeting in berk but shh

SELCOUTH

Pairing: Hiccup x Fem!reader

Synopsis: In the process of escaping war, (name) crashes into the one thing missing from her life. Literally.

Timeline: After the events of RTTE, but let’s pretend they’re still on the Edge

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

War. The one thing (name) despised.

Ironically, it was (name)‘s choice to abandon her home and flee. Not for the safety of her people, but for the safety of herself.

She knew that it was wrong. She knew that she should’ve stayed and fought to the death for those loyal to her. However, she didn’t. In an act of selfishness, she left those who trusted her to fend for themselves while she evacuated.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

(Name)’s feet pounded down the dock as she ran to the ship tethered to the end of it. She wasn’t sure why she was running so fast, as she had no pursuers, but she ran anyway.

After hurriedly untying the ship from the pole it was tied to, she hopped aboard and tossed her bag of supplies to the side before unraveling the sails and starting her journey.

“That’s princess (name)! She’s escaping!” Someone cried from the dock, and (name) turned back only to see the colors of her kingdom’s attackers.

As (name) heard the running footsteps of the soldier, she sailed further into the mist surrounding the island. She glanced back to her homeland, knowing that she wouldn’t be back for a long time, or ever.

The mist consumed the ship, and Princess (name) along with it.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

Three days and two nights of no sleep later, (name) found herself dozing off but snapped awake at the gentle bump of her ship against land.

(Name) carefully stepped out of the ship, now wide awake, and carefully walked across the wet sand and to the shore.

(Name) collapsed onto the grass beyond the shore and embraced the feeling of solid earth beneath her body. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the dusk sky, watching as the sky faded to navy blue, and stars dotted the sky one by one.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

(Name) didn’t know when she fell asleep, but she realized she did when she heard a twig snap about ten feet away. Getting up from her spot on the ground, she grasped the sword she had brought with her and faced the dark edge of the woods.

(Name) squinted, and gasped softly when she caught two green eyes staring back at her. The creature stepped into the light of day, and (name) noticed its powerful wings, and rippling muscles underneath pitch black scales.

(Name) gasped and tripped over her own feet in an attempt to get away from the night fury. She had heard tales of other tribes being demolished by this dragon, and she didn’t want to be next.

The dragon inched toward her until it stood right in front of her, then tilted its head down to inspect the fallen woman.

In a panic, (name) raised her sword and pointed it at the dragon quickly. In response, the night fury growled and shot it from her hand. (Name) could only watch as the blade went spinning into the distance.

(Name)’s breaths shortened in fear, but the dragon only watched as (name) panicked. The lack of air eventually got to (name), and she fainted.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

When (name) woke up, the dragon was gone. Any tracks it may have left were gone as well, and (name) groaned as she rubbed her aching head.

A huff came from behind her, and (name) slowly turned around to see the dragon from before. However, (name) looked into its eyes and say no malicious intent, so she slowly stood up and stepped towards the night fury. The night fury tilted its head curiously, and crooned softly while it matched her strides.

The two met in the middle, and (name) stretched her arm out with her palm facing the dragon. In confusion, the dragon tilted its head and licked her hand.

(Name) chuckled to herself and shook the saliva from her hand, finding the dragon hilarious.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

Over the next few months, (name) had learned that the night fury was a girl and named her Stelle, for the night sky when (name) sailed to the island.

Currently, (name) was flying bareback on Stelle’s back, on their way to map another unexplored island. The woman cheered as her hair whipped in the wind from the speed her dragon was flying at.

After a few short minutes, the duo landed on an eerily silent island. Furrowing her brows, (name) dismounted her dragon and gestured for the dragon to be quiet while taking careful steps forward.

A little bit of walking later, the two had found themselves at the top of a semi-steep hill. Stelle glanced mischievously at (name) and nudged her forward little by little.

“Stelle, what are you—“ (name) didn’t get to finish before she toppled down the hill and began rolling.

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

“Well, bud? What do you think?” Hiccup asked Toothless, gesturing to the island around them.

Toothless merely chuffed and walked off, busying himself with a few pine cones.

“Really? It’s that bad?” Hiccup questioned, but never got to find out his response before he was knocked to the ground like a bowling pin.

“Wha—“ Hiccup exclaimed as he sat up. He immediately noticed the woman who landed on top of him, groaning and glaring up at the hill she rolled down.

Toothless’s pupils shrunk, and he growled at the girl.

“Woah, woah.” The woman’s eyes widened at the aggressive stance.

“Um, could you… get off?” Hiccup muttered from below the woman.

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” The woman apologized as she stood up and helped Hiccup from the ground. “My dragon pushed me down the hill.”

“There’s other dragon riders out here?!” Hiccup interrogated in shock.

“No, it’s just me as far as I know… sorry,” The woman explained as her dragon swooped down from above.

Toothless growled again, and the other dragon growled in response, curling its tail protectively around the woman.

“Another night fury!?” Hiccup gasped, and Toothless backed down.

The woman hushed her night fury, and the two dragons slowly approached each other as the two humans watched. Toothless took the initiative, licking the other night fury’s forehead, while the night fury blinked in surprise. The two dragons began to run around the clearing, and the two dragon riders turned to look at each other.

“So, uh… what’s your name?” Hiccup awkwardly attempted to start conversation.

“(Name). What about you?” The woman, now known as (name) replied.

“I’m Hiccup. What’s your dragon’s name?” Hiccup asked with an excited lilt in his voice.

“Her name is Stelle,” (name) responded thoughtfully.

“A girl night fury?” Hiccup’s eyes lit up. “This could potentially be the salvation of the night fury population! They might as well be the only two night furies in the entire world!”

“Slow down there,” (name) jested. “At least let them go on a date.”

Hiccup chuckled and responded, “Maybe we could go on a date…”

“…What?” Name met Hiccup’s eyes.

“Oh, um, nothing!” Hiccup defended, averting his gaze.

(Name) shook her head. “Whatever you say, charmer.”

— ཐི♡ཋྀ—

Note: I yapped a lil too much with the stuff before meeting Hiccup but we don’t talk abt that 🎀

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ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ

[tea-potato-gt]

G/t Trope Bingo:

Borrower stories:

Captured/discovered while out borrowing

The dredded 🫙Jar🫙

Bean, the “no, it’s pronounced human BEING” conversation

borrower with artistic abilities

The “that’s not borrowing, that’s stealing” conversation

Befriends bean of the house

Hurt-Comfort

Drunk giant scene

Dealing with pets/animals

Borrowers named after objects, food, or plants.

Tails or animal ears

BL

Fairy stories:

Losing ability to fly due to getting wet

Magic affinities/powers

Wishing to be human

Collecting human things

Odd names based on plants/magical objects

Curse(s)

Dragonfly or butterfly wings

Merfolk G/t:

Human drowning and saved by giant fish person

Speak different languages/can’t understand eachother

Put in air sack or underwater cave

Tiny fish person kept in a tank

Collecting human treasures

Pirates

Saving an entire sinking ship

Fantasy:

Jack and the beanstalk retelling

Princess/prince is engaged to a giant/tiny from a neighboring kingdom

Magic, spells, curses

Character goes on a quest to slay a giant (fails lol)

Kidnapped by a well meaning giant

Found family

Dark Borrower Stories:

Entire species is discovered

Kept as Pets or exterminated or experimented on

Borrower found by kind hearted bean, who shows them not all giants are bad.

Rac!sm/spec!es!sm

Humans think borrowers are dumb and underestimate them

Size-shifter:

Triggered by emotions (Scared/sad = small) or (Angry/happy = big)

Accidentally growing infront of friends and freaking them out

Accidentally growing in a confined space (room/box) and busts out.

Tearing through clothes or shrinking out of them, resulting in needing to make special clothing that changes size with them.

Modern setting:

Dating app misshap (accidentally unknowingly matching with a giant or tiny)

Disastrous first date

Fear of giants

Recently integrated school/jobs

Adopted by giant or tiny

Using phone twice your size

K!dnapped by school bully

Aliens👽:

Travel to or from other worlds/dimensions

Abduction

Different languages

Science experiments

Giant trying to convince tiny they aren’t evil

Mixed-sized families stories:

“Big” sibling & “little” sibling

Stairs and ramps around the house for easy access and travel

Tiny kid has giant sized room/bed

Extra rooms that are small scale (bathrooms and kitchens)

Small scale furniture next to giant furniture

Adopted kids/married in step kids

Protective parents (either giant or tiny)

Being carried to school/work by giant parent/sibling

Kids not telling friends they live in a mixed family (embarrassed.?)

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Comment any other tropes to add! Also if anyone wants to make a bingo card 👀👀

I got recommendationsfor each G/t genre if y’all want any 👀 here’s some of my recs

[alexa-yukiyu]

Hear me out

Dragon!Child!reader is just casually flying along the seas visiting many islands and just vibing, Child got no concept of the government at ALL so whenever Reader wants to get some food she always remembers humans uses these gold coins and reader just coughs it out. BASICALLY UH Calm peaceful Dragon child flying and having fun while others are like

'IS THAT A FREAKIN DRAGON-'(⁠ʘ⁠ᗩ⁠ʘ⁠’⁠)

(okay I don't know where this is going now ಠ⁠∀⁠ಠ)

Wandering Dragon ( Whitebeard pirates x dragon!fem!child!reader x revolutionary army)

A/N: Here we go! I only did two crew’s, more like one and a half because I really wanted to give you guys something. I really love writing these hybrid!reader they are so fun.

Part 2 with The Whitebeard pirates

Dividers by @/saradika

“Where did she come from?” Dragon asks as he stares at the running child, her tail trailing behind her as she ran

“She flew into the ship a while ago, said she was exploring,” Ivankov answers as he watches the girl jump into Koala’s hands, laughing

“I’ve never seen something like her in all my years!” Koala grins at the child as she curls up on her shoulder

“Nor have I, I don’t ever remember seeing one of her kind in my life,” Sabo speaks up as he leans in closer to get a better look at the girl

She leans back from koala, wiggling out of her grasp and flapping her wings flying in front of Sabo

“Whoa there, aren’t you cute?” Sabo glances at the child with a slight smile on his face, reaching a hand out towards her

She furls up in a ball, beaming at his comment, still keeping herself up in the air, her cheeks tinted pink

“Thank you~.”

“You have scales on your cheeks… are you a dragon girl?” Sabo asks, still reaching his hand out carefully toward her

She unfurls herself, leaning into his touch and allowing him to feel the scales on her cheek

“Im Dragon Hybrid; I guess that makes me a dragon girl,” she says, thinking about it

“A dragon girl… that’s pretty incredible,” Sabo murmurs, smiling softly at the girl as he lightly runs a finger across her cheek

“Are you a Dragon Man? They called you Dragon. Are you a cool dragon? Can you breathe fire? Or are you a water dragon? Does your form like a serpent?” She rambles, flying in front of dragon excitedly

“She’s energetic,” Dragon says before sighing as he watches the child and rubbing his temples as he watches her buzz around

“I think she’s adorable,” Koala gushes with a grin on her face

“No. I am not a dragon; My name is Monkey D. Dragon.”

“Awe, no dragon? Nothing?”

“What do I look like a Dragon to you?” Dragon sighs, rubbing his hand down his face as he stares at her

“Hmmm,” she thinks as he circles him

“Yeah, kinda do.”

“Please tell me how I look like a dragon,” Dragon asks with a scoff in his tone

“You remind me of some of the grumpy dragons; they have that same scowl you have right now.”

“That is quite an interesting way to describe someone,” Dragon replies, shaking his head with a slight grin

“She is an interesting child, that’s for certain” Sabo speaks up, glancing at her curiously while she circles his captain

He grins as he calls her over

“Check this out,” he says, lighting his hand on fire

She awes at the sight

“Are you a dragon?”

“Just an ability granted to me by my devil fruit” He smiles, returning his hand to its original state

“The mera mera fruit! Somehow both me and my brother have it.” ” He continues, excited about demonstrating his abilities

She marbles at his numerous tricks and fire abilities that he keeps showing her

She frowns as nightfall falls; hours had gone quickly as she went from member to member with her usual antics

At one point even giving Ivancov a heart attack as they casually started coughing out golden coins when they had asked her how she bought food for herself.

“Is this not how you guys normally get these shiny things?” She had questioned, much to the shock and horror of some of the crewmates

“Aww, I have to get going now.”

“You’re going?” Koala looks at her disappointedly; she had enjoyed being around the child

“Mmhm, I have to keep going if I want to explore and meet more places and people. Im sure I‘ll see you again 'cause we're both moving around.”

“Well, I look forward to seeing you again then.”

“Goodbye, be careful on your travels, alright?” Sabo says with a soft smile before reaching out to gently ruffle her hair before she takes off

“And don’t get yourself into too much trouble!” Ivankov calls after the girl before turning to the others,

“Well, she was a pleasant surprise” he grins

“I didn’t expect a child to just wander into our ship,” Dragon chuckles while rubbing his head

Reader had now somehow found themselves aboard the Moby Dick, she was tired from her travels and needed to land, and the ship happened to be the closest.

She sneaked her way to the storage room so she could sleep the night away, and she did until she was interrupted when two of the ship's commanders descended into the storage room in search of more food to restock the kitchen. Ace accidentally knocks into one of the boxes, startling awake the dragon girl; he stares at her for a while as she stares back.

“Thatch, are you thinking what im thinking?”

“Yep, old pops is gonna throw a celebration when he hears we have got ourselves a kid on board.”

She stares at them for a second and smiles

Ace chuckles before leaning down in front of you.

"What's your name, kid?" he says, grinning.

“Im reader!” She replies, her wings flapping gently behind her

"Well, hey there, Reader. I'm Ace. And that's Thatch," he says, gesturing to the man standing next to him.

She grins and waves at them excitedly

Ace laughs and picks her up.

"What are you doing stowing away on our ship, anyway? It's not like you could even fit in these boxes. You know, most stowers usually just do it so that they can rob our ship. But the thing is, I don't see any weapons on you." Thatch comments, observing her

“Im not stowing away! Im exploring!” The pout,

“And I don’t need any weapons! I got these!” She says as she wacks her tail and wings and gently headbutts Ace with her horns

Ace laughs as she headbutts him.

"You're pretty feisty, huh? That's a good trait for a pirate. And you say you're not a stowaway or a robber, but you're definitely a bit of a troublemaker, aren't you?"

“Im not a Pirate either.”

Thatch chuckles, a bit confused.

"You're not a pirate? Well, what are you then? A marine? A merchant? Or even a traveler?" he asks.

“Umm, I ‘m Reader!”

"Well, okay then. And how old are you, Reader?" he asks.

“8!”

Ace laughs, looking at Thatch

"Eight? Now I really want to take her to Pops. Because I can already tell that he's gonna love you, kiddo." He says, glancing back at her

“Popsicle?”

They snicker

"Popsicle? No, no, no, no. Pops. Our captain. Whitebeard? He's probably gonna get a kick out of finding a stowaway as adorable as you." Thatch explains

“Not a stowaway!”

"Okay, okay, okay. Fine, fine. You're not a stowaway. You're just an adorable little kid who decided, at eight years old, to explore on her own. Not to mention, you just decided to explore the ship of the Whitebeard Pirates, of all places.”Ace says, fixing his previous statement for the small girl

She nods, pleased with his description

Sabo was so wholesome here 🥹, Also reader is a lowkey menace in this one lmao, let me know if I should continue this, add more to the whitebeard crew and/or add different crew’s as well.

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[moonlight-joy]

Hunting Stars

MASTERLIST

Fandom: Kraven the hunter

Summary: In a futuristic world where intergalactic hunting is a sport, Kraven is one of the most notorious hunters in the galaxy. You’re a scientist on a far-off planet studying endangered species, and Kraven arrives to hunt a mythical beast you’ve been protecting. But when the beast bonds with you, Kraven decides he must protect you as well.

Pairing: Reader/Sergei Kravinoff

The sky above Eridani Prime was a riot of color, its twin suns casting hues of lavender and gold over the rolling plains. The air shimmered with life, the calls of native creatures blending into a symphony of wild beauty. You stood on a ridge, your hands resting on the scanner strapped to your chest, watching the landscape with a sense of unease.

They were coming.

The Alliance had warned you about hunters venturing to protected planets like this one, but you never thought they’d send someone like him. Sergei Kravinoff, known across the galaxy as Kraven, was infamous. A hunter whose reputation spanned star systems, his name was whispered with both reverence and fear. And now, he was here, tracking the mythical Astralis beast—the creature you’d spent years studying and protecting.

You tightened your grip on the scanner as the soft hum of a spacecraft reached your ears. Looking up, you saw a sleek silver ship cutting through the atmosphere, its design unmistakably Kraven’s. Your heart pounded. If he found the Astralis, it wouldn’t just mean the loss of a creature you’d devoted your life to—it could mean the end of an ancient mystery tied to the galaxy’s very fabric.

The Astralis wasn’t just a beast. It was a guardian.

Kraven disembarked from his ship with the precision of a predator. Clad in dark, battle-worn armor, he moved with the confidence of someone who knew he was the most dangerous being in any room—or on any planet. His amber eyes scanned the horizon, calculating and sharp, taking in every detail of the landscape.

He’d heard the legends of Eridani Prime, of the Astralis and its supposed connection to the galaxy’s ancient past. But Kraven didn’t care about myths or secrets. He cared about the hunt, about proving himself against the universe’s most formidable prey. Yet, as he ventured into the wilderness, something about this world felt… different. The air seemed charged, alive, and the terrain whispered secrets he couldn’t quite grasp.

He didn’t expect resistance. Certainly not in the form of you.

You intercepted him near the edge of a crystalline lake, your small hovercraft cutting across the plains to block his path. Kraven stopped, his expression unreadable as he watched you dismount, your frame dwarfed by his imposing figure.

“Turn back,” you said, your voice firm despite the nerves twisting in your gut. “This planet is protected by intergalactic law. The Astralis is off-limits.”

Kraven’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “Protected, you say? Funny, I don’t see anyone here enforcing that law.”

“I am,” you snapped, stepping closer. “And if you think I’m just going to let you slaughter an endangered species for sport, you’re mistaken.”

Kraven tilted his head, studying you with a mix of amusement and curiosity. “You’ve got fire,” he said. “But do you have the strength to back it up?”

Before you could respond, a distant roar echoed across the plains. Both of you froze, the sound reverberating through the air like a living pulse. You turned toward the source, your chest tightening.

“The Astralis,” you whispered.

Kraven’s smirk disappeared, replaced by a gleam of hunger in his eyes. Without another word, he moved toward the sound, his stride purposeful. You scrambled to follow, your heart racing as the roars grew louder.

The Astralis was magnificent. Its shimmering, scaled body reflected the light like a living prism, its massive wings casting shadows over the ground. It stood in a clearing, its golden eyes scanning the surroundings with intelligence that defied its beastly appearance. For a moment, you felt a wave of awe—and then fear, as Kraven raised his weapon.

“No!” you shouted, stepping between him and the creature. “You can’t kill it!”

Kraven’s expression darkened. “Move,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“It’s not just a beast!” you said, desperation creeping into your tone. “It’s connected to something bigger. Something ancient.”

“Then it’s even more valuable,” he replied coldly, stepping closer.

“You don’t understand!” you cried. “If you harm it, you could destroy everything!”

The Astralis let out a low, rumbling growl, and you felt a strange warmth spread through your chest. Its golden eyes locked onto yours, and in that instant, you felt… connected. Images flashed through your mind—a star collapsing, a galaxy forming, a sense of balance that tied all life together. The Astralis wasn’t just alive. It was a guardian of the galaxy’s equilibrium.

Kraven hesitated, his sharp eyes narrowing as he watched you. “What’s happening?” he demanded.

“It’s bonded with me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can feel it.”

Kraven lowered his weapon slightly, his expression unreadable. “If that’s true, you’ve just made yourself the most valuable target in the galaxy.”

From that moment, everything changed. Kraven’s mission shifted from hunting the Astralis to protecting you. You traveled together, fleeing from bounty hunters, mercenaries, and rogue factions who had caught wind of your bond with the creature. Despite his gruff demeanor, Kraven proved to be a capable ally, his skills and instincts keeping you both alive.

But the longer you spent with him, the more you began to see beyond the ruthless hunter. He was intelligent, resourceful, and—to your surprise—protective. He’d risk his life without hesitation to ensure your safety, his actions speaking louder than the few words he spared.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked him one night, as you sat by a campfire on a barren moon.

Kraven stared into the flames, his expression thoughtful. “Because I’ve spent my life hunting things I didn’t understand,” he said. “But you… and the Astralis… you’re different. This isn’t about a trophy anymore. It’s about something bigger.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of his words. The connection you shared with the Astralis had shown you glimpses of a truth that spanned eons. And now, with Kraven by your side, you felt a strange sense of hope—that maybe, together, you could protect the fragile balance of the galaxy.

The final revelation came during a battle on an abandoned space station, where you and Kraven confronted a rogue faction determined to harness the Astralis’ power for their own ends. As you fought to protect the creature, it unleashed a burst of energy that illuminated the station, revealing ancient glyphs and technology hidden within its walls.

“This is it,” you said, your voice filled with wonder. “The secret it’s been guarding.”

Kraven stepped beside you, his eyes scanning the glowing symbols. “What does it mean?”

“It’s a map,” you realized. “A map to something that could change everything.”

He looked at you, his expression serious. “Then we protect it. Together.”

And in that moment, as the Astralis curled protectively around you both, you knew your journey with Kraven was far from over. The hunter had become your ally, your protector… and, perhaps, something more.

As you and Kraven deciphered the glyphs, they revealed the existence of a hidden sanctuary—a nexus point for the galaxy’s balance. The Astralis had been guarding the map to this sanctuary for millennia, ensuring that its location remained a secret. The sanctuary’s purpose, it seemed, was to regulate the flow of energy between star systems, maintaining harmony across the galaxy.

“If this falls into the wrong hands,” Kraven said, his voice grave, “it could tip the scales of power forever.”

“Then we can’t let that happen,” you replied, determination hardening your voice.

The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and challenges you couldn’t yet imagine. But as you stood there, the Astralis beside you and Kraven at your side, you felt a glimmer of hope. Together, you would face the trials ahead, protect the sanctuary, and uncover the truths that had been hidden for eons.

For now, the hunter and the protector had become something more—partners in a quest that could shape the future of the galaxy itself.

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[weepingtalecowboy]

Wind gets to be remembered

Fanfic prompt : Considering how important the hero of the wind was to the rito

What if they actually started war shipping Wind

Who kind of didn’t notice that and just thought they were happy he saved their dragon

Like Valoo is definitely someone they honor greatly because he gifted them his scales and gave them wings in their need to escape the Dead Sea

And he was extremely upset recently and nobody knows how to help him

Till a kid blessed by the wind gods appears and saved him

While also calming him down again

Inspired the son of the chief to try earning his wings

Then the one rito who could speak to Valoo was sent with him to go to an ancient temple called the earth temple where she reconnected with their ancestors

Also the dragon went and burns down a random fortress for his savior

And then the hero went on an adventure to find new land for all of them to live in

And also gained even more power in the form of seeing ghosts and stop time (phantom hourglass)

Succeeded at finding land

And everyone moved

And considering that breath of the wild has outright named him when speaking about the heroes of the past when they thanked the winds ,the twilight and time while Flora sounded like she couldn’t care less)

I am kind of surprised that the Rito and the Zora don’t care about someone who reunited them with eachother

Like imagine if the chain gets dropped off in rito village and the rito (who already were shown to not care THAT much for hylian heroes but still remember revali)

Just ignored everyone else but the ancient hero of their people (if the hylians get to remember the hero of time then the rito definitely remember someone as important to them )

The Zora too would just warship him because they would have never seen their sister race if not for the hero of winds

Like it would have been so funny if the random races had remembered the hero of winds

For all he did for them

Like they got to consider him the next best thing after sliced bread

[sweetbonniebel]

Jaes's hen jēdar

God's of the sky

Twelve

Summary: Only a few months passed since the previous chapter but the year changed. A plot is discovered!

Masterlist <-previous , next->

123 AC Bloodstone, Stepstones

"Your Highness a letter from the capitol." Maester Roland approached you, handing you the scroll.

"Thank you, Roland." You said your thanks and the grey dressed man retreated to his wing.

"What is it mother?" Nymor asked trying to peek at the parchment, you chuckled at his eagerness.

"If you'll let me read I will tell you." He obediently moved away but waited impatiently.

"It is from Princess Rhaenyra." You announced skimming over the letters

"What does it say?" Nymor questioned, his need for knowledge insatiable.

"She will arrive on Bloodstone in a moons time, an important matter is to be settled." You answered a bit unsure of what the important matter is.

"Will Jace, Luke and Joffrey come too?" He asked.

"Perhaps." You mumbled caressing your swollen belly as you strolled with your second son through castle Bloodfyre. "Do you not wish to join Derran in Dorne?" You questioned

"I prefer to stay close to you, mother." He answered, and you couldn't help the smile that crept on your lips. You pressed a kiss to his curly silver hair.

The celebration for Aegon's six and tenth name day will happen in a moons time, half the realm was invited to castle Bloodfyre to celebrate such a joyous occasion. You were getting a migraine organising the whole affair, your pregnancy and constant tiredness didn't help either. Thankfully Daemon was a big help.

You walked with Nymor to the gardens, you could hear the familiar screeching of Aegarax, Gaelithox and Aerion's unnamed hatchling. The three baby dragons chased after one another occasionally breathing small bubbles of fire.

If the hatchlings were there it meant your sons were nearby. You walked to see Baelon, Vhaenor and Aerion listen intently to Daemon as two maids followed after them.

"Husband?" You questioned interrupting whatever Daemon was saying.

"Wife." he answered and slowly walked over to you, your boys being the first ones to run to you. Except for Aerion who was held by Daemon, the boy was almost one already.

"What were you telling them?"

"A story of their grandfather." He responded pressing a kiss to your lips, Aerion making a dissatisfied noise.

"Did you enjoy your fathers story?" You asked Baelon and Vhaenor who nodded quickly busy with talking to Nymor. Your second son eagerly answering their questions.

"Rhaenyra will arrive soon." You stated, glancing at your husband.

"Hmm? Whatever for?"

“She didn’t say. Only that an important matter has to be discussed.” You murmured.

“You’re as thick as thieves I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

You hummed agreeing to Daemon’s words. Your sons scurried off elsewhere leaving the two of you alone.

“How much will her visit cost us?” Daemon suddenly asked.

“I’m not sure, she didn’t specify as to who will accompany her. I think it is a rather discreet matter, a big entourage would prove to be a hassle. Why?”

“I have been going over the books regarding our spending. The port is doing well, the trade is blossoming but the cost of building a castle is still quite large.”

“Has dragon fire not reduced the costs enough all ready?” You questioned.

“That’s not the issue, the issue is gathering materials. We live on a group of islands where stone is most common. Shipping wood is a rather costly and tedious.”

“Then we plant trees.” You answered

“Those will not grow in time, my love.”

“I know but it’s a start. We are poorly defended with a half done castle.”

“Bloodstone is the heart of trade now a days, perhaps we could indulge in fine exotic goods.”

“Such as?”

“Dragon scale or teeth. Merchants, Essosi princess would pay good money for such a rare item.”

“Perhaps… and how do you believe we collect these rare items.”

“We have five hatchlings as of now, they grow therefore loose scales and baby teeth.”

“Yes, baby teeth. But perhaps you’re right. I’ll see to it.”

“No, my wife. You should not strain yourself.” He said firmly a loving gaze in his violet orbs. He placed his large warm palm on your flat stomach. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not pregnant, Daemon.”

“Not yet, but soon.”

“And how would you know that?” You quirked a brow at him.

“Call it father’s intuition.”

You chuckled at his words. He intertwined your arms together and you strolled through the castle gardens.

“Your Highness, a letter from Dorne.” One of your maids bowed and handed you to folded parchment. You nodded your head and dismissed her.

You carefully broke the orange seal and read. So many letters in one day you thought.

“What is it? Does Darren want to return home?” You stayed quiet reading the letter one more time. “My love?”

“Darren is sick, Maron writes that he suddenly fell ill and is has not woken.” You breathlessly said your fingers covering your lips. Fear overtook your body.” I should not have let him go to Dorne… I have to go.” You said and begun walking in the direction of your chambers. Daemon trailed after you.

“y/n Darren is strong. He will be fine.” He tried to reassure you

“You don’t know that!” You silently shouted stopping. “He is my son! He is just a boy, what if he doesn’t get better. I need to go to him.”

“He has the blood of the dragon a simple illness will not take him away. Our blood is immune to normal diseases.”

“He is half Rhoynish, and do you not remember the shivering sickness? The one that took little Daenerys and killed half the realm?”

“I- I will watch over the children.” He finally relented

“Thank you…” You quickly kissed his lips and resumed the walk to your chambers.

You changed into a bronze and black riding leathers, and quickly departed to find Vermithor.

…

Sunspear looked serene from above. Merchants, artisans, farmers and other small folk filled the streets. The old Palace stood grand in the middle of the bustling city.

The sun high in the air illuminated the stained glass windows. Adding colour to the castle made of beige sandstone.

The bronze fury landed on the outskirts of the city, where he once rested during your time in Sunspear. A horse and armed guards were already waiting near the city gates.

“Princess y/n.” They bowed their heads and handed you the reigns to a beautiful white sand steed.

“Thank you, we must go quickly.” You ordered and galloped through the streets. The courtyard was mostly empty, Moran was already awaiting your presence.

“Good brother.” You approached and took of your gloves, letting Moran kiss the back of your hand.

“Good sister.” He answered “Darren is in his chambers.”

“When did this happen?” You quietly questioned, worried that if you were any louder your voice would betray you.

“Two days ago. The maesters are not sure as to what happened to him. He was fine and suddenly he collapsed.”

“My poor boy.” You whispered to yourself. “Have the maesters checked for poison?”

“No princess… Who would want to poison a child?” Maron was distraught.

“He is not just a child, Maron. He is the prince of Dorne.” You didn’t trust the maesters not even the ones who served in your home. You much preferred the healers from Braavos and Volantis. They were skilled and unbiased. The Citadel was in Old Town, it is dominion of Hightowers.

“Have any of the Essosi healers looked at him?” You questioned.

“No… The Maesters have said that they would do more harm than good.”

“And do you trust them?”

“To trust a man is a feat I think not many have achieved.”

“Do you trust me then?”

Maron looked a bit unsure at your questioned but nodded nonetheless.

“You were my brothers wife, you have two Dornish children. We are family.”

“Then as your family I advise you not to trust those grey rats.”

Maron was stunned.

“I will send for the healers that serve me on Bloodstone. For now I would like to be alone with my son.” You said as you approached the door to Darren’s chambers. Your good brother nodded and retreated. You entered the room to find a maester and few servants. “Out. All of you.” You ordered voice ice cold.

“Your highness, if you would give me a moment. I have not finished the treatment.”

“I do not care, leave.” You ordered, the elderly man hesitated but left after offering a small bow.

Tears danced in the corners of your eyes as you looked at Darren. His sun kissed skin was now sickly pale, you could see his chest moving up and down very slowly. As if the act of breathing brought him pain. You kneeled at his bedside and took his frail hand in yours pressing it to your forehead.

“My son.” You whispered tears choking your throat “My boy… What have they done to you?”

You were not a religious person by any means. The only gods you paid respect to were the gods of Old Valyria but in that moment, you would pray to any god out there. Preform a dozen sacrifices if it meant that Darren would get better.

“Mother…” He wheezed, your eyes shot up to see Darren’s misty ones staring back at you.

“Darren!” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you embraced his laying body. “Oh my son, my sweet boy.”

“Mummy” He cried “It hurts..!”

“What hurts tell me.” You frantically moved around him. He didn’t answer only stared with tears in his eyes and a pained expression.

“Sleep..” he croaked “Night..”

“What..?” You questioned

“Rat..” he slipped off to unconsciousness.

“Darren?” You meekly asked mulling over his words. “Sleep? Night? Rat?”

Was he poisoned? But by who and with what? You spent hours next to his bedside, hoping, praying for an answer.

You slowly rose from your feet and left the chamber. A lonely guard was standing in front of the door.

“Guard this entry. No one may enter until I return.” You ordered.

“As you command princess.” He straightened his back.

You slowly made your way to the maesters wing, knocking gently.

“Maester?” You questioned “I’m sorry for intruding at such a late hour but there is a matter of grace importance I wish to discuss.”

You heard shuffling and footsteps, the door slightly opened revealing the Maester.

“Your highness, how can I be of service?” He let you in into his solar. Various books and concoctions were scattered throughout the room.

"It is about my son." you answered taking a seat, the elderly man doing the same. "If i may ask maester where are you from?"

"A peculiar question, your highness." You raised and eyebrow and ushered him "I was born and raised in Oldtown."

“A magnificent city isn’t it? Never had the pleasure to visit.” You murmured.

“Yes, magnificent indeed.”

“Hmm… tell me what happened to your prince.” You ordered, the man furrowed his eyebrows.

“A terrible thing, the prince seemed to be fine lively and brave as he usually is. Then the other day he suddenly collapsed and hasn’t woken since.” He concluded.

“Collapsed where?”

“I do not know, your highness. I have tended to him in his chambers.”

“And you didn’t think to ask where he suddenly fell?”

“At the moment no. I think it was in the gardens.”

“You think?”

“Pardon me, I was quite overwhelmed with stabilizing the princes life to ask.”

“Hmm” You nodded fixing your posture in the uncomfortable chair “What do you suspect his is?”

“Oh it is quite difficult to tell, his symptoms are fatigue, headaches.”

“You’re a maester, tell me your diagnosis as of now.” You hardened your stare at the grey rat.

“I would suspect it is perhaps a sun stroke.”

“Thank you maester, I apologize if I have been rude. I simply worry for my son.”

“It is natural for mothers to worry for their children.” He nodded, you left his chambers. Your blood boiling, he is an accomplice he has to be.

For now you had to take your son with you. You were a fool to believe he would be safe here in his home. Dorne only recently and begrudgingly joined the seven kingdoms. The other kingdoms influence was scarce, especially the crownlands. The Dornishmen valued their independence above anything, that was proven during the conquest. Perhaps they feel betrayed by your husband and son who agreed and upholded the tract made with your grandsire.

Thoughts swarmed your head as you approached your son’s door. A maid waited by the entrance tray in hand.

“Princess.” The guard acknowledged your presence slightly startling the poor girl.

“Who are you?” You questioned not recognizing the maid.

“Celia, your highness.” You noticed she did not posses the accent that most Dornish had.

“And what are you doing here?” You approached the younger girl.

“I bring tea and medicine to the prince.” She quietly answered, you could see her hands trembling.

“Calm down, child.” You said “I’ll take this off your hands.” You tried to grab the tray but the girl evaded. “No..!” She said a bit panicked.

“No?”

“I-I the kitchens instructed me to deliver this to the prince myself.”

“And whose order in the kitchen is more important than that of a princess?” You questioned.

“Yours, your highness.” She meekly answered. You took the tray from her and the guard stationed outside his door opened it for you. Before entering you leaned into the man’s ear.

“Keep an eye on her.” You whispered, the man solemnly nodded.

You placed the tray with the medicine on the table. You raised the steaming cup to your nose and took a whiff. A rather sharp and irritating smell hit your nose. This was not tea, that much you can tell. You have dabbled in herbs and medicine in your youth. Often making concoctions for your grandsire and then husband.

If this were a poison it was rare and difficult to detect. You stood in the middle of the room pondering over the events of the day. You sighed and walked over to the door.”

“Bring me the girl.” You ordered the guard, he obliged and a few moment later a knock interrupted your thoughts.

The maid from before was slightly shaking in the guards hold.

“Do not fret, Celia. Come, sit.” You invited the servant girl to the table. The cup of tea still steaming.

The girl was squirming under your gaze, her gaze was focused on her lap.

“Are you Dornish?” You questioned, she slightly shook her head.

“No.” She whispered timidly.

“Where?”

“I am from a small village east of the Honeywine river.”

“Oh? You must be scared being in an unfamiliar land.”

She simply nodded.

“Who sent you here?”

“My father is a merchant from Oldtown, we moved to Sunspear for better opportunities.”

“What a touching story, you must be parched my dear.” You smiled slightly “Drink.” You ordered moving the cup in her direction.

“That tea is for the prince, your highness.” She objected.

“The prince is unconscious. He will not mind.”

“I cannot it would be improper of me-“

“Improper? As much as refusing an order from the princess of the realm”

“N-No”

“Drink.” You now ordered the smile disappearing from your lips. The girls eyes widened, her breath became more rapid.

She tried to steady her breath as she stared at the teacup. After a moment she took it in her hand. “I am not t-thirsty, you highness. You sent her a cold stare. She obliged and pressed the cup to her rosy, slightly parted lips.

Once the liquid was to flow through her throat she slammed the cup on the table.

“I-I cannot, I’m sorry.” Tears flowed through her nervous eyes. She hiccuped pressing her head in her hands.

“What’s in the cup?” You questioned roughly grabbing the girl by her hair and making her look at your face.

“Poison.” She wailed.

“What kind?!”

“Nightshade..! I’m sorry!”

“Who gave you the order?!” You shouted at her tightening the grip on her locks.

“There w-was a man in the kitchens! He gave me the tea and told to deliver it to the prince!”

“More!” You ordered searching for answers in her eyes.

“I do not know!”

“Say or I will feed you to fire! You tried to kill my son! A boy of only three and ten! Your prince!”

“I did not mean to.” She cried and wailed stumbling over her words.

You let go of her hair.

“Guard!” You ordered, two men walked in “Bring everyone working in the kitchens out in the courtyard.”

“Princess it is night-“

“Now!”

The two scurried off and nodded.

“You will tell me who gave you the poison meant to kill my son.”

She quickly nodded, groveling on her knees.

You stared from the balcony as the guards gathered every worker from the kitchens. The girl, Celia was standing next to you.

“Show me.” You ordered. The girl nodded and scanned the crowd. Her finger pointed towards a man, tall and rather skinny. You nodded at the guards and they took the screaming and trashing man to the dungeons.

From the corner of your eye you beckoned a knight over.

“Make sure the Maester doesn’t leave his chambers.”

He bowed and left, his armor rattling with every step. You handed to girl to another knight. You will questioned the both of them in the morning. For now you needed rest.

…

You stared with disdain at the man before you, kneeling and chained.

“Name.”

“Harrold.” He answered, his confidence not wavering.

“Were you the one to poison my son? Your prince.” You calmly asked, the man shook his head and you nodded at the dungeon master. He took a step forward in his hand were heavy metal pincers. The burly man grabbed Harrold’s hand and with the pincers he grabbed his nail and pulled. The man wailed in pain.

“Will you tell the truth now?” He cried and cried.

“Y-yes!” You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.

“That was for admitting that you were lying before. Now speak!”

“I received the money, order and poison from a man. I-I don’t know what he was called. He just said he serves in the red keep!”

“And the girl? Celia?”

“She’s just a servant!”

“And the man, tell me more!”

“I-I do not know!” Another nail another scream.

“Who was the man?!” You demanded.

"I don't know! He just gave me the poison!"

"No ordinary man can afford such a poison... or make one!" You nodded at the dungeon master to remove another nail.

"T-The maester!" He finally screamed out in pain.

"What of the maester!?"

"He m-made the poison! A man just gave it to me!"

“What was he wearing?”

“A-a cloak!”

“What color?!”

“G-green.” He croaked out, and it is as if time stopped.

Green

…

A fortnight passed and Darren begun waking up more and more. His strength was coming back, the color in his face and eyes as well.

You watched with fondness as he devoured a duck roasted in honey with potatoes on the side. A cup of honey milk in a cup next to him. A food taster was now present for every meal he ate.

“Mummy, are you well?” He asked.

“I should be the one to ask you that, my love.” You mused placing a spare strand of brown hair behind his ear.

“You’re pale, and you do not eat.”

“I simply am worried for you.”

“Really? You look like this every time you’re with a babe.”

His words stunned you, and then you thought. You were not missing your moon blood, not yet anyway. You felt fine, tired but you wrote of the tiredness as a result of your son’s poisoning.

“We will return home soon. Once you get strong enough.”

“I am strong enough! I want to see Aegon and Nymor and the rest of my siblings.”

“I shall think about it.”

But he was right, there was no point in keeping him in Sunspear. He would be much safer on Bloodstone.

“Your highness!” A guard burst through the doors to your son’s chamber. You frowned worried. “A dragon spotted a few leagues away from Sunspear.”

“What did the dragon look like?” You questioned.

“Golden.” The guard answered.

“Aegon...” Darren whispered hopefully. You sighed deeply palming your forehead.

“You stay here, I’ll retrieve him.” You sighed standing up and leaving his chambers. You could hear the flapping of wings and the familiar screeches of Sunfyre above the city. Vermithor bellowed glancing up at the sky.

To your surprise Aegon was not the only person riding Sunfyre.

“Nymor.” You stated a bit on edge “What are you doing here? Aegon Sunfyre is too small to saddle two people.”

The two boys jumped from the dragon and your son jumped into your arms, Aegon following.

“We heard that Darren is sick, mother. I had to see my brother.” Nymor answered a bit harshly, which was unusual for him.

“He is fine now, and you Aegon?”

“Darren is my friend.” He murmured avoiding your stern gaze.

You sighed deeply. “Very well. Come along now."

You stood in the doorway watching your sons reunite. Nymor flung himself on Darren's bed, round cheeks stained with tears. Aegon on the other hand stood next to the bed, his hands awkwardly put behind his back.

"Derran!" Nymor cried, his elder brother chuckled and caressed his curly silver locks.

"Im alright, brother." He mused "Aegon, I-... It's good so see you." He awkwardly stated.

You raised your eyebrow in surprise. They never acted like this, they were comfortable in each other's presences, often skipping lessons together or being up to no good. You had to question them about this later.

"Yes..." Aegon muttered back, slightly sheepish.

"Mummy how could you not take me with you!" Nymor complained, freeing himself from his brothers embrace.

"I did what I thought was best. What if you have fallen ill? What would I do with two sick sons." You slightly teased.

"But he wasn't sick, was he?" Aegon questioned, you sighed deeply approaching Darren's bed.

"No, he was not."

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@nessjo

[afk-brain]

Really fun getting into new fandoms after my first fandom as a kid being WoF, because for some reason the WoF fandom is REALLY bad at ship names compared to the others.

Like, TMA has John x Martin, a ship between an eldritch knowledge-consuming eyeball monster and some guy who just really likes tea. What's it called? Teaholding. Beholding + Tea. Genius. Hilarious.

Rain World has Rivulet x Spearmaster, a ship between a semi-aquatic slugcat and a slugcat able to grow spears out of their tail at will. What's it called? Fishsticks. Freaking fantastic I love it

Meanwhile, Wings of Fire has Peril x Clay, a ship between a firey death monster who literally burns everyone she touches to a crisp, and one of the few dragons in the world with fireproof scales. What's it called? You'd think it's something really creative and clever about the contrasting nature of the ship, like a volcanic rock like Obsidian or a warm funny cutesy name like Fireplace or Burnt Toast or something like that.

But no.

It's called freaking CLERIL.

[shroomiethefrogwhisperer]

People like my fuckin alien shit

So here. Have a list of all my characters.

Karen: Ship's mechanic. Human (American-Indian). Fun, snarky, mom vibes, dabbles in illegal drug dealing. She/Her, heterosexual. Has a brown bob with a side undercut, blue eyes, and dark tanned skin, lots of tattoos (including Rainbow Dash). She's like 36.

Steve: Comms Expert. Human (Korean-Japanese). Chill, easygoing, likes video games and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, can and will beat your ass at fortnite. He/Him, gay. Has short black hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a few piercings. He's in his early twenties.

Moss: Translator. Human (Hispanic). Chaotic, sarcastic, an absolute gremlin, has a pet ratbird (keeps trying to domesticate the entire ratbird infestation that lives in the pipes). They/It, pansexual polyamorous. Has curly, bright green/pink hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. They're twenty-nine.

Zzgnaru. Ship's Captain. Alien (Nobletsk). Tired parent vibes, serious, literal, bad at nuance, loves plushies. Xey/xem, aroace. Brown/black scales, 6 yellow eyes, white horns, spiky tail, pink claws. Xey're 52.

Amethyst: Navigator. Alien (Penaconian). Sweet, happy, literally a ball of sunshine, everyone's sweetheart cutie who also has anxiety. Obsessed with anime (Moss showed him JJK and AoT, and now he's into KnY, MHA, and, like, Helluva Boss.) He/they, demiromantic bisexual. Short blonde hair with purple highlights, hazel eyes, pale skin. He's 32.

Banana: First Mate. Alien (Zzbrk). Comedic, silly, madly in love with Moss (BUT IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET), completely unserious like Captain Jack Sparrow unserious. She/fae, poly, omnisexual. Yellow/brown scales, vitiligo skin, golden eyes, shaved head, white spikes. She's 43.

Douri: Weapons Operater #1. Alien (Aaki). Depressed as shit, loose cannon-type shit, can and will eat your tacos. It/Its, asexual panromantic. Basically just a humanoid blob of orange slime. No one knows its age.

Josh: 2nd Mate. Human (American). Kind of a psycho, hilarious, autistic, likes sharks. And things that look like sharks. Steve’s boyfriend. He/Him, bisexual. Black dreadlocks, umber skin, dark eyes. He's also in his twenties.

Rhïianae: Weapons operator #2. Alien (Jawa). Collects random shit and makes guns out of them. Has severe adhd. Can never finish a project (took apart a secondary engine about a year ago and it's still disassembled). ??? skin, orange eyes, ??? Hair. Fae/Faun/It, demisexual polyamorous. Faun's in its mid-thirties.

Calixtian: Ship's Doctor. Alien (Penaconian). Likes doing experiments on beings of lesser sentience (or heck, same level-sentience, he doesn't care), mad scientist-esque, no one likes him. Blue-green hair, orange eyes, vitiligo skin. He/Him, aromantic. He's 46.

Nøræxx: Interplanetary criminal. Alien (Asgardian). Wanted for weapons smuggling and illegal mercenary work. Is the cavalry reserved for when Douri and Rhïinae are out, is the bodyguard. Dark hair, green eyes, tanned skin. She/He/They, cupioromantic asexual. 500+ years old.

Bastier. Comms student. Human (British). Clueless, cute, easily confused, has OCD, likes cats. Speaks 8 interplanetary languages (not including Earth languages, which he speaks at least twenty of). Blonde hair, pale skin, blue eyes. He/Him, heterosexual (bicurious). 19 years old.

The Ship. "Steroid Annihilator". Modified Class 8 Torigrian K-Wing Destroyer. Got its name when Zzgnaru, Karen, Douri, and Steve successfully piloted it through the Inter-Galaxian Asteroid Fields. Zzgnaru wanted to name it Ssjuokimbl (Conqueror of Rocks), but Steve suggested Asteroid Annihilator instead, and when they got it painted on the side, the artist doing the paint job spelled it wrong. Karen couldn't stop laughing for days.

Note: Steve is a Chill Gay™️, and Josh is a Chaotic Gay™️.

[theshadowsingersraven]

so @gwyns (correctly, in my opinion) observed that e/riels are normies. i've also held this belief, as well as close friends of mine who have been in fandom and done things like RP'd on Tumblr, wrote/read fanfiction back in the day for things like Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, etc. And @tsundoku-life asked this brilliant question: do you think this was inevitable, with how the idea of fandom has become more widespread?

I am someone whose been here for a while. This has been my one and only mainblog through the literal upwards of a decade I've been in fandoms. This blog has seen me through Harry Potter phase, dips back into Naruto (where my crippling addiction to emo boys started, if you stanned Sasuke when you were 12 also, I see you and I love you) Superwholock phase, anime phase, Fire Emblem, etc.

And genuinely? Yes. I think so. If it wasn't ACOTAR, it probably would've been something else with equally as popular, or easily marketable aspects. However, I do think there is a unique aspect to Elain and purity culture that makes this debacle particularly irritating. Essentially, I'm "Yes, and"--ing this question.

So, I think the thing with Elain is that, to E/riels, she is counter-culture. She's unique, she's the refreshing "not like other girls" character because this genre, understandably, has a lot of female characters that are trained in combat, politically savvy/trained to be spies, or have skills in areas that would otherwise be considered traditionally masculine. Aelin, Bryce, Nesta, Feyre, Manon, Lidia, etc. are often highlighted as being people's favorites, and often times are in positions where they have to regularly take direct action to get the plot moving.

(However, to be fair to Elain, she has not gotten the benefit of rotating POV and therefore more reason to take action like the CC and TOG cast. She is still waiting in the wings for her moment, and I want to give her a fair shake here.)

While I would not say these female characters are traditionally masculine overall, or that their feminine traits should be dismissed, if we're comparing on a scale of 1-10 (1 being most traditionally feminine and least masculine and 10 being most vice-versa), they are all closer to 10 than Elain is, if that makes sense.

However, if we step back and look at least American society overall (I can only speak to my experience, ofc), characters like Elain are the ideal. Traditional femininity, despite how it's also demonized, it's still "correct" to patriarchal society. And with the rise of conservatism everywhere and prevalence of purity culture, Elain is the perfect fictional sword to fall on to further conservative ideology. No one is immune to propaganda, but I don't think it's a coincidence that Elain having such overlap in purity culture via E/riel ship dynamics (she's so pure/perfect/untainted and she'll "save" him, etc.) and her traditionally feminine hobbies that tend to misalign with adventure/fantasy as a genre (you can look at how people treat Sansa from GoT, for example), can appeal to a more conservative mindset.

The poor, overhated, down-trodden female character that just wants to be feminine and refuse the role of a mate in a sea of "masucline" female characters kicking ass, taking names, and falling in love with their fated mates.

I don't think anything sounds more like a conservative woman daydream than that, tbh.

Conservatism thrives on the belief (mistaken one at that) that they're the underdogs, that they're counter-culture in this zeitgeist when in reality...they're just not central focus in a particular format or setting. It's hard not to notice the massive overlap in the love for E/riel, the E/riel version of Elain, and the current rise of conservative values. I don't think it's a coincidence at all that these all interplay. Does that mean that all Elriels are conservative? No, definitely not. I won't pretend to know their values, and I'm sure they believe that their insistence on a ""woman not owing a man anything"" actually applies to Elain directly without the nuance the subject requires (you know, about fiction and depiction versus endorsement, what it means to have a soul bond to someone, how fate is something SJM uses regarding mates and what it means to avoid something inevitable, etc).

But I do think said massive overlap is worth examining and does require critical thought. There's nothing wrong with liking Elain in the first place. I do, too. But I think the reasons why people like Elain and how those certain things can be weaponized against other people are uniquely conservative-coded when it comes to Elriels and their interpretation. Recognizing these overlaps isn't about policing who likes what but about being aware of how broader societal values influence our consumption and interpretation of fiction. E/riels will be the first to point out the "misogyny" in Elucien and that "fiction affects reality" (a statement that can and often times is true, but is irresponsible to use in a blanket statement without examining the subject in nuance), but they ignore the other side of this coin that reality also affects fiction.

[fanaticsnail]

Tobiuo 飛魚 (トビウオ)

Snail's One Piece OC.

Overview

Extended

Name: Tobiuo “Flying Fish” (Pronunciation: “To-bi-yo”)

Race: Fishman Class: Fighter Crew: Heart-Pirates

Pronouns: She/Her Age: 28 Height: 7’2

Appearance: Skin is a cool blue palette, accents of teal and pastel pink in sunlight. Her hair is a dark navy colour, almost like squid ink. Under unnatural UV, raised spots and diamond-shaped scales glow like bioluminescent coral.

Peculiarities: Has gills on her face and neck, her eyes have no pupils, her tongue is barbed, and her teeth are pointed. Has webbed hands and feet, has webbed ears that triangulate out like fins of a flying fish. She cannot speak above water, her voice was not made to carry in air (her kin are of greater depths: Down Under). She uses sign language (Auslan), and will whistle to bring attention to her so she can communicate. Her voice can be heard under water, but it is far easier to communicate through sign. She is also amphibious.

Love interest: Heat (Kid-Pirate Crew Member)

Heart-Pirate History: Was found by Trafalgar Law, Bepo, Shachi and Penguin entangled in barbed nets close to Sabaody Archipelago in a state of panic, frantically attempting to claw herself free. She was heavily injured as she fought her way off a courier vessel bound for the auction house, but has no memory of how it occurred. A slash mark of a blade on her outer thigh was the only remaining injury that healed over in a raised welt of silver. The courier vessel was destroyed, Tobiuo was the sole survivor of both manned crew and slaves for auction. Most of the Heart-Pirates understand her sign after a few months, and use it to their advantage to communicate at greater distance, or in silence while attempting to remain stealthy in covert operations.

Role: She is Law’s security officer, hand to hand and tridents are her specialties. Considering Law is a Devil-Fruit user, she is on retrieve duty if he falls overboard.

Fighting: Fishmen are stronger, faster, and tougher than humans: Tobiuo is no different. She much faster under water, more deadly and lethal. May become worked up into a battle-like frenzy and overcome with rage (Berserker) in the heat of fight. This numbs her to pain until after the battle is over.

Personality: Physically quiet due to her mutism above water, but has a bright sense of humor and is highly expressive with her body language and sign. Is very much akin to a older sister to the crew, and will scold with an arched brow and purse of her lips if she witnesses them behaving recklessly. Loves to laugh, dance and tease with the crew. However, if the crew tease and prod too much, she will pick them up as if they weigh nothing and confine them to quarters until they apologise - or simply hover them over the side of the Polar Tang and threaten to drop them in the ocean while they flail wildly.

Notes: I love Auslan (Australian Sign Language). I learnt Auslan "key sign" for work, and have used it since with my family. Tobiuo is a reflection of my love and respect for sign, and I adore her.

Art, Fics & Chats:

Lost in Translation

First Meeting

Heat and Feet

Height with the Heart Pirates

Tobiuo's colour palette

Between the Tang and the Victoria

In a bit of a pickle

Dialogue about Tobiuo

Searching (part 2: writing one-piece spoilers)

Ten questions

Four more questions

Don't be shy

Attraction

Pool Day

Please

Dance Night

Digital Art

Perfection (fic)

Beach Day

Wano

Security Drill

Grinning

Wanted poster

Retractable shoulder wings

Wings expanded

Shower

Heat's Beer

"Kid Pirate" Tobiuo

Tobiuo's Glare: semi-realism

Tobiuo gets a present

Teat: Tobiuo x Heat ship dynamic

Kisses

Meme

Reunited (fic)

It was an accident

He's never going to let her go

The moment they knew they were in love

I'm with you

Romantic kiss

When someone knows your language (Tobiuo x Wire, platonic)

Tobiuo in casualwear

Squeeze

Tobiuo By Others

Modern Au: The Death Doula and The Undertaker

The Sound of Silence: Heat x Tobiuo

Moodboard: Art by @/skullfacedlady (centre image), @/thenotsofantasticlifestory (Kiki [OC] x Tobiuo x Heat). The other images are stock photos or found on Pinterest. Drawn art here is by me.

[calisverse]

DRAGONRIDING, DRAGONCARE AND JOYRIDES. all sentences are made regarding a fantasy setting with dragons that involve dragonriding, joyriding, inviting someone to ride with you and onward, includes sentences and prompts. change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.

50 Dialogue Sentences – Dragonriding & Dragon Care

Inviting or Flirtatious

"Care to fly with me? My dragon doesn’t mind sharing her saddle."

"Only the brave ride beside me—are you brave enough?"

"My dragon seems to like you. That must mean something."

"I’d let you ride my dragon… if you ask nicely."

"You’re not scared of heights, are you? Good. Let’s go higher."

"They say a dragon reflects its rider… shall we see how well we match?"

"If you fall, I’ll catch you—unless you prefer clinging to me tighter."

"Hold on. Not to the saddle—to me."

"We could take the long way back… give the dragon more time in the sky—and us more time together."

"The sky’s beautiful tonight. Let’s fly into it together."

Friendly or Curious

"Have you ever ridden a dragon before? Want to try?"

"You don’t have to be a Targaryen to fly. You just need courage."

"I could teach you how to approach her—she’s gentler than she looks."

"He snorts at strangers, but he warms up if you bring him fish."

"Her scales change color slightly depending on her mood. Isn’t that incredible?"

"The wind in your face, the roar of the sky—it never gets old."

"Every dragon bonds differently. Sometimes it’s a look. Sometimes it’s fire."

"It’s not about control. It’s about trust."

"Feeding time is messy—want to help anyway?"

"I was scared too, the first time. But the fear fades. The wonder doesn’t."

Teaching / Instructional

"Mount from the left side. Slowly. Let him smell you first."

"Always keep your hands steady. Dragons sense fear through your grip."

"Talk to her, even if she doesn’t answer. She hears you."

"Their wings need brushing after each flight. Keeps the membranes healthy."

"Dragons don’t obey—they agree. Big difference."

"If she dips her head, she’s inviting you. Don’t miss that chance."

"Your posture matters. Slouch, and she’ll think you’re unsure."

"She hates loud sounds. Be calm, be steady."

"A clean saddle, a fed dragon, and calm breathing. That’s your start."

"Scratch right under the jaw. That’s where he likes it."

Witty / Sarcastic / Casual

"It’s not riding a horse. There’s more fire. Literally."

"If you think dragons are scary, wait until you meet their riders."

"He likes burnt goats. The crispier, the better."

"Wingspan’s impressive, sure, but have you seen the teeth?"

"Some people walk. Some take ships. I ride over storms."

"My dragon sneezed and burned my boots off once. Still worth it."

"She gets jealous if I talk to other riders too long. Drama queen."

"I wouldn’t stand there if I were you. Tail’s got a mean swing."

"Just a word of advice: don’t look down until I say you can."

"He doesn’t bite unless you deserve it."

Reflective / Emotional

"I’ve never felt so free as I do when I’m above the clouds."

"We’ve been together since I was ten. She’s part of me now."

"He saved me once. I owe him everything."

"The bond... it’s not explainable. It’s something you feel in your bones."

"Dragons don’t forget cruelty. Or kindness."

"I thought I’d lost him once. The sky felt empty without him."

"Some say we choose them. I think they choose us."

"Flying isn’t escape—it’s belonging somewhere vast."

"When I’m with her, I feel like I am fire. Not just near it."

"She doesn’t speak, but she understands everything I never say."

20 Writing Prompts – Dragonriding & Dragon Caring

You are asked to care for a sick dragon—describe the symptoms and how you try to help.

Write about the moment a dragon chooses you as its rider.

Your dragon refuses to fly—what’s wrong, and how do you solve it?

You invite a friend (or rival) to ride your dragon. How do they respond?

Describe your first flight and what you see, feel, and fear.

A young dragon is too wild to tame. You must train it before the festival.

You discover your dragon has laid eggs—what now?

Write a journal entry from the point of view of someone who brushes, feeds, and lives among dragons.

A storm is approaching, and you must fly through it to warn a village.

You get caught between two dragons fighting—how do you calm them?

Write about a romantic moment that takes place during a nighttime flight.

Describe a flight over enemy territory and how your dragon reacts.

Your dragon falls midair—write the fall, the landing, and the aftermath.

A new dragonrider challenges you to a race through the mountains.

Your dragon starts acting strangely—then it disappears.

A stranger appears with a dragon that looks eerily similar to yours.

You must teach a child how to care for a hatchling.

You are forbidden to ride, but your dragon calls for you. Do you obey?

Your dragon is wounded in battle. Write the recovery process.

A bond between you and your dragon is fading—how do you strengthen it again?

[sleepytoycollection]

In Which Moose Toys Made a Dislestia Child and I Am Amused

This isn't really a review proper, but this Magic Mixies set was brought to my attention by @sparklyaxolotlstudent after they pointed out that the "pegacorn" of this set looked like a MLP Discord fankid lmao.

So needless to say I became interested.

After just getting into MLP this year, and especially being a fan of the draconequus character Discord, I thought the idea of another toy company taking a stab at a the idea of horse/dragon creature was funny.

Granted, MLP didn't invent the horse-dragon. Qilins and longmas long predate our colorful horse friends. So it's not necessarily borrowing from MLP, but come on. When was the last time you saw one in a little girl's toy line?

The set comes with all this stuff to do the magic potion thingy. Call me lacking in whimsy, but I didn't wanna do all this shit. I just wanted the toys.

It also comes with some info about our new friends.

Moose Toys call this creature a pegacorn. Now "pegacorn" is sometimes used to describe a unicorn/pegasus. It's what MLP calls an alicorn, but there's no way this creature isn't also part eastern dragon too. It has scales. And Claws.

Let's back up a bit tho, and look at the dolls fully.

I really like the Pixlings dolls. This is actually my third one now. They're what Enchantimals could've been if they were good. I wish their shirts weren't molded on, but it's not a deal breaker if only because they're so nicely painted.

The only reason I haven't acquired more is that they have a LOT of leftover trash. The potion bottles these come in can't really be used for much else, and they're not worth donating either. So that's a LOT of plastic going to waste. Wish I could just buy the dolls without all that mess tbh.

Still a cutie of a doll.

I also appreciate they gave the pegacorn articulation! It's so rare anymore to see animal friends in doll lines that don't feel like cheap afterthoughts.

Now to address why this set, the pegacorn especially, makes me think MLP. -deep inhale-

Rainbow Star looks like a Celestia/Discord fankid.

Look at this child and her divorced parents. Tell me she doesn't look like the designer at Moose Toys ships these two.

Even the name "Rainbow Star" fits.

Hell, if her dad were Discord is would explain the nonsensical butt wings. Nonsense is kind of a given for a child of chaos. Plus Discord in the show flies with magic, and his wings are useless when he's de-powered. So placement wouldn't matter if she's using magic to fly as well.

Now I don't personally go for this ship, but it's still pretty funny. Either this was on purpose or one hell of a coincidence.

Putting MLP aside tho, I do like these little guys.

Unia could use a little bit of a restyle...

Wait a minute, if you imagine the blue replaced with purple, doesn't Unia look a little like human Princess Cadence?

Okay that's enough for today. Bye.

[hirocimacruiser]

Amazing! The first kei car with gull-wing doors and a midship layout!

Intimidate everyone else!!

AUTOZAM AZ-1

Shut up and follow me!!

Following the Beat and Cappuccino, Autozam has released its 3rd light car! The AZ-1 (Autozam's top pick!) is an evolved version of the AZ-550 that appeared at the Autozam show three years ago. What's more, the AZ-1's top pick is that it's the first gull-wing light car in the history of the car. The drive system is also midship, just like the Beat, so you can expect great driving performance! This is the kind of car it is.

This is what the AZ-1 is like!!!

The AZ-1 was born from the idea of play.

It all began three years ago when Mazda's development staff created the AZ 550 (there were three types, A, B, and C), which they had been playing around with in their spare time from their regular work, and exhibited it as a concept car at a motor show.

The reactions of visitors to the motor show were surveyed. Many people said they "definitely want to buy it," "want it," and "want to drive it," so the upper echelons of the manufacturer began to think seriously about the matter. They then had automotive critics test drive the car and sought a wide range of opinions.

As a result, the "go" was given and full-scale development for commercialization began.

Naturally, the overall body length and engine displacement were also revised.

The distinctive gull-wing doors (named for the way they open, resembling the movement of a seagull's wings) are the second to be adopted by a Japanese car, following the Toyota Sera. However, this car is more authentic.

The engine is a 3-cylinder twin-cam turbo purchased from Suzuki, the same as the Cappuccino. This is the birth of a mid-ship car, following the first in the kei car series. The plastic body is bolted together, so the frame of the chassis is not visible from the outside, allowing for a large number of welds and ensuring considerable body rigidity. The body is available in two colors: red and blue.

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AZ-1 5MT 1,498,000 yen

◆The authentic bucket-type seat provides firm support for the driver's body.

★The small 35cm diameter handlebars are one feature that will inspire your sporty spirit.

This is what it looks like from the outside!!!

The Gullwings and Midship layout are lightweight and futuristic in shape.

Although it is basically the same as the model exhibited at the motor show, you will notice that some small changes have been made for the market. The first thing that catches your eye are the headlights. The retractable lamps have been changed to two exposed round lamps. However, they are angled to blend in as much as possible with the steeply sloping hood, and are a modified oval type.

Because of the gull-wing design, the outer door handles and door locks are positioned low, which is a bit of a concern as they get muddy easily on rainy days or after driving through muddy roads. The side air intakes behind the doors are a sign of a midship design and look cool. Air is introduced through the intake duct to cool the engine.

The single wiper type gives a sporty impression, but since it does not have any mechanism to expand the operating area like Mercedes Benz's, it may be slightly less practical than the dual wiper type.

There is also an air intake on the hood, but please be aware that this is not for the turbo intercooler. It is actually just an air intake for the interior. The door mirrors are also taken from the Carol.

The interior looks like this!!!!!!

The mysterious living space created by the gullwing!!!

The threshold is twice as high as that of the Cappuccino, so getting in and out of the car is not smooth. The threshold is higher than the seat, so it is impossible (not physically, but psychologically) for a woman wearing a skirt to get in. That being said, this is an exception to the rule for women who want to please men.

The interior has a narrow center tunnel that separates the driver and passenger, like the Cappuccino and Beat, and the driver and passenger seats are very close to each other. The inside door handles are the same as those of the Eunos Roadster.

The steering wheel is sporty with a small diameter of 35cm. The controls for the standard air conditioner are located on the center console due to space limitations, but the dial-type main switch (which also serves as the fan switch) has the numbers indicating the air volume facing downwards, making it difficult to see.

The seats are bucket type. The driver's seat slides but has no reclining (angle adjustment).

There are no adjustment mechanisms in the passenger seat.

The seats are fixed, with no room for movement. A heavy spare tire is placed behind the driver's seat to improve cornering performance. There is plenty of headroom.

The gear shift lever is less appealing than that of the Beat and Cappuccino, as it feels more tacky. Also, there are no power windows to keep the vehicle weight down.

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★The AZ-550 was released three years ago. The only changes from the AZ-1 are the retractable headlamps and aluminum.

★The AZ-1's side air intakes are proof that it is a mid-engine car.

★A gorgeous figure!

AZ-1when opened. This is the gullwing.

◆The most distinctive feature of the AZ-1 is its gull-wing doors that look as if they could pop out at any moment.

↑Seen from the front, the gull-wing doors look somewhat threatening...

→Is it just me or does it look like a goldfish? →AZ-1 seen from directly above looks like

◆The rear view has four round lamps. The engine is mounted behind the seats.

◆The short, easy-to-operate gear lever is very sporty.

◆The seats are also full-fledged bucket type, designed with sporty driving in mind.

★It is the smallest and sportiest steering wheel on a commercially available vehicle.

★This air conditioning control switch is vertical and has an unusual shape that has never been seen before.

Introducing the Autozam AZ-1, the first gull-wing light car!

Here's the mechanism of AZ-1!!

It's a sporty mechanism that goes beyond being a lightweight car.

Both the front and rear use strut suspension, and the brakes are four-wheel discs, exactly the same as the Beat. The AZ-1 is 25mm lower than the Beat, and its wheelbase is 45mm shorter, so its cornering performance has reached a considerable level.

The tires are the same size on both the front and rear, and are specially designed TOYO Trampio 155/65R13 inch. Aluminum wheels, which can reduce the weight by 2 kg per wheel, are available as custom-made equipment.

The body is a skeleton monocoque.

The structure is called a "shell," and the plastic outer panels are bolted together, which has the advantage that the welds are not visible from the outside, and the number of spot welds has been increased to increase rigidity.

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▶AZ-1's rivals

▼SUZUKI cappuccino

▲HONDA beat

If you were to compare it simply in terms of power performance, the Cappuccino would be its rival (which can't be helped, since they have the same engine), but if you were to compare it in terms of drive system, the Beat would be its rival. It is the only one that is not an open-top car compared to the other two, but it can be said to have both the acceleration of the Cappuccino and the midship of the Beat. In other words, since all three cars are different, it is difficult to compare them as equal rivals. The only choice you can make is based on these three factors - gullwing, midship, FR - and your budget.

■This is the AZ-1 chassis (framework) and suspension!!!

◆The suspension is equipped with disc brakes and strut suspension.

The body uses the latest skeleton monocoque.

[pyxilate]

so let me tell yall about my LeafWing oc Sharktooth.

(I ship them with Blaze, but eeeehh)

Sharktooth uses he/they pronouns, and is named after the Sharktooth Fern.

The image above was made using dragon-maker and is a rough glance at him without his wings. His scales have these colors:

More fun facts: he’s a minor character in my descendants au and his dragonet is named Venus, and also Sundew finds him annoying (the one time they conversed, that is). He’s an artist, and loves painting.