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ilovefreedelahoya · 1 month ago

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OHOHOHO I GOT CHU I HAVE A LOT OF FAV MOMENTS!!!

there are a lot sooo

and you're not getting any context either. just scenes i thought were funny or had good descriptions

tw sh, panic attacks, depression, gays, super super long, suicide attempt

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Free responded in his normal monotone voice. His arms were hidden behind his back, which made Kris suspicious. While Valt and Free made small talk, Kris took a peek inside the trailer. Neat and tidy except for one corner, which had small dots on the ground. Upon further inspection, Kris saw the color red and interrupted Valt.

“Free, is that blood?”

“Yes,” Free answered.

“Why is there blood?”

Free paused, obviously formulating a lie. “I’m on my period.”

The sun beat down mercilessly and the air was hot and dry. There was nothing but sand for miles around him. He liked solitude, but he wasn’t alone, Fafnir was with him. Fafnir stayed anchored in the center of the stadium and Free watched it spin for a good ten minutes before it slowed to a stop.

“So pathetic…” he whispered. Everything hurt, his chest felt tight, his arms were sore, his eyes were tired, and his throat was constricting. “I’m so fucking pathetic,” he cursed. If he wanted to stop spiraling, he needed to focus. Did he want to feel confident in himself again? Wouldn’t that make him bored and lazy? Yeah. He deserved to feel like this for all those times he made sarcastic remarks against other bladers, for every person he didn’t look in the eye, and for every battle he didn’t take seriously.

Silas scoffed and sat down next to Free. Free took a deep breath of the woodsy smells of grass, flowers, and leaves. A small summer breeze blew through the individual blades of grass and played with his fluffy hair. Free closed his eyes and focused on everything he could sense around him. A single ant was crawling along his right forearm. The soft grass tickled his exposed skin. Silas sighed and laid down next to Free. Leaves rustled, crickets chirped wildly, and an owl hooted occasionally. Free opened his eyes slowly to be greeted with the gentle moonbeams that lit his surroundings. The stars twinkled in the sky above him and his eyes darted around to look for any constellations. Slowly, he felt his muscles relax and his chest began to loosen. He sighed contentedly.

“I have mother nature to help me.” Free closed his eyes again. “My deer friend is a licensed therapist.”

He realized that his emotions were starting to get in the way of getting stronger. If he was to keep having meltdowns, he would have less time to train. Free looked at the stars again and slowly blinked, feeling his body start to shut down. He pictured all his feelings, the disappointment, the confusion, and the anger as the stars he saw and imagined sealing them behind the empty void that was his eyes. Free De La Hoya will become the number one blader again.

“One date,” Silas said and held up a finger. “I’ll even get you french fries.”

“Do you really think you can just bribe me with french fries?” Free responded dully. He pursed his lips and thought about the fries that Silas offerend. Silas smirked, seeing that Free was in fact, interested in the fries. Free sighed. “One date.”

When the wind blew, he exhaled. The leaves, his thoughts, would fall from the branches and gracefully drop into the river below. The serene river would be his train of thought as it carried the leaves downstream, disappearing forever. His resentment towards Joshua, his unknown feelings towards Silas, his frustration about Kris, and his confusion about his identity were all lost in the current now. They were insignificant little leaves getting carried down a tiny river compared to all the trees in the world and the great oceans. Free took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Maybe everything was going to be okay.

“Admit you love—or at least, loved—me.”

“I will bite you.”

“GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” Sasha yelled from the front of the bus.

“They already banter like an old married couple,” Kit sighed and shook his head.

His skin was smooth, warm, and clean compared to Free’s rough, cold, and dirty everything. What did Silas even see in him? He ignored the stinging pain in his arm and focused on Silas’s face. Every now and then, Silas would glance at Free for any pain response, but turn pink and look away when his eyes met Free’s. Silas placed his hand on Free’s lap and leaned forward to reach into the cabinets above the sink. Free stuck his hands behind him and leaned back to get out of Silas’s way. Silas looked down, realizing that he was in between Free’s legs and pinning him to the counter. The two were inches apart and Free could hear their shallow breaths filling in the silence of the night.

“I-I…” Silas stammered.

“J, K, L, M, N, O, P,” Free drawled, “Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, and Z. Now you know your ABC’s

Free made intense eye contact with Silas, knowing that it made people uncomfortable made it funnier.

“You’re weak,” Free rasped and clenched his fists, his veins bulged from his skin and laced his face like cobwebs. Blood dripped down his left arm from a collection of bite marks. His skin was all torn and punctured, it looked like a machine-gun had open-fired on his arm. “Who’s next?”

Relapsing. Falling back into the cycle of getting mad at himself and hurting and feeling waves of pain endlessly wash over him. He pictured it like his meditation spot in the middle of the lake. Normally, he would not be in the water, but when getting to and from the little island, he has to wade through the water. Sometimes it was fine, other times, his pants got wet, his boots got muddy, or he’d trip on a submerged branch. Most of the time, he was calm, cool, and collected. But to get there, he had to feel pain and disappointment. Those feelings were inevitable, he would always get wet if he wanted to get to the little island. Could he explain that to Kris? How he can’t be perfectly emotionless and powerful at the same time. Even when he was number one, he still had feelings, they were just extremely repressed. Kris didn’t like that. She was much happier when Valt and the others reminded Free how enjoyable blading could be.

Kris whispered comforting reassurance and stroked his back. He felt like a little kid again. Why did this keep happening? He had sworn to put aside all his stress and focus on blading, but he kept breaking down on his friends. Maybe something was wrong with him. Maybe he really did have depression and that was why he couldn’t control his feelings anymore. But having depression sounded like it would completely interfere with blading. What if he was too depressed to train? What if people babied him more? What if Kris stops him from blading to focus on his mental health? What if blading was making it worse? What if blading was the only thing keeping him going, even if it got him hurt? What would he do if blading didn’t exist? All his thoughts circled his mind while tears spilled out of his puffy eyes and onto Kris’s beautiful dress. He hated himself for being so weak. He wanted this emotional pain to go away, but he wasn’t allowed to hurt himself anymore. But the sick feeling in his stomach wanted to be released through his blood. His panicked thoughts were knives that he wanted to stab into his arm instead of thinking. Anything to distract him from these thoughts and bring him back to what was really important. Blood. The metallic taste of blood helped him focus. Free hiccuped and bit his lip, peeling at the chapped skin with his teeth. He felt his skin being pulled apart and he licked the blood that dripped out of his lip. He pursed his lips and squeezed his blood into his mouth. He focused on the taste instead of his thoughts.

The sweet iron washed over his tongue. Kris wouldn’t notice, but he was hurting himself still. He gripped his gauntlet and discreetly slid it back and forth, rubbing the bandages against his scabs.

Silas slipped his hands into his pockets and followed, still thinking about Free. That’s all he could think about, which was probably a bad sign. He was so gay for the blonde prodigy… When he went to sleep, he wished he could be holding Free’s cold arms, warming him up. When he ate, he couldn’t help but watch Free calmly eat his meals, chewing slowly, but silently and gracefully, if that was even possible for a simple act of eating. Free made every food look good and he’d always finish his meals with an approving nod and satisfied sigh. The way Free yawned was adorable to Silas. When he squeezed his eyes shut and held his hand over his gaping mouth made him look like a sleepy little kid. His intense gaze was comforting and Silas could never look away from his wide pupils. His loose clothes matched his carefree personality, despite the fact he cared a lot, if that made sense.

“Oh no,” Silas mocked, spreading his legs apart and planting his palms on the floor in front of him. “I guess Sleeping Beauty got nine hours of sleep instead of ten.”

Free chuckled and the two watched Cuza do an assortment of splits and stretches.

“Does this kid not have bones?” Silas muttered.

“Maybe he’s an alien,” Free replied. “It takes one to know one.”

The two looked at each other for a moment before letting out small chuckles. Silas still couldn’t get over how nice Free’s laugh was. He never made more than a “heh” when he laughed, but it was a pleasant and sweet sound to Silas.

(i'll give you context for this one... Silas stole Free's french fries) at that moment Silas knew, he fucked up.

Silas couldn’t believe that he and Free spent an hour in the WcDonald’s parking lot arguing over the last french fry just for a pigeon to grab it and fly off.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Free repeated and raised his left hand to feel his ribbon earrings.

“Yes,” Silas breathed and let go of Free’s hand to place on Free’s shoulder. He brought his legs onto the bed and scooted even closer to Free. His fingers traced Free’s collarbone, mimicking what Free had done in the bathroom except Free was the one against the dorm wall. Keeping his eyes on Free’s lips, he brushed his fingers up the side of Free’s neck and felt his pulse beating quickly. His lips looked so fucking soft and lonely. Free was holding his breath. Silas was too. He waited for Free to say something, anything to break the silence.

His question was quieter than the night.

“Can we kiss then?”

“C’mon Sasha, she’s thirteen now,” Silas argued. “Let the kid curse.”

“Yeah, Sasha!” Honey piped up. “Let me say fuck!”

“You bet! I can’t wait to see his handsome face.” Valt held his face in his hands and spun around. It seemed like Rantaro wanted to make Valt flustered, but he was regretting it because Valt was mooning over Shu now. “Those silky white locks and ruby red eyes…”

“Gag,” Kit commented.

“Barf,” Rantaro added.

“Spontaneous combustion,” Silas growled.

“WHAT!?” Valt screeched. “YOU TWO KISSED?”

“Fuck,” Silas and Free both said. It was gaslighting time.

“No. I didn’t say that,” Free lied. Everyone suddenly had their hands on the table around the two. Free continued eating the spaghetti causally, it was much better than Valt’s version. “You must’ve imagined it.”

“But I—“

“Just your imagination, Valt.”

“I heard you say—“

“No you didn’t.”

“I didn’t?”

“Yeah, you didn’t hear anything.”

“What?”

“What? What? What?” Valt hunched over and held his head in his hands. “What???”

The hall was filled with the clinking of utensils and cheerful chatter that occasionally turned into a laughing fit. Illuminated by the chandelier, Free sat quietly and observed everyone having a great time. Quietly observing everyone having a great time like a spectator; like an audience member at battles. Occasionally, somebody mentioned him in conversation or asked him a question to get him involved. His responses were probably too dry and boring, for they moved on and returned to joyful conversations with each other. Valt explained his newest upgrade of Valtryek to Shu. Rantaro wrapped his arm around Shu’s shoulder and ruffled his hair. Sasha wiped sauce off of Honey’s face since Kit challenged her to a race. Kris sipped her tea calmly and nearly spit it out after Ange made a comment about her bowtie being crooked all day. Kris’s face turned pink as she put her cup down to fix the light blue bow. Cuza juggled five tomatoes that Shu didn’t use in the spaghetti, the red-orange spheres danced in the air. Everything felt like a movie that Free could pause, rewind, or fast-forward at any time.

Pause. The orbs remained floating in the air, and Cuza’s eyes were closed with a confident aura. Kris’s bow was untied and Ange held the ends in front of Kris to help her fix it. Valt held Valtryek up in Shu’s face. Shu had a proud smile. Rantaro had his hands on his hips and a toothpick replacing his lollipop. Sasha gave up on cleaning Honey and joined her race, noodles hung out their mouths like a frozen waterfall.

Rewind. Sasha hugged Free. Her hot breath tickled Free’s neck. Her arms held his waist tightly, like she was scared he would fall apart when she let go. He remembered how his arm hurt and how good he was at hiding it. He felt the heat radiating off her warm hands through his tank-top.

Fast-forward. He laid in his dorm, staring at the gray ceiling again. Thinking about dinner, he blinked slowly. He wished sleep could take him now instead of during the day.

He didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts.

“Yeah,” Silas said confidently. “And I will definitely melt Free’s icy heart.”

“Damn, isn’t that murder?” Free chuckled. “If you wanted to kill me, just choke me in my sleep.”

“I’m sure he wants to choke you, just not with the intent to kill.” Kit smirked and side-eyed Silas, who was redder than a tomato. Valt and Rantaro couldn’t hold back their laughter.

Free didn’t get the joke.

Free folded over his knees with his hands over his ears. He eyed the ground while the vibrations of everyones voices continued to reverberate in his head. He didn’t mean to break Jinius. Sure he was mad at Joshua, who wouldn’t be? Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he was letting his emotions get the better of him. It was his fault, nobody could deny that. He broke Jinius and Joshua’s ego, probably. All because of his stupid emotions that he couldn’t even register.

The idea of being so close to death. He could stand up and step off the edge at any moment, so why was he hesitating? He could free everyone of his troubles if he just got up and did it now.

They all deserved better.

His heart beat slowly, as if ready to accept death and come to a stop whenever Free wanted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the sound of the waterfall still crashed in front of him. Even if he died, it would still flow. Even when he died, life would still go. When he died, everyone would move on. Everyone would die at some point, Free just wanted his turn to come earlier.

Everything was so serene around him. The sun was warm and the sky was clear. He would expect an attempt to occur in the rain or during the night. He sat there, still contemplating. He wanted to kill himself so badly, but his legs wouldn’t move. He was stuck sitting on the ground.

He pressed on his knees and heaved himself standing. The wind and the water had the same roar, either screaming for him to jump or get help.

Free looked over the edge, the light blue water reminded him of Silas’s eyes… If he died, he wouldn’t get to see them again

“Just leave him be,” Silas said. His arm was draped around the back of his chair and his other hand was holding a glass of orange juice that he raised to his lips. He gave Free a gentle look. “He’ll come back to us…”

Bel had made a worldwide release of a new dynamite battle system on April 1st. Being the prankster he is, he somehow fooled at least 10,000—including Valt—bladers into building beyblades out of tape, glue, erasers, and bandaids to achieve the dynamite system.

Free nodded with his eyes closed and looked back at his plate as if trying to summon more pancakes with his mind. Silas lifted a fluffy pancake off his plate and placed it on Free’s. Free’s eyes widened and he started cutting it into bite-sized pieces.

“Free, sic him.”

Everyone cheered at the sound of high-pitched screams as their beloved freak of nature chased Theodore out on all fours.

“Dude, I don’t even wear perfume,” Sasha retorted with her arms crossed. “We all just use the same deodorant.” She looked between Free and Silas. “At least, I hope you two use deodorant. This room smells worse than the aftermath of Valt’s cooking.”

“Who’s this handsome guy?” He asked his reflection with finger guns and a tongue click. He bit his lip. “You are a sexy man, Silas Karlisle.”

“Are you a cat?”

Free bit him.

Yellow. Dandelions, lemons, egg yolks, canaries, corn, Free’s hair, pasta, and more. The warm feeling of sunlight in a flower-filled field. Free’s soft, golden locks that always smelled like the woods. The sour and zesty citrus that, when combined with the right ingredients, made great tea or lemonade. Would a sour boy be able to be friends with normal people? Sometimes it was nice to be friends with such a bitter guy, because he could be sweet in the right conditions.

In many ways, Free was like a lemon, or even a dandelion. He was resilient in the harsh conditions of nature, he was as free as the breeze, and a nuisance to some.

To Silas and most people at BC Sol, the color was associated with either the quiet and carefree blader or the loud, lollipop-obsessed one. Depending on the tone, the color could strike Rantaro’s sunny personality or Free’s radiating power. Every time Free threw out his arm with the same placid expression, it was like he was the vessel of Fafnir’s glowing aura. You could see it in his eyes when he was serious: golden rings around deep brown.

Yellow like sparkles. Like magic. Like how Free was some sort of fictional monster.

Yellow like the roses that symbolize admiration. Silas should get Free a yellow rose.

They say how one’s eyes are the window to their soul. If that was true, Free would be a tinted window. Either he was really a soulless person, or everyone just looked at him the wrong way, because his eyes only showed their true amber color when he was himself. His real self: The passionate and observant teenager with such complex thoughts and feelings. He was one of the strongest and smartest bladers he knew, along with Silas himself.

Silas wondered if Free’s true self could break from the numb prison he put himself in

Everything was silent without the ominous voice of the caller filling Kris’s head like a deep cello reverberating in an orchestra hall. Even the sound of her heartbeat started to fade away with the growing sounds of her thoughts as she formulated her next steps.

Her elbow brushed Free's back. Kris should know Free wasn’t a big fan of physical contact unless it was an emotional or important moment. He glanced over at her as she talked in hushed whispers with Valt. Occasionally, she eyed Free and flashed letters in sign language with her hand that was folded under her elbow, hidden to those who only paid attention to Kris’s serious face. When they were younger, Free and Kris would communicate in sign language, especially when her grandfather was in important meetings and the two had to be quiet. Sometimes they pretended to be spies on a mission to retrieve the ultimate beyblade and they even made their own special hand signs.

The wind whistled past his ear and through his golden hair. He subconsciously worked his way across branches as his mind wandered into a reverie of battles.

He could picture them as clear as the cloudless sky.

Something about the way Silas was watching him with a longing and gentle gaze calmed Free, not that he was stressed or anything. Silas’s whole aura was just serene, even though Free was more known for the eerie, yet comforting silence. How could a boy with icy blue eyes have such a warm presence?

Free’s eyes landed on Silas’s lips again. The feeling he had weeks ago when he first kissed Silas slowly bubbled in his stomach. Valt said it was butterflies. Free did not remember eating any butterflies recently. It was always in the middle of night when Free felt those butterflies dancing in his stomach as he questioned how he felt about Silas.

Free rolled his--

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Silas interrupted him.

Everyone had problems. Everyone dealt with them differently. Free had to accept that maybe being an emotionless person made him less human. If being alive, being human meant happiness with the price of suffering, maybe it was okay to feel bad sometimes. Maybe it was okay to feel the pain screaming in his muscles when he pushed himself so hard in training if it meant he would win a battle and be filled with pride and joy. Maybe it was okay to feel butterflies in his stomach when he kissed Silas if it came with opening up about his deepest thoughts that made his throat tighten. Maybe the small chuckles that escaped his lips during mealtimes from his teammate’s shenanigans were worth the battles and tears they endured over the years. Maybe, slowly, Free could try to feel and be human again instead of a leaf, a thought, drifting over the lakes that flowed with time.

“Don’t lie, I saw you reading yaoi on your computer instead of sending Wakiya the roster yesterday.”

Kris sat with her legs crossed and a steaming cup of tea in her hand. She took a sip and giggled as Silas curled up on the floor with his face covered. “I love my gay children,” she told Free.

“Fine, I’ll start then,” Silas scoffed. He eyed Free’s exposed collarbone for longer than a normal person would. “You… look nice.”

“Socializing 101 With Kris!” Free recalled. “Tips for when you don’t know what to do because I know you have a hard time interacting with people.

When someone compliments you, it is a polite thing to do to compliment them back. Saying “you too,” is the easiest response if you can’t find anything to compliment.”

“You too,” Free said.

“Did Kris do your hair? It looks neater than normal.”

“You too.” Shit. “Fuck.”

“CAN YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT!?” He suddenly bursted. Free leaned back in her chair and gripped the edge of the seat.

“YAOI! YAOI! YAOI! YAOI!” They chanted in response.

“Wait, so the reason Valt was not present was because you guys were leaving the drive-through because your ridiculously long order was going to take a while, but a suspicious white van nearly crashed into you so you hit the brakes and Shu bursted out of the trunk of the van, rolled across the street, got concussed, and fell unconscious so he’s now at the hospital with Valt, who won’t stop crying?” Free asked Kris with a straight face as they walked across the ugly, burgundy carpets of the hotel hallways back to her room. She nodded in response. “Damn.”

“Here’s your order,” the cashier called from the window. “The Petite Pancake, Hamburger, and the Chicken WcNugget Happy Sets. The Bai Cheeseburger, Gohan Chicken Tatsuta Tartar Nanban, Teriyaki WcBurger, a plain hamburger, and a Chicken Tatsuta. Three 15-count chicken nuggets with three fries and two butter fries, and two edamame and corn sides. Three iced teas, two orange juices, a lemonade, a Coke, two waters, and a Sprite.And two Oreo WcFlurries, two Grimace Shakes, a Vanilla Shake, and an apple pie.”

He heard shuffling sounds and felt Free’s hand run down the side of his neck before soft lips pressed against his. He kept his eyes closed and melted into the magic of the rare occasions of Free’s gentle kisses. There was nothing that could possibly interrupt or ruin this moment. Noticing the absence of the pillow Free was just hugging, Silas pulled Free’s body closer. Closer. He wanted to be as close as possible. He loved Free so much. Silas firmly hugged Free where his arms were completely pressed against Silas’s chest as their lips were still connected. Free’s lips were slightly chapped, but had the subtle taste of honey-lemon chapstick. Imperfect, but Silas loved it even more. He was sure Free could feel his heart pounding in his chest. One hand rustled through Free’s shaggy hair while the other was holding the loose fabric of Free’s light yellow shirt. Free’s hand on his chest. Free’s hand on his neck. Free’s hands. His touch. His breath. Him. Free. His kisses were a drug and Silas was hella high now.

His skin was smooth and cool to the touch. Silas felt Free’s shoulder, toned and firm, as they continued to kiss, only pausing to catch their breaths in brief moments. Besides his own breathing and heartbeat in his ears, he could hear Free’s steady breath and a whisper.

“I love you. I really do love you.” And they continued to kiss.

As soon as he admitted to Kris that he had a crush on Silas, it was the only thing that went through his mind. Well, he was good at clearing his mind when it was necessary, but the thought of Silas was thrilling and comforting. It was like the trees in his pond mindscape had started to lose all their leaves. Their leaves being the repressed thoughts he had about his feelings as they now showered down on him with new revelations.

He loved Silas. And Silas loved him too.

How does one describe the sick and choking feeling as if a sac of ink was forcefully shoved down your throat? Gagging and hurling would cause a mess, so you just have to cautiously fight your reflexes to swallow it as it pops in the pit of your stomach. When Free thought of the medication and how it was to “fix” his mind, it just felt like the ink had already made its way to his bloodstream. His mind felt plagued and he knew the meds would be “the cure,” but that wasn’t the case. The pills weren’t magic; they wouldn’t cure him. They wouldn’t “fix” him; they just established there was something wrong in his brain that he had to deal with on his own. How could he explain that to Silas? He was doing better with talking about his feelings… right? Was he really doing better? Stupid feelings. Maybe he shouldn’t feel. That didn’t turn out well last time, though. Bottling up all the emotions he couldn’t understand made everything more confusing when it overflowed.

SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG--

IT TOOK ME AN HOUR TO REREAD AND COPY PASTE OVER--

here's the fic link if anyone wants to actually read it lol

sunday monday snippets

thank you @shadows-aflame for the tag! been going crazy lately so excited to share

here's a snippet from the hiori fic I've been working on. premise is that when he falls from the stairs, he really does break his foot-- and badly. cw for injury and abusive parenting.

The rest of the year passed in the blurry haze of surgeries, painkillers, and physical therapy. After the break, Hiori’s parents withdrew him from school, insisting that he instead be homeschooled in between rounds of physical therapy. They were determined, it seemed, to restore his foot through willpower alone. It hurt. It never stopped hurting, but Hiori knew better than to say so.

The pain was penance, Hiori knew. With every flex of his foot, electric needles shot up his leg as he pleaded for forgiveness. He’s broken his sacred body-- it was by some unknown grace he hadn’t destroyed his family where they stood. The word divorce still rang out in his head when his stretching slowed, urging him onwards, forcing him to give thanks for the second chance he’d been blessed with.

The second he could walk again, his parents drove him three kilometers from his home. Run, walk, or crawl home, they’d said, you will cover the distance. It took him almost an hour; by the time he collapsed on his doorstep, he had to be carried to bed. His foot had started screaming in agony with even the barest touch.

"Oh Yo,” his father said, wiping Hiori’s fat, rolling tears with a coarse thumb. His mother pressed a nutritional supplement into his hand, the compromise for refusing dinner. Their eyes slid from his running nose to his throbbing foot. “Looks like we’ve got plenty of work to do.”

His parents smiled at each other, a rare moment of agreement. Hiori swallowed the supplement along with the pain, and tried not to choke on the bitter taste in his throat.

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moonlightreal · 4 years ago

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Field Guide chapter 6

The chapter on Dragons, Gryphons and Other “Mythological” Animals.

Dragons are the most common mythological creature to ‘kin and the chapter focuses on them. Lupa also mentions gryphons and phoenix

Dragons in Mythology

European dragons, Fafnir, Saint George. Saint Simeon apparently also met one. Eastern dragons, Chinese zodiac, the pearl, Japanese dragons, Indian naga. South American dragons, Quetzalcoatl. Modern mythology, Tolkien, Pern, Dragonheart, Reign of Fire. Spirited Away, D&D, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Mulan. This book was written before Skyrim and Game of Thrones.

Dragonkin

Dragonkin are highly varied. No two dragons answered the survey the same way. Unlike with elves, Lupa has not seen any dragonkin with shared memories. Reincarnation is still the main explanation of origins, but walk-ins also occur.

There is the theory that human mythology was inspired by ancient people’s interacting with magical beings, either here in the physical world or in some other realm. This could have been some connection between our reality and dragon reality. Human attitudes towards dragons are geographical, with Western dragons being bloodthirsty monsters and Eastern dragons wise bringers of good luck. Dragonkin memories may fill in the blanks in the mythology.

Awakening tends to be gradual, but some dragons know of their nature in childhood and recall it later in life.

Some kin have dragon forms that vary from your basic dragon, having fur or feathers or extra wings. Anthropomorphic dragons also exist, whose kin forms walk on two legs but have scales and wings.

Flight is an important aspect of dragon nature, but not all dragons use their wings. Which eastern dragons don’t have, anyway. A dragon named K’hel describes using a ‘gravity lens effect’ to fly by manipulating gravity. He can’t use it in our world of course. A dragon named Teriel said, “we fly without wings because we’re magical.” And said the dragon form was the best way to manifest that magical nature in a physical reality.

Dragons come in many colors, sometimes inherited or caused by the minerals they consume. The two dragons interviewed were both warm-blooded, laid eggs, were 10-35 feet long in dragon form, and expected long lives. Some dragons lived solitary lives in their own realms while others had civilizations. The dragon Tysha was a walk-in sent by the leaders of her people. All dragons reported being intelligent in their dragon forms, none had animal minds.

Dragonkin’s human bodies tend not to resemble their dragon forms, since human bodies don’t usually have scales. Some dragonkin find themselves with fast metabolisms, and naturally high body temperatures. Most are comfortable in their human bodies, but many report feeling phantom limbs and tails. Lupa also reports that all the dragons she knows personally are cat lovers.

Unicorns and Unicornkin

Lupa did not get any survey responses from unicorn kin, though she knows they exist. So all she can do is point to the one website she found on the topic (that was not archived by wayback machine) and talk a bit about unicorns in mythology and popular culture.

The unicorn tapestries, The Last Unicorn, Meredith Ann Pierce’s Firebringer saga (which I also recommend) some Piers Anthony, McCaffrey’s Acorna series.

(she did not mention Coville’s Unicorn Chronicles or Secret of the Unicorn Queen so I can only suspect Lupa doesn’t shop in the children’s section of used bookstores.)

Gryphons and Gryphonkin

From Greek and Middle Eastern mythology gryphons like dragons guard treasure, and lay agate stones instead of eggs. Gryphons are connected to the sun.

Gryphons rarely appear in pop culture, and Lupa only mentions that they appear in Harry potter, Alice in Wonderland, and in the Firebringer saga. She’s mentioned Mercedes Lackey’s gryphons elsewhere in the book.

Only three gryphons answered the survey, and two of them said that gryphon was more like a totem relationship than a full identity.

Phoenix and Phoenixkin

The legend of the phoenix, how it eats spices and builds an altar to burn up and be reborn.

Only one phoenix answered the survey, and another respondent reports more of a totem relationship with the phoenix.

And that’s it for mythological animals! Lupa says there are more, but there aren’t many and they keep quiet.

So at this time there were no mermaid ‘kin, or at least none that were part of the community that Lupa surveyed. H2o Just Add Water came out in 2006 and inspired many mermaid mythicals, so I guess the two communities hadn’t crossed paths at the time.

#otherkin

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moonsglare · 7 months ago

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no thoughts head empty only thinking about how fafnir is stupid tall and bailu is teeny tiny so they can’t really hold hands if bailu wants to drag fafnir around to buy snacks so instead they intertwine tails djdhdjdj accidental parent child duo of all time fr

#sev.screams #archive: fafnir #woah fafnir posting ?? crazy #ive been awake all night and the idea possessed me #non human methods of showing affection i love u <333

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stony-ao3-feed · 3 years ago

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All the Things That Happened Between Us

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by MissionCritical

Steve and Tony haven't done anything but fight since the Civil War ripped them apart, and that's its own kind of wilderness. Worse, Steve is now wandering the Nine Realms with a horse, a sword, no map, and no idea how he got here. So he shouldn't be shocked to see the night sky suddenly ripped apart with lightning and fire ... or to see Tony galloping astride on a barely-marked trail, entirely naked, and being chased toward him by an actual dragon.

Words: 7, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Avengers (Comics), Captain America (Comics), Iron Man (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Fafnir (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Post-Civil War (Marvel), Angst, Battle, Horses, Swords, Mutual Pining, Hurt Tony Stark, Protective Steve Rogers, Fan Edit, Fanart

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#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

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geekwithacuriousmind · 5 years ago

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My final chapter for my #diakko / #persona AU is done! Thank you so much for reading and supporting it! I had a lot of fun writing it :)

Chapter Summary:

After meeting Robin and vowing to see the blonde thief again, Akko unsurprisingly finds herself in trouble when she somehow makes her way into the metaverse.

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“I…” Akko says as she finds herself corned by the same strange creatures that had attacked her a couple of days ago. “I think I messed up again.”

After vowing to discover the true identity of Robin, Akko had done all she could to enter that strange world. From staying late at school to passing through the same route every day; nothing the brunette had done worked.

In fact, she was very close to just giving up, choosing to believe that the encounter she had with Robin had been nothing more than an incredible dream.

And then she had found herself transported to this version of her school.

Of course, she had been elated when she had realized that she was no longer in her own world. And, trying to be as careful as she could, she had gone inside the school in hopes of finding Robin in there.

But, typical to her streak of bad luck, Akko had instead run into a battalion of creatures that had immediately transformed into monsters and cornered her.

“But this didn’t happen last time!” she complains as she jumps away from one of the monsters, avoiding its claws at the last second.

“The monsters are on high alert because I sent that letter to Fafnir in our world.” Akko hears Robin say from above her and watches the woman use her Persona, as she had called her last time, to get rid of the monsters surrounding her. “Because he’s aware of my intentions, his shadow self will do all it can to stop me from stealing his treasure.” she gets down and stands in front of Akko, giving her a look over to confirm she wasn’t injured.

#diakko #Little Witch Academia #diana and akko #diana cavendish #akko kagari #Persona 5 au #Phantom Thief Diana #Inspired on art #fanfic #chapter update

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azebraslife · 6 years ago

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GBF Dragon Knights Timeline (October 2019)

Fire Siegfried’s second fate episode finally gives us a bit more timeframe reference for us to work off. (Whether it makes sense... well, that’s a totally different issue.)

According to it, Siegfried joined the Royal Knights of Feendrache about 10 years ago, putting him at about 22 years old at the time. This gives us three general time periods to frame the Knights events and their lore in: 20 years ago, 10 years ago, and the present. I’ve added a marker for 5 years ago just to split the section for 10 years ago from the gigantic mess it would otherwise be.

I’ve attempted to put the events in chronological order, from most distant to most recent, incorporating what we know about Feendrache, Wales, and Dalmore. Some events’ place on the timeline are inferred or are my assumption; I’ve put as much of my reasoning for their positions as I can.

Completely Unknown

Kingdom near Feendrache becomes the Kingdom of Wales.

As per the Field Note about the House of Wales, they were originally a prominent family within the kingdom. At some point they became its rulers and named it after their house.

Josef takes the throne.

First War in Burgundy after Josef’s ascension.

Isabella becomes the royal consul and brings Sylph, marking Feendrache’s rise in fame and prosperity.

In SIEGFRIED, she is only mentioned once, during Percival and Lancelot’s ascension to co-deputies. This suggests that she only joined some while after Fafnir was slain, and perhaps after Gunther and Kriemhild moved to Burgundy. However, this is not verified.

High Priest Peter of the Zeyen faith (Sophia’s grandfather) becomes acquainted with Carl (and presumably Josef).

>500 Years Ago

Sylph was created by an Astral mourning the skyfarer he loved, who died to illness, and built her in the skyfarer’s likeness. Because she wasn’t a replacement for her, though, he abandoned Sylph on the land that would become Feendrache. (How far in the past this was and whether Sylph participated in the War are unknown. Given Sylph’s childlike mentality, we can assume she has a limiter on her and was created after the fallen angel rebellion.)

Before 20 Years Ago

36~39 years ago (from Present): Hagen is born.

Design notes in Graphic Archive III say he’s in his late 30s in the present.

32 years ago: Aglovale and Siegfried are born.

30+ years ago: Florence (Gawain’s sister) is born.

29 years ago: Gawain is born.

28~31 years ago: Lamorak is born.

27 years ago: Percival and Lancelot are born.

25 years ago: Vane is born.

Around 20 Years Ago

War near Wales drives refugees into its borders, causing the country to destabilize over tensions with refugees. (Unknown if this is the same as the First War in Burgundy.)

Herzeloyde is killed when her carriage is attacked by refugees-turned-bandits. Aglovale, Lamorak, and Percival are witnesses to her death.

Ghamuret begins (or continues?) research into forbidden magic and Otherworldly Beings after Herzeloyde’s death.

Field note for Forbidden Magic indicates that the House of Wales has been researching Otherworldly Magic for several generations, building off research conducted throughout the island for a time.

19 years ago: Sophia is born. (She has little direct relation to the island but she showed up in DO. Good enough for me.)

Hagen, Gunther, and Kriemhild come into service of King Josef. (Unknown points in time, but some time before they meet Siegfried).

13 years ago: Arthur and Mordred are born. (Presumably this means Cruz, Henry, and Tornelio were also born that year.)

11~13 years ago: War breaks out on the island, orphaning Arthur and Mordred. (Another possible point for the First War in Burgundy, since Art/Mord’s orphanage is around there.)

Around 10 Years Ago

Siegfried saves Josef and his entourage from monsters, and is recruited into the Royal Knights.

The Fafnir suppression force successfully defeats Fafnir and seals it away, despite Hagen’s sabotage attempt.

Hagen is exiled from Feendrache, the Royal Knights are reformed into the Order of the Black Dragons, and Siegfried takes Gunther’s place as Captain. Siegfried helps Gunther and Kriemhild hook up, completely oblivious to her crush on him.

Gunther and Kriemhild marry and decide to retire to Burgundy territory after Kriemhild conceives a child.

Gawain rises as the hero of Dalmore, convincing Wales to create a peace treaty out of fear of his power. However, he grows cruel and self-absorbed, and is eventually banished from Dalmore after being cursed by Florence.

Around 5 Years Ago

Note: There is no strict timeline given between Gunther’s departure and the Second War in Burgundy. A lot of this is just assumption since we’re given the impression that quite a bit of time has passed.

Lancelot and Percival join the Black Dragon Knights, under Siegfried’s direct instruction. Vane also joins at an unknown point between then and the Second War in Burgundy.

5 years ago: Flashback in Souken no Kizuna manga where Siegfried defends Lancelot and Vane from some meddling senators occurs. No idea where it is in relation to the Second War.

Second War in Burgundy breaks out on the same day Lancelot and Percival are appointed as co-vice-captains. A rebel faction tries to split from Feendrache because they don’t recognize Josef as the successor.

The rebellion is suppressed, but Kriemhild and her son, Licht, are slain.

Ghamuret dies, leaving Aglovale to inherit the Kingdom of Wales. Percival returns to Wales for the funeral. It is the last time the two brothers will meet before the events of “Between Frost and Flame”. (Lamorak left at an unknown point, but it seems he became famous after departing from Wales.)

Josef and Siegfried are informed of a mysterious illness spreading in a rural village, and Siegfried is sent to investigate. He discovers that Sylph’s production of alma creates a toxic substance called karmide.

Any move to halt the production of alma is cut short when Isabella assassinates Josef and frames Siegfried, forcing him to flee the capital a criminal.

King Carl takes the throne, the Black Dragons are reorganized as the Order of the White Dragons with Lancelot as captain. Percival and the dragon researcher-doctor in service to Josef leave the island.

Present

1 year and 2 months ago: Royal Doctor Boris is assassinated by Isabella for working with Siegfried to expose her. Siegfried manages to save his research into karmide.

Event: Defender’s Oath occurs.

The crew meets Percival during their travels and, after learning his relation to Feendrache, convince him to pay a visit.

Event: Four Knights of a Fallen Land occurs.

Lancelot’s FLB is released.

Siegfried’s FLB is released.

Gawain’s FLB is released.

Event: Between Frost and Flame occurs.

Percival’s FLB is released.

Event: Divergent Knighthoods occurs.

Event: SIEGFRIED occurs. (We don’t talk about Bistro Feendrache around here.)

#gbf #granblue fantasy #siegfried #lancelot #percival #vane #gawain #aglovale #lamorak #meta #rambles

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draconesmundi · 6 years ago

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Book Review: Dragonlore by Ash DeKirk

Dragonlore is a guide to dragons of the world, including dragons from mythology, from video games, from literature, and from films. DeKirk has a BA in anthropology, and demonstrates her level of research well by presenting a thorough investigation into dragons from different cultures. A lot of books on dragon lore will focus chiefly on European and East Asian dragons, with little focus on other regions, but this book relishes a chance to flex on the author’s knowledge on mythology. This book was my first introduction to North American dragons, for example (things like Meshkenabec, Gaasyendietha, Haietlik, etc.). If you’re interested in dragons outside East Asia and Europe, this is the book for you!

This book is very full of information, and split into four sections: Dragons of The World is first geographically, then alphabetically. For example, the Africa sub-chapter has entries on dragons from Aido Hwedo through to Wadjet. There are roughly 20 dragons for each geographic region (China, Japan, Middle East, the rest of Asia, Europe, North America, Meso America, South America, Africa and Oceania) and each dragon is given a sentence or two of information.

The next section is Dragon Myths of the World, a series of short stories, each a paragraph or two long, about dragons. Stories about Emperor Yu, the Pai Lung, the Lambton Worm, Seigfried and Fafnir etc. (25 legends in total). Some of these stories are missing details; for example, ‘The Koshi Dragon’ does not mention the dragon is sometimes named ‘Yamata no Orochi’, despite the ‘dragons of Japan’ chapter mentioning the ‘yamata dragons’.

The third section is titled ‘Dragons of the Modern Realm’, encapsulating dragons from literature, film and games. DeKirk has a good grasp on dragons from popular culture and media, and this is one of the few books I have read that delves into modern dragons. However, the author definitely talks more about her favourite games and books rather than talking about the most influential dragon media.

For example, if I were to list the dragon books people talk most about, which shape opinions of dragons in the modern world (keeping to books from before 2006, when Dragonlore was published), Dragonriders of Pern, Temeraire, The Hobbit, Eragon, How to Train Your Dragon (although the film that made it popular outside the UK didn’t come until 2010 so an omission of this book is fine), Dragonology, The Neverending Story and the Earthsea books come to mind. I have not read most books on dragons, but I know which ones are famous and well known. DeKirk’s choice does include The Hobbit, and Dragonriders of Pern, but also many books which I have not heard of, and a few that I have heard of but also know to be obscure (The dragon knight series by Gordon R Dickson, for example). So her list of books is not necessarily the ‘list of best and most well known books of dragons’, but a list of books that she personally recommends the reader – which is great when you’re looking for what to read next!

Curious side note – DeKirk does not mention the Neverending Story book, but in her description of the film she describes Falkor as having pearly white scales and ruby red eyes – features of the book dragon moreso than the fluffy puppet with brown eyes seen in the film.

DeKirk is clearly a huge Yu-Gi-Oh fan, and Final Fantasy fan, and in the mythology chapters she will link the mythology to the games, which is an interesting way to link history to the modern world, and provides the reader with a knowledge of the origin stories behind these game characters.

If you want to know about dragons and dragonlike creatures in Dungeons and Dragons, Dragonlore has you covered, as the book delves not only into vanilla D&D Dragons, but also dragons in the Dragonlance, Rifts and Forgotten Realms settings.

There is a small section of original fiction in this chapter; the first part of a high fantasy novel, a few poems, and a short story about a dragon that makes nice dreams for people. The high fantasy story is of note because the worldbuilding for this story is very heavy (a mix of Netflix’s The Dragon Prince and Alison Goodman’s Eon: Dragoneye; probably predating both of these works, but it’s set in a kingdom of elflike people waring with humans, and some are spiritually linked to magical dragons) and some of it was missing from the original fiction chapter because it had been placed in the mythology of Southern Asia.

Alongside the Makara and the Naga, the editors or author saw fit to drop ‘The Seven’ and give a quick description of 7 dragon gods from this original fiction in the ‘Dragons from Asia’ chapter. The dragons on the cover of the book are also from this fiction story: a lot of importance is placed on this work. In ‘Dragon Myths of the World’, as well as retelling real world stories, the author drops in a poem based on the lore of the story. I personally did not like the way they mixed this fictional story with mythology and history of real world cultures – the story itself I won’t assess as these reviews are for how useful books can be for researching dragons.

The final chapter is ‘Dragons in the Natural World’ is of course the chapter I will be most nit-picky about in this review. Many of the animals mentioned are erroneously called ‘lizards’ – this is down to a creative choice from the writer to try and describe what the animal’s name means. For example, DeKirk calls Kentrosaurus a spiked lizard, pterosaurs flying lizards, Albertasaurus a lizard from Alberta, etc. Even with modern animals, the American alligator and Nile crocodile are classed as lizards!

The phrasing of the natural history chapter of this book is poor, and there are many typos or non-scientific uses of names – generic names with lower case letters, specific names with upper case letters and weird attempts to make plural versions of generic names. These latter mistakes are entirely forgivable given that Dragonlore is not meant to be a science textbook, but if you have a background in biology brace yourself before reading this chapter! Furthermore, the slightly arbitrary sorting of prehistoric animals into ‘drakes’ and ‘dragons’ is a little irksome to me, but it helps divide the chapter into neater chunks.

Final notes, the illustrations: the book has some gorgeous high-fantasy illustrations by Ian Daniels and Erif Thunan, but also seems to take some images from history. These images are likely in the public domain, but I still wish they would add sources to such things. Some of the images seem misplaced, for example the ‘ancient drake’ image (a retrosaur illustration) and the ‘ancient wyvern’ image (a pterosaur) are found in next to chapters about the Final Fantasy video games and the Harry Potter books respectively, and not anywhere near the chapter about dragons in the fossil record. This is a bizarre place to put these images.

This book is a great resource for learning more about world mythology, especially mythology of North, Meso and South America. It also aims to be a complete and well-rounded dragon book, talking about dragons in popular media and science, which makes it a satisfying read overall. Once you’ve read Dragonlore, you feel like you’ve explored dragons in culture thoroughly.

This book was also written by an official wizard school: https://www.gswhandbook.com/

Book Depository: https://www.bookdepository.com/Dragonlore-Ash-Dekirk/9781564148681 (£12)

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Dragonlore-Archives-Grey-School-Wizardry-ebook/dp/B07J16VXS1 (paperback £3, kindle £14)

(the Dragon Jewels story in the book is said to be on fictionpress, but I have not found it – the pen name was Sanzo Sochisama according to the book)

#Dragon books #Book Reviews #Ash DeKirk #Dragonlore #Ash LeopardDancer DeKirk #Grey Wizards School #The Grey School of Wizardry #I had a lot of thoughts on this book it's a longish review #also my copy has white paint on it because I am a fool

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