#c: tiny dragon

[gikairan]

I'm slowly re-reading Tevinter Nights before Veilguard and so far I've noted these as Things Of Interest:

Possibly a human mage living with a band of Dalish in Arlathan Forest

Ghilan'nains Horrible Pools Of Creature Fusion (x 11)

Whatever the hell the Cekorax is. A weird bulb and tentacle creature, of unknown origin, that collected heads. Where did it come from? Why? Who knows!

& There is someone slightly possessed with a hunger demon that's waiting for an opportune moment to do Real Possession (turn someone into a werewolf) and that person is either:

A) a kid in a Nowhere Village

Or more likely B) a grey warden, that the demon was actively targeting, who was on their way to Weissaupt :)c

[tinyfandomknight]

Out of Character | Snotlout Jorgenson

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x Reader Summary: Snotlout's not used to mushy feelings -- but you, his most unlikely match, drown him in them. Themes & Warnings: Snoutlout is his own warning, yearning, Jealous!Snotlout, fluff!

Since you were a baby, you'd made your father proud.

You were just a tiny little one, left on the doorstep of Gobber’s blacksmithing shop. Wrapped in a bear pelt, silently staring up at him with big, curious e/c eyes -- like you were daring the world to challenge you even then. Gobber, surprisingly gentle with babies despite the rough edges and missing limbs, had scooped you up with a gruff laugh and decided on the spot: you were his. No questions asked.

You grew up with soot-streaked cheeks, calloused palms, and the clang of hammers as your lullaby. Gobber taught you everything he knew: how to mold metal, fix a saddle, and keep your heart soft even when your hands were strong. He raised you like a Viking, but he let you be kind. And when you showed your worth in dragon training, no one dared question how a blacksmith’s foundling could outmatch half the village.

When you reached the age of fifteen, you started dragon training. You were surprisingly different from your father at that time -- clean, organized, and deadly.

Where Gobber was chaotic, you were calm. Where he bellowed, you spoke with measured words. You didn’t need to shout to be heard, your actions did the talking. In the training ring, you moved like you’d been born to it: precise, quiet, efficient. You didn’t rely on brute strength. You thought before you struck. And when you did strike, it landed.

By the time the first week of training had ended, you’d already impressed Hiccup and irritated Snotlout beyond reason.

“Who even are you?” he barked one day, panting, sweaty, and scowling as he watched you perfectly disarm a Gronckle in under ten seconds.

“Just someone who sharpens her weapons before training,” you said lightly, not even sparing him a full glance.

He scoffed. “Must be nice having a blacksmith for a dad.”

That got your attention. You turned, eyes narrowed, not angry, just sharp. Controlled.

“It is nice,” you said, voice even. “You should try appreciating your father sometime.”

Snotlout went red at that, clearly not expecting a comeback so calm, so devastating. It wasn’t that you were cruel. You just didn’t entertain nonsense. And that confused him more than anything.

Because Snotlout Jorgenson could handle yelling. He could handle sarcasm, challenges, even dragons breathing down his neck.

But you? You were terrifying in a whole new way.

You didn’t chase attention. You didn’t puff your chest. You didn’t care if people were impressed by you. You were so unlike him -- so unlike anyone he’d ever bothered to pay attention to.

As time passed, you got closer with Hiccup.

He became your best friend. You lead him through the training, sparing him the biting remarks from the other students, and you often hung out outside of training too.

But when he discovered that dragons weren't all bad through his secret pet, you'd called him crazy for a moment. Until you met Toothless.

Maybe it was because you trusted Hiccup. Maybe it was because you needed to see the madness to believe it. Or maybe, somewhere deep down, you were hoping he was right -- that the world was bigger and better than you'd been raised to believe.

You didn’t breathe the first time you laid eyes on Toothless.

He was curled like a sleeping cat, wide eyes tracking your every move, tail twitching with a wariness that matched your own. His scales shimmered in the dappled forest light, his wings tucked in like he was trying to make himself smaller.

And you knew, instantly, that you weren’t looking at a monster.

You were looking at a creature who had been hurt. Hunted. Hiccup’s trembling hand reached out, and Toothless leaned into the touch.

That was the moment your world shifted.

And then, everyone's did.

The day Berk learned that dragons were not their enemies was the day everything shifted. And you were there through it all, fighting beside Hiccup when the old ways collapsed, standing firm against the doubt of elders, defending the very beasts that once haunted your village's nightmares.

Years passed. The war was over. Dragons flew free, and the people of Berk had adapted.

You had, too.

Now, you soared through the sky like you’d been born with wings. A blur of grace and steel, high above the forest, your dragon Blight roaring beneath you. He was a Timberjack -- wild and razor-edged, with wings like blades and a voice that could split the sky. You’d named him after the illness that stripped bark and rot from trees -- not because he was a disease, but because he left nothing untouched in his path.

Much like you.

It was peaceful work, harvesting timber from the outskirts of the woods per Gobber’s request. He needed handles for axes, staves for spears, and who better to do the dangerous tree-cutting than the girl who practically danced with danger?

And so many years later, you still pissed Snotlout off.

Not in the usual way people irritated him with whining or bragging or breathing too loud.

No, you pissed him off in the way that made his jaw tighten and his thoughts get scrambled. In the way that had him flying out to the edge of the woods like he had any reason to be there, just so he could catch a glimpse of you slicing through the sky like you owned the air.

And of course, you did.

You always looked so damn effortless.

No matter how effortlessly you flew through the air, your hair always stayed in its neat, intricate braid. You were usually covered in soot and grease, but your nails were always clean and when you washed it off, your face remained clear with a few scars from your old dragon training days. You weren't ever loud or boisterous like he was, but you somehow commanded the world's attention anyways.

He hated it. Or he tried to convince himself he did.

You weren’t dainty. You weren’t trying to be anyone’s fantasy.

And maybe that’s why you were his.

Because Snotlout had spent his whole life being loud. Flashy. Always trying to prove something -- to his father, to the village, to himself. He'd carved out his place in Berk by sheer force of personality. By shouting until someone listened. By throwing his weight around and demanding attention.

You never had to do any of that. You just were.

Quiet, competent, calm and maddeningly brilliant at everything. You were the kind of person who walked into a room and made people shut up. The kind of girl who could spar, forge, command a dragon, and still roll her eyes when Snotlout flexed.

And Thor help him, he wanted you to look.

Not the way you looked at Hiccup, or Fishlegs, or even Gobber -- with patience and friendship and understanding.

He wanted the look you gave Blight when you were proud of him. When he did something right and you whispered something soft under your breath that made the dragon puff up with pride.

He wanted that.

He wanted you to see him, really see him, not the idiot who cracked jokes or puffed his chest or ran his mouth. But the part he rarely showed anyone: the one who tried hard, who felt too much, who just wanted to matter.

And worst of all?

He knew you already did see that part of him in glimpses. Quick flashes. Like the time you caught him gently wrapping a wing splint on a hatchling. Or when you stood beside him during a dragon attack without needing to say a word. Or when you casually handed him a perfectly sharpened axe after he’d been struggling to fix his own for hours.

You never rubbed it in. Never made him feel smaller. But you didn’t coddle him either.

You just existed. In his world. On the edges of his thoughts, in the pit of his chest, and deep in the marrow of every stupid decision he made to try and impress you.

And now here he was again, standing in a forest you’d already claimed as your own, watching you steer Blight into another flawless landing, wind sweeping your braid over your shoulder, soot trailing along your cheekbone like a badge.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, before he could stop himself.

Hookfang grunted beside him in agreement.

Snotlout blinked. “Shut up.”

The dragon made another soft grunting sound, like he was laughing at Snotlout, or maybe judging him, and nudged him gently with his huge snout.

“Seriously?” Snotlout hissed, swatting uselessly at his dragon like he could bat away the truth. “I didn’t mean it like that. It was a -- it was a reflex. A stupid one. Just… shut up, alright?”

Hookfang blinked at him slowly, unamused. Another low rumble vibrated from his chest, as if to say, You keep lying to yourself, bud. I’ve got time.

Snotlout crossed his arms, turning back to the clearing, jaw clenched. But you were already off Blight’s saddle, tying him off to a tree with practiced ease. Your dragon flicked his bladed wings once, letting out a huff before settling down -- completely relaxed, because you were. Snotlout felt a tug in his gut watching the bond, that unspoken trust between you and the beast.

You were humming. Barely. Just under your breath.

He hated that he noticed that, too.

And then, as if the gods weren’t already cruel enough, you turned. Locked eyes with him across the space like you knew he’d been staring. You didn’t smile. Not at first. You just watched him, quiet, composed, unreadable as ever, and Snotlout’s brain completely short-circuited.

You tilted your head slightly. “You here for a reason, or are you just stalking me again?”

Again. That word knocked the breath out of him.

“Pfft, no,” he said too quickly, voice cracking halfway. “I-- patrol. This is, you know… enemy territory.”

You raised a brow. “The Berkian forest?”

“Could’ve been raiders.”

“Could’ve been trees, which you nearly walked into because you were staring so hard.”

Snotlout flushed scarlet. Hookfang snorted.

You started walking toward him, braid swinging against your back, fingers brushing soot off your tunic like you had all the time in the world. Every step you took made his stomach twist tighter.

“I’ve seen you flying out here more than usual,” you said. “Following me.”

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Your voice lowered a fraction, softer now. “Why?”

Because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Because your laugh haunted his sleep. Because you weren’t scared of him, not the puffed-up version, not the insecure one underneath. Because when you looked at him like this, calm and curious and just a little too close, he forgot how to breathe.

But all he said was: “Dunno.”

You gave him a look that felt like it could cut through armor.

Then, softly, teasing, “Want to help me bring the wood back for my dad? I'm not gonna make Blight do it. He's tired today and he always does it.”

Blight purred beside you, lifting his head to you. You cooed, scratching his scales gently.

“I know, Blighty boy. This is your break.”

You scratched gently along the sensitive part of his jaw, and Blight let out a huff of air, satisfied, curling his bladed wings in a relaxed posture. It was a kind of tenderness Snotlout didn’t think you ever let anyone else see. Not Hiccup. Not the other riders. Maybe Gobber, if he was lucky.

And suddenly, Snotlout felt kind of honored. And kind of jealous.

He cleared his throat, voice jumping slightly. “You name a dragon Blight, and then baby-talk him like he’s a newborn sheep. That doesn’t mess with his ego or anything?”

You glanced over your shoulder, unbothered. “He can slice through a tree in one flap. I think his ego can survive a little affection.”

He cleared his throat. “Anyways, carrying wood with you? Alone?”

Your smile turned dangerous. “Unless you’re scared of a little work. Too heavy for you?”

“Me?” he scoffed, straightening his back like you’d just challenged his honor. “Never.”

“Good,” you said, already turning your back to him. “Then grab the straps. The load’s heavier than it looks.”

You didn’t wait for him, didn’t watch to see if he struggled because of course you knew he’d follow. You always knew. And gods, it made him want to scream. Or kiss you. Or maybe both.

He hurried after you, grumbling under his breath about stupid trees and stupid dragons and stupid girls with perfect braids and sharp tongues.

Hookfang stayed behind, lying down next to Blight like they’d already formed some dragon bro pact of mockery. Snotlout glanced back at them, narrowing his eyes.

"Traitors."

You were already hauling two large bundles of freshly cut wood toward your makeshift loading sled. Blight had stacked the timber cleanly in rows with his wings, and you moved like someone who’d done this a hundred times -- smooth, efficient, no-nonsense.

“Thought this was supposed to be the part where we bond,” Snotlout muttered as he picked up the harnessed end of the sled and gave a grunt.

You threw him a dry look over your shoulder. “This is bonding. You want me to hold your hand too?”

He nearly choked on air. “I mean-- I wouldn’t hate that.”

You rolled your eyes, but a faint smile tugged at your mouth.

And that was all the encouragement he needed to keep talking.

“You know,” he started, dragging the sled effortlessly, “most people flirt with me. Like, a lot. All the time, actually. It’s kind of exhausting.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Poor thing.”

“I mean, not that I blame them. I’m pretty great. Brave. Muscular. The best dragon rider Berk’s ever seen--”

“The modesty’s what really gets me,” you cut in.

He narrowed his eyes at the back of your head, then smirked. “So you have been paying attention.”

You paused, adjusting the straps around your shoulders, and glanced at him, really looked at him, a strange expression in your eyes. Something unreadable. Something soft, almost.

“Of course I’ve been paying attention,” you said simply. “You're just too loud to sneak past unnoticed.”

His breath caught, not because of your words, but because of how you said them. Casual. Easy. Like it was just a fact. Like he was a fact. Something permanent in your life.

And for a second, he forgot how to breathe again.

Then you turned back around and kept walking.

“Coming, oh great dragon-riding muscle god?”

He snapped out of it with a sputter. “I-- yeah. Obviously.”

As the two of you disappeared into the trees, the sound of wood dragging behind and the rustle of branches above, Snotlout let the quiet stretch for once. Just for a moment. The breeze shifted, and he caught a whiff of smoke and pine and something that was just you.

And it hit him, terrifying and thrilling all at once.

He was in love with you.

And he was so screwed.

He was used to little crushes. In fact, he used to stare at any girl that walked by. He'd had a huge crush on Astrid back in the day, Ruffnut somehow too, but now? No one else was even worth a glance to him, no matter how infuriating you were.

But it wasn't the same for you. You didn't only look at him. And that bothered him.

Now, you sat in the Great Hall next to Hiccup, laughing at something he’d said, face lit up by the torchlight and framed by your freshly unbraided hair. It tumbled over your shoulder in soft waves, streaked faintly with soot still, but he’d never seen anything more unfair in his entire life. How could someone look like a warrior, a blacksmith’s daughter, a dragon-riding menace and a goddess all at once?

It should’ve been illegal.

Snotlout sat across the hall, glaring into his mug like it had personally offended him. Ruffnut and Tuffnut were arguing over something stupid beside him, goat racing, probably, Astrid sat reading quietly, and Fishlegs was rambling to someone who wasn’t listening, but Snotlout didn’t hear a word.

Because Hiccup leaned closer to you, and you leaned back in that easy, relaxed way you only ever gave to a few people. He watched you nudge him playfully with your elbow, and something snapped.

He slammed his mug down. “I’m gonna kill him.”

Hookfang, curled up near the back wall, cracked open one eye.

Tuffnut leaned over. “Who? Fishlegs?”

“No, Hiccup,” Snotlout hissed.

Tuffnut raised a brow. “Dude, he’s been your cousin since birth.”

“That just means it’ll be easier to explain to the elders,” he muttered.

Because Hiccup got that laugh from you. That rare, nose-crinkling laugh that made your whole face glow. The one Snotlout ached to be the cause of. And maybe he was being dramatic. Okay, he was being dramatic. But how could he not be?

He didn’t do soft feelings. Didn’t know how to be soft without tripping over himself. And you, you were gentle in a way that wasn’t weakness. You were quiet power. Calm confidence. And Snotlout? He was loud chaos. Fire and ego and swinging too hard in every direction. You shouldn’t fit. But gods, he wanted to try.

The hall grew louder as dinner was served. Mead spilled. Fishlegs accidentally got a turkey leg launched at his head. Gobber bellowed a laugh from the far end of the table.

And all Snotlout could think about was how your shoulder touched Hiccup’s for a second too long.

He stood abruptly.

Ruffnut blinked. “Where’re you going?”

“To do something stupid,” he grumbled, already moving.

You looked up as he approached, brow raised in mild surprise. Hiccup glanced up too, smiling in greeting but Snotlout wasn't in the mood for being cordial.

“You,” he said, stabbing a finger at Hiccup. “Come outside.”

Hiccup blinked, brows shooting up in surprise. “Uh... hi to you too?”

You didn’t say anything at first, but you did give Snotlout a look. Calm. Curious. Barely amused. Like you already knew exactly what this was about.

Snotlout didn’t even look at you. Couldn’t. If he did, he might do something dumb like say what he meant. And Thor knew he wasn’t ready for that kind of stupidity.

Hiccup, ever the peacemaker, held up his hands. “Look, if this is about the new tail design for Hookfang, I told Fishlegs I’d--”

“It’s not about Hookfang,” Snotlout bit out, jerking his head toward the doors. “It’s about something else.”

Your brow arched a little higher, but you stayed quiet, lips twitching just slightly.

Hiccup hesitated. “You want to… talk about--”

“Yes,” Snotlout snapped, already regretting this entire interaction. “Outside. Now. Before I say something really stupid in front of her.”

That caught your attention. You tilted your head slightly, clearly intrigued now, watching with interest as Hiccup stood awkwardly, glancing between the two of you.

“I’ll… be right back,” he said slowly, still trying to make sense of it all, and followed Snotlout out into the cool evening air.

The moment the door shut behind them, Snotlout spun around, jabbing a finger at Hiccup’s chest.

“Back off.”

Hiccup blinked. “Back off what?”

“You know what,” Snotlout hissed. “Her. You sit next to her. You smile at her. You look at her like you’ve got some shared secret, and I don’t like it.”

There was a long pause.

Then Hiccup said, “You dragged me out here to tell me to stop being friends with someone I’ve known for years?”

Snotlout scowled. “No! Yes. Maybe. I don’t know, alright? I’m not good at this... feelings thing. But I’m good at spotting competition, and if you are even thinking about--”

“I’m not,” Hiccup said, firmly but gently. “She’s my friend. That’s it.”

Snotlout stared at him, suspicious. “You’re sure?”

“Yes,” Hiccup repeated, a small smile pulling at his lips. “Though, if you’re serious about her, maybe you should tell her all this. Instead of threatening me like a territorial yak.”

Snotlout grimaced. “I don’t know how.”

“Well,” Hiccup said, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “start by not stabbing your friends with your finger in public. Then maybe try talking to her like she’s not gonna gut you.”

“She might gut me.”

“Only if you deserve it.”

Snotlout sighed heavily, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I hate this. I hate her. I mean I don’t. I mean I do. Ugh, you know what I mean.”

Hiccup nodded, half-laughing now. “Yeah, I really do.”

Inside, you sat still, watching the door with a knowing expression. Because if there was one thing you’d always known about Snotlout Jorgenson -- it was that he felt everything loud. And when he finally figured out why he felt it?

He was screwed. Royally.

The sun had dipped low by the time he found you again, casting the village in warm, golden light that made everything feel softer. Less threatening. Even the usual chaos of dragon wings overhead seemed quieter, like the whole world had taken a breath and was holding it just for this moment.

You were sitting near the edge of the cove, where the grass met the rocky path down to the water. Your dragon was curled nearby, dozing peacefully, and you were picking at a wildflower with idle fingers, lost in thought.

Snotlout stopped a few paces back. Just... watched you.

He hated how you made him feel like this. Like his chest was too full. Like words piled up in his throat, and none of them were good enough for you. You could throw axes better than anyone he knew. You didn’t take his crap. And sometimes, like now, when you were quiet and still and not yelling at him or teasing him—he found it hard to breathe.

He cleared his throat.

You didn’t jump. Just turned your head slowly, eyes lifting to meet his. Calm. A little curious.

“I’m not here to say something stupid,” he said quickly. Then paused. “I mean, probably. But I’m trying not to.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s new.”

“Hey,” he huffed, then stuffed his hands in his pockets, pacing forward until he stood a few feet from you. “Look. Earlier… with Hiccup… I wasn’t mad at him. Not really.”

“I know,” you said simply, setting the flower down beside you. “You were mad at yourself.”

That made him blink. “How’d you…?”

You shrugged, like it wasn’t worth explaining. “Because you never know what to do when you’re not punching something.”

“…Yeah. That’s fair.” He blew out a breath, then dropped down to sit beside you, not too close, but not far either. “I listened to him. Like he said I should.”

You tilted your head. “And?”

“And he told me to talk to you. Like I’m not an idiot.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “He thinks highly of you.”

“He’s delusional.” He glanced sideways at you, jaw tight. “But he’s right about one thing. I gotta stop acting like an axe-headed moron and just say it.”

You looked at him. Waiting. Patient. Like you knew how much effort this cost him.

“I like you,” Snotlout said quietly. “Not in the weird 'Snotlout way' people joke about. Not because I think you look good in armor, though you do, obviously. But like… when you’re not around, everything feels loud. And when you are around, it’s worse, but it’s a better kind of loud. And I think about you. All the time. Even when I don’t want to. Even when you’re yelling at me. Especially then.”

You stared at him, quiet for a beat.

Then, softly, you asked, “So… what do you want?”

He hesitated. Then turned to you fully.

“I want a chance. I want to try. I want you to know I’m serious. And if you’re gonna gut me for this, fine. Just make it fast.”

You let out a soft laugh, surprised, warm, a little breathless. “You’re an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But I’m your idiot. If you want me.”

There was a long pause before you reached out, tugging the edge of his sleeve, your fingers brushing his wrist.

“I always did,” you said.

Snotlout blinked. Then grinned. A little wild. A little awed. “Really?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Don’t make me say it again, Jorgenson.”

He didn’t. He just reached for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world -- and when you let him hold it, everything in him quieted.

For once.

And he thought maybe this was what Hiccup meant.

Your fingers were still tangled with his, the silence between you stretching -- but this time, it wasn’t awkward. It wasn’t tense or confused. It was warm. Easy. The kind of quiet that hummed with something new and good and just beginning.

Snotlout stared down at your hands for a moment, as if grounding himself, then looked up at you again. His grin had faded into something softer now -- still him, still smug in a way only he could manage -- but gentler at the edges. A little unsure, a little hopeful.

“Can I--?” he asked, voice low, almost husky. “I mean, should I--?”

You didn’t let him finish.

You leaned in first.

It was simple, the kiss. No dramatic sweep of arms, no crash of firelight or clatter of armor. Just the soft brush of your lips over his. A hesitant meeting. A testing of new ground. He froze for a half-second, like his brain had short-circuited -- and then he kissed you back, just as gently.

His hand came up to cradle your cheek, rough palm warm against your skin, surprisingly tender. He didn’t rush it. Didn’t deepen it. Just held it there, like a moment he didn’t want to break.

When you finally pulled back, your noses were nearly touching, his breath fanning against your skin.

“Wow,” he whispered. “So… this is happening?”

You smiled, eyes shining. “Looks like it.”

After that, it was easy.

Snotlout was still Snotlout -- loud, smug, obnoxiously confident -- but softer. Around you, he eased the weight you carried, always finding ways to protect you, to cherish you. He’d sharpen your blades without being asked. He’d scowl at you if you skipped meals. He still bragged, but now it was about how lucky he was.

And yes, he was still a little territorial. Still kind of an idiot. But now he was your idiot.

Which is how you found yourself sitting beside him in the Great Hall a few nights later, sharing stew and laughter while the rest of the gang shouted over each other across the long table. You were tucked under his arm, his hand playing idly with your braid like he couldn’t help himself.

That’s when Tuffnut plopped down across from you, a wicked grin on his face.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Berk’s most terrifying blacksmith angel,” he said, giving you a dramatic wink. “Tell me -- are you into slightly unhinged men with questionable hygiene and a flair for goat impressions?”

You snorted into your cup. “Can’t say I’ve considered it.”

“Consider it now,” he said, leaning forward, eyes gleaming. “I’ve got charm. Mystery. Probably lice.”

Snotlout, who had been too busy shoveling food into his mouth to notice at first, finally looked up -- a spoon still hanging out of his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes. “Are you flirting with my girlfriend?”

Tuffnut blinked. “Depends. Is she gonna kill me, or are you?”

“Me,” Snotlout said cheerfully, dropping his spoon and grinning like a dragon who’d just spotted a sheep.

He stood, grabbed Tuffnut by the back of the collar, and bodily hoisted him from his seat like he weighed nothing.

“Say it louder for the folks in the back,” he called to the hall. “My girlfriend. This one’s mine. The smart, terrifying, annoyingly perfect one? Yeah, mine.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands.

Tuffnut flailed in his grasp. “Alright, alright, you ox! Put me down! I was testing her loyalty! Science!”

Snotlout dropped him unceremoniously, then flopped back down next to you, smug and glowing with pride.

He slung his arm around you again. “You hear that? People are testing you. You passed, obviously. But still. You gotta be careful. With a face like yours? Trouble magnet.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move from under his arm.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered.

“And yours,” he said, pressing a quick, loud kiss to your temple. “Totally, undeniably, unreasonably yours.”

Across the table, Tuffnut rubbed his neck with a groan. “Next time I flirt with someone, it’s gonna be Astrid. At least Hiccup doesn't brag after he brutalizes.”

“Still gonna lose,” Snotlout called, stuffing more stew in his mouth. “But hey -- shoot for the stars, bud.”

[ouran1a]

sucking Jerry off while he whines and whimpers his way through explaining dnd to me but he just ends up yanking my head up and down his cock HEHEHAHSHHAHAHA

rating: R for slutty ass blowjob scene

also i wrote the words “dick and balls” and immediately thought of the south park ‘dickin balls’ or wtv and bursted out laughing at work <3

“a-and so the…uh-ngh-“

Jerry felt like he was going fucking insane. his face was too hot, his hands were embarrassingly clammy, gut churning, throat burning as he forced down his pathetic little mewls and whines, it was too much.

you were too much.

you’d called him up a few hours ago begging him to show you how to create your Dungeons and Dragons character since Bill was being, in your words, “a goddamned fart-sucker”, and being the good friend he was, he agreed to help. Jerry thought of himself as the most normal around chicks, he was a nervous wreck, sure, but he didn’t insult them like Bill or stare like Josh or perv on them (outwardly) like Pete, he held normal conversations and exchanged greetings, just an average dude having average interactions with average females.

but this wasn’t average, there wasn’t a fucking average way to suck your friend’s dick, there wasn’t an average way to claw down his stomach and hips and thighs and leave angry red lines, not a fucking thing was average about the look you were giving him or the soft ‘gluck! gluck! gluck!’ noises that made his head spin. Jerry’s mouth fell open, slack-jawed as he gently, almost nervously, cradled your face, bony fingers starting to pull you in deeper as his bonier hips twitched and jumped your face.

god, he’d felt like such a fucking pervert when your first got here, sweats hung low and loose on your hips, that tiny little sliver of your tummy and your tits practically hanging out of your stupidly slutty take top, Jerry had so selfishly wanted to rip it off you and slam you down onto his bed, muffling your moans with his Totoro plushy you’d gotten him while nose deep in your puffy cunt. Instead, however, he’d simply smiled sweetly like he always did, hand up in Vulcan salute while you both plopped down on his bed—

“fuck—“ Jerry rasped when you slid your head back to his tip and prodded at his dick hole with your tongue. A long, pathetically whiny groan slipped from his wobbly lips as you slid right back down, trying to force himself to meet your intense stare. You’d been looking at him like that all fucking night, pupils blown wide and smile downright evil. he felt his dick twitch as one of your soft hands came up to cradle his balls, “o-oh my fucking god—“ he cringed at the sound of his voice; raw and needy.

you smiled and pulled off his cock with a dull ‘pop!’, laughing as he strained to not yank your pretty face back down and suffocate you agaisnt the mess of blonde pubes he sported, “you never finished your sentence, Jer,” oh, fuck right off. Jerry felt a hot flash of annoyance thrum alongside the aching pleasure shooting down his spine at the shit-eating grin plastered on those spit-shiny lips, his big hands clenched in your hair, two messy handfuls of your locks between his fingers, “c-can’t r’member,” he huffed. he watched you laughed again at his pouty face and yanked your face back down to his crotch, “…please— fuck I-I’m so close babe,” he let the pet name slip out, a boyish fluttering of his heart following the sound.

you smiled, a warm one this time, and pressed a sweet kiss to the junction of his dick and balls that made his heart and cock tug. your soft hands stroked him slowly, a tight fist giving him just enough pressure to feel the breathe get knocked outta him when you paired it with sucking and kissing his balls. Jerry felt his gut twist, his muscles clenched and he doubled over you, hands cradling your head as close to his cock as he could, “o-oh— shit- fuck- f-fuck shit—“ he rambled, thighs quivering when you wrapped those lips around his tip again and sucked hard.

Jerry’s hips pumped up and down, dragging his cock in and out of your head while he held you steady by the hair, gathering up your silky locks in one hand while the other wrapped around your neck. he moaned louder when his thumb pressed down and he felt his dick sliding down, felt your throat tense and go lax as you got used to his quick tempo. Jerry’s hands both flexed as he got closer, choking you just a bit and pulling your hair just a smidge too tight, “I-I’monna c-shit! O-ohmyfuckinggod I’m gonna cum- r-right down your fucking throat,”

you got no other warning when both hands yanked you down to the very base of his cock, nose smushed against his pelvis while his spunk shot out and flooded your throat. Jerry was unabashed at this point, loud moans and throaty sighs as he held you in place, his entire body shaking while his cock shot spurt after spurt out. you gagged on the suffocating feeling and he gasped softly, eyes rolling back at the feeling and hips grinding into your face.

he was so lost in the pleasure that it took you slapping his sensitive hips covered in your nails marks before he slowly slid your head off his dick. you swallowed what you could, gasping and coughing as he just sat above you, staring down with what you can only describe as ‘awestruck’ while you struggled to catch your breathe.

after a few second of silence, both of you heaving and gasping for air, he spoke up first,

“…you’d uh.. you’d probably work best as a mage.”

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

So having finally gone through the main story update once, stared at the ceiling, then gone through it immediately again... I am in fucking awe. Speechless. How tf am I supposed to digest this lore drop??? I've been taking notes, gone over screenshots, gotten misty eyed over how much I love SylusMC and just augh... this has rewired the way I view a lot of things in this game.

For example... just how large part Sylus truly plays in the main story. How vital he is. He has been there from the very beginning, pulling strings, moving events along, watching, protecting... he is honestly Everythinglus atp. Universlus. Love and Deepspacelus. I cannot stress how central this man is to MC's story. No wonder he took 5 years to craft. And (loath as I am to say it) ... the gatekeeping of some of his content up 'til now kind of makes sense. His lore is just too closely tied to the main story plot (the lack of communication is still shitty though). I am still kind of shocked by this tbh because it's forced me to do a 180 on my stance re: Paperfold's feelings towards him.

This main story update is just mind blowing in different ways, sort of like Beyond Cloudfall and how that changed everything. I'll be obsessing over it for the rest of the week, at least.

Anyway, idc that it's too early in the morning for this I need to get my initial thoughts out of my system and what better way to do so than a long ass tumblr post. So yeah just gonna go ahead and wordvomit/theorize share some screenshots/details that blew my mind all the way to sunday, and also attempt a timeline b/c my autistic brain demands that of me.

(Be warned, it's long and kind of all over the place. I don't blame anyone that won't bother with it lol).

(Spoilers, obviously)

Can we talk about the SOULMATISM between SylusMC and how that is actually canon to the main story??? They reference the 10.5 grams of soul... Sylus says this

They are pretty much confirmed to still be destined archnemeses in their current timeline – they were meant to kill each other as kids/teens. But like in the myth – and honestly like always – they decided to give fate the middle finger and chose their own path together. Then they got separated but found each other again. Twice. And they always will keep finding each other. No matter which "soil" they find themselves in. They have always been soulmates. But not by fate. But by CHOICE.

I have tried to make a timeline of their relationship from what was revealed here, that I kind of think makes sense?

First, Beyond Cloudfall. Dragon!Sylus and later Dragon!MC dies, and are then reborn on the same planet. Note, that this is not earth but possibly Philos.

They are expected to fight each other to the death in the Arena. But instead they succesfully run off together. And perhaps go on to commit crimes... I am speculating this to maybe be the case because of the "even all the crimes you'll inevitably commit" line but also because of the potential scenario I mention in point 3.

At some point in time, they are separated by the Deepspace Tunnel. Either before or after the separation, Sylus is thrown into Tartarus. If it happened before, then it's possible that MC was somehow responsible for it (remember, as a child she threatens to throw Sylus into Tartarus. Which could be foreshadowing of some kind).

In whichever case, while Sylus is in Tartarus, MC has been taken to Earth – more specifically to the Gaia Research Center in the N109 Zone – where she has either regressed to or been reborn as a tiny child, and is experimented on by EVER who are after eternal life and want to use her powers to achieve it.

Sylus breaks out of jail and goes in search for MC, eventually pinpointing her location using the eye of Aether and landing in the N109 Zone in 2034 (this according to the Timelock Key). At this time, the Chronorift Catastrophe is happening and Dimitri – blaming MC for it and for the Wanderers – tries to kill her by putting her in the Deepspace Collision Chamber. But before she can succumb to it, Sylus arrives and breaks her out. He makes a deal with Dimitri to bring MC back to him in the future.

Sylus leaves MC to be raised by Josephine, and for the next 14 years he keeps watch over her from a distance (remember the giant red eye? And mephie ofc), while founding Onychinus and taking over the N109 Zone, and working on taking down EVER. He creates a special menu just for MC at Elysium, in the hopes that she will one day come there, order it, and find him.

LAR. They reunite again, but MC remembers nothing. Not their Dragon myth, nor their childhood, nor Sylus' rescue of her. Instead, she sees him as a monster and despises him.

Present time.

Now, there are some things I want to point out here re: this.

One – I was wrong about Sylus' being resurrected or reassembled. Clearly, he was reborn... but unlike MC with his past life memories intact. I also still see him as a Dragon for the same reasons I've stated before. And also because I want him to be lol. I definitely don't think he's human. Nor is MC.

Two – I still think that Sylus is older than what his profile states. Why? Because we know now that he came to earth in 2034. Fourteen years prior to LAR. Which would – if his profile age is to be taken as truth – have made him 14 at that time. Now, dgmw Sylus is crazy powerful and honestly probably could have won a gang war and perhaps even conquered a planet etc at that age. However... it does not at all line up with the descriptions nor with the visuals we have of him at that time. In the Tangible Shackles video, he is in no way shape or form a 14 year old boy. Same goes for the Anecdote – he is described there as "a tall man" and having a "deep male voice" and "striking features". That's as far as the physical descriptions go. Nowhere in the text is there a single allusion to his being a kid, but rather the opposite. And I do believe that the text would have drawn attention to him being well below legal drinking age in a story like that.

And then there is ofc the Approaching Dusk image as well as this one of him breaking MC out of the Deepspace Collision Chamber (it destroys me btw).

Just compare MC who is roughly 8-9 here to Sylus. The size difference is massive. So no, that is not a 14 year old. They are not that huge, not even a Burj Khalifa on legs like Sylus.

Anyway, what we learned re: SylusMC's lore for sure puts both of these scenes in a different light

We all thought he was talking about their Beyond Cloudfall past here.

But no.

He is more than likely talking about their childhood etc here... "you were quietly moved to another garden in a foreign land" ie their separation in the Deepspace Tunnel, when they had earlier been two flowers growing up together in the same soil and who were supposed to keep growing together and ＿|￣|●💔 yeah. Thanks for breaking my heart again with the same scenes but with new context, game...

And on this note... fuck, man, do I feel even worse for poor Sylus now. Not only did MC forget him once, but twice. While he remembers everything – Beyond Cloudfall, the Gladiator Arena, being separated from her... and also knows just what she went through with EVER. He knows in what ways the love of his life suffered at the hands of evil people.

How the fuck has this man not crashed out yet. He is as mentally and emotionally strong as he is physically powerful imo.

And then there is just his sheer love for her. All the things he did for her: Running away together. (Possibly) being imprisoned. Searching the galaxy. Rescuing her from Dimitri, and giving her a chance to have autonomy and a normal childhood for the first time in her life. Devoting his own life to taking down the organization that hurt her.

And waiting for her. Always.

But even after everything still being ready to let her go. In spite of everything.

HE LOVES HER SO MUCH SOBSADFHUJHJ

I thought I loved Sylus before this update but I swear it has made me appreciate his character even more. What sorcery is that??? You can really tell how much thought and care his team has put into crafting him and his story.

And the same goes for MC. She got fleshed out here in all the best ways and I admire her immensely. I think that line she has about hoping that she made the Gaia Researchers even for a moment see her as the child she was rather than as an object or experiment says so heartbreakingly much about her and who she is.

The two together have so many fantastic moments in this story that had me giggling and kicking my feet. I honestly think it's more romantic/hot than some of the memory/date cards. But I won't talk about it more here or now because this is already way too long lol. Will probably just make individual posts for them.

Anyway, I do want to share some screenshots I took that made me lose my shit

I noticed the patterns on the bell when I was going to take another screenshot from LAR and omfg do you guys see it too????? Tell me I'm not reaching or deluding myself????? Ouuuu Sylus team you always gag me

STAYRUS MY LOVE YOU'RE BACK

I think it's pretty funny how chill MC is about Sylus having wings like she really don't care she just rolls with it (as she does with a lot of huge revelations tbh). Unbothered Queen.

This is one of my very favorite parts of the Kindled. Look how tenderly Sylus holds her here... shielding and protecting her the way he has all these 14 years, but physically this time. And you can see how MC genuinely feels safe in his arms. Oh, how far they've come since LAR...

Anyway, I'm gonna finally leave off here with a prediction for Sylus' future myth. I have an inkling it will take place before and after they escape from the Arena and up until Sylus gets imprisoned. That makes most sense to me. We need to know what they were up to in between and what led to Sylus' imprisonment. In other words I feel like I can taste the Gladiator & the space pirate lore. If I am wrong though, I'm betting it will be a Hades & Persephone inspired one. There have been quite a few references to greek mythology after all. Gaia. Charon. The River Styx. Tartarus. Not to mention the Pomegranate imagery and references. And probably more I can't think of rn.

Oh and I'd love to hear if any of you guys have any theories or things you noticed in this update! I would not be surprised if I've missed important details.

[revelboo]

if you found the free time could you please continue that cat scenario? It was so adorable🥺

No rush, you're already feeding us real good :3

Sure!

Trickster Pt 2

Various TFP x Reader

• Staring at the tiny, mewling kitten in your lap, you watch the cat that your big, dragon husband became pick up your other son and pad over to drop the second kitten in your lap. And Predaking just looks expectantly up at you with a rumbling mrr of noise before rearing up, front paws on your shoulder as he meows. He’s a cat. Kind of. He’s cat sized and cat shaped. He’s furry. It’s like looking at a squirrel and calling it a horse, though. Cats don’t look like that, you just don’t have anything closer to equate him to. Meowing louder as if to say snap out of it, you shudder and cup your hands around your sparklings. Kittens. You’re pretty sure you’re about to have a nervous breakdown.

• Laughing hysterically as the white, red, and green cat that was your asshole bot yowls and twines about your ankles, trying to climb your pants leg, you make a half-ass attempt to kick him that sends him scurrying, ears back. Have no idea what happened, you’d come out of the abandoned store Wheeljack carries you to and he’d reached for you. Before falling forward, becoming a fluffy little fur ball. Magic? Sci-fi bullshit? You have no idea, but you’re not giving up this opportunity. Striding across the dirt and sand as the sun bakes you, you’re aware of the Wheeljack cat trotting after you, still screeching. Maybe you’ll keep him as a pet. Get him a little collar with a bell. Maybe you’ll get him neutered, too.

• Squirming like a mad thing while making plaintive noises, Dreadwing finally gives up and goes limp in your arms. And you can feel the end of his tail flicking against you as he meows unhappily when you press your face against his soft fur. Don’t know what happened to him, but he’s warm and fluffy and so adorable like this. Pressing a kiss against his head as his ears flatten out, you hear him reluctantly start purring. Because now, you get to take care of him.

• That’s the ugliest, skinniest cat you’ve ever seen. Stretched out on your belly watching it pace around the base of Starscream’s desk, you baby talk it and wonder how it got on the Nemesis. Maybe it’s an experiment that got loose? Cause c it’s not really a cat. Cats don’t look like that. Or maybe the big aliens keep things besides people as pets? Yowling as it stands up on the leg of the desk, claws scraping against the metal, you croon at it and it bares little, sharp teeth to hiss at you. And it looks kind of like your prickly turkey, colored up like him.

• There he is. Arm around the red cat that was Knockout, you bend to pick up the big fluffy hairball that’s Breakdown and he hisses, baring sharp teeth, fur standing on end. “Don’t be that way,” you croon as Knockout just hangs there, ears back and resigned. “It’s not like I’m going to give you a bath, Breaky.” Though chucking him in your little cup you use as a tub would be so satisfying. “You don’t think I hold grudges, do you?” And he’s running from you, apparently knowing that you do indeed hold grudges.

• “Hey! No, bad Shockwave!” Apparently whatever just happened to him hasn’t done anything to his libido. Even as a freakish, one eyed purple thing that might generously be called a cat, he’s still horny. Trying to hump your leg when you’d stretched out to lay among your blankets and his claws are out as you twist and drag him to you. Hearing his disgruntled growling as you sit up and hold him out at arms length, his ears flattened back and tail swishing. “How can you still be horny?” Settling him in your lap, you scratch behind an ear and he purrs, stretching out.

• Numbly cradling your mewling baby’s warmth to yourself, you watch Megatron clawing, jumping on, and yowling at the staff. Trying to undo whatever it is he’d done. Catifying himself and your son. All of the Cybertronians on the Nemesis if you have to guess. The one that was Starscream took off somewhere, fur on end after Megatron had smacked the crap out of him with a paw, hissing like this was the Seeker’s fault instead of his. And your son mews, mouth opening against the inside of your wrist, all wobbly and eyes shut like a newborn kitten. Curling yourself around him, you’re aware that you’re trapped on the arm of the throne, that you can’t get down without help because it’s too high and your idiot mate can’t figure out how to fix this.

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[enwoso]

best kind of chaos | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

-> based on this request!☀️

grumpy masterlist

it was barely ten a.m. and in the greece sun was already touching 35°C, the kind of dry heat that made the sand feel like walking on toast. but you, of course, was entirely unbothered by this.

alessia was trying to apply sunscreen to you as you became very wriggly, and kept insisting you ‘didn’t need it because you were part camel now.’

“camels till get sunburn, lovie" your mummy muttered, wrestling you into stillness while leah filmed the whole ordeal from her lounger, laughing.

"are you helping or being a terrible girlfriend?" alessia asked over her shoulder.

"i’m documenting memories," leah replied casually. "for when she's sixteen and hates us and i need proof she once liked us and thought camels were her cousins."

once you were lathered in spf fifty and released, you ran into the distance close to where the sea could touch your toes but no further as you screamed “FOR THE DRAGON KINGDOM!"

"have we entered a fantasy phase?" leah asked, sipping her slushie again.

alessia sighed before giggling watching you pick at the sand as you jumped a little each time the cool sea water touched your toes. "i’m pretty sure we live in it now."

"look, mummy! i’m a sand dragon!" you screeched, running back towards the loungers, your legs and feet absolutely covered in sand.

alessia, perched under an umbrella with sunglasses too big for her face and a rapidly melting iced coffee in hand, blinked. "what happened to building a huge castle?"

"i changed my mind," you called back, digging what looked like a moat with a plastic spade and one bare hand. "dragons are more interesting. and hotter. like here."

leah snorted from beside alessia, reclining with a slushie that you had demanded your mama "share or perish." "she’s got your dramatic gene."

alessia tilted her head, her mouth slightly wide. "you mean she’s picking up on your habits and attitude”

leah gave her a faux-offended look. "hey i’m very calm. i have slushie energy."

"not when someone steals your straighteners."

"that happened one time—"

but the two were interrupted by a tiny voice shouting, "mama mama, I NEED YOU!" like it was a code red problem and with your big imagination it probably was.

leah groaned good-naturedly and got up, placing her drink down on the little table. "there’s my cue."

alessia watched, heart full, as leah knelt beside you, as you were now presenting a wonky sand structure with a bucket on top and two palm leaves sticking out.

"this is your sand castle-slash-dragon cave-slash-ice cream shop," you explained seriously. "we sell ice cream and roars."

"what flavour roars?" leah asked, trying not to laugh but saying in deep character.

"strawberry-screamy."

lunchtime had came around and as you three found a cute little place near the beach for food you had insisted they all order ‘round food’ so they were now eating mini pizzas and olives while you carefully placed all the things you didn’t like on your mummy’s plate — like the olives.

alessia leaned across the table. "this is definitely not relaxing, you know."

leah smiled sweetly. "it’s better." leah then leaned over to close the gap between her and alessia sharing a kiss just as you gasped dramatically.

"mummy! mama! you can't kiss right now—my dragon ice cream shop is OPEN!"

leah raised a brow. "does it sell parent-free minutes?"

"no," you said, very serious as you shook your head. "but it does sell quiet juice. it orange. but it's only pretend."

⸻

lunch was well over as the three were now back in the beach, you building your dragon ice cream shop more as you’d dragged leah back over to help.

the sun hung lazily overhead, glinting off the warm sea water as the heat had mellowed into something almost dreamy, and alessia, miraculously, was alone. sort of.

alessia was stretched out on a lounger under the shade of a palm, eyes closed, soft music playing through one airpod. a half-empty iced drink sat on the little table beside her. peace. quiet. no sand in her hair, no tiny voice calling her name on repeat.

in the sea, about ten metres away, leah was playing water dragons with you—an elaborate game that mostly involved roaring, splashing, and you riding on leah’s back pretending you were a ‘sea unicorn but also a lifeguard.’

alessia smiled without opening her eyes as she could hear leah’s elaborate story telling and your giggles.

five minutes. that’s all alessia needed. five—

"MUUUMMMMYYY!"

alessia sat up just in time to see a blur of the pale blue flower patterned swimsuit and wild curls come bounding from the water, with leah chasing behind yelling, "angel! wait—your feet are all wet—"

too late.

you launched yourself at the sun lounger like an olympic event, landing directly on alessia’s towel-covered legs with a squelch. water. everywhere

alessia let out a yelp as cold pool drips soaked her cover-up.

"lovie!" alessia laughed, trying to wriggle away but only succeeding in getting wetter. "you little monster!" you beamed, entirely unbothered, limbs slippery and gangly as you wiggled up beside your mummy.

"i missed you," you announced cheerfully, wrapping soggy arms around your mummy’s middle.

leah jogged over, breathless and grinning, towel slung over her shoulder. "i told her you needed a break."

alessia smirked, smoothing your wet curls back from her face. "i had a break. it lasted exactly four minutes and forty-three seconds."

"oh a record!," leah said proudly. "we’re improving."

alessia rolled her eyes fondly, shifting so you could snuggle in closer. despite the dampness, you were already blinking slowly, body limp with that familiar post-swim exhaustion.

"she’s gonna crash," leah whispered, watching you with a soft smile.

alessia nodded, running a hand up and down your back, which was still damp but now wrapped loosely in a fresh towel. "dragon patrol has really wore her out," alessia murmured.

within minutes, you were asleep—one hand fisted in your mummy’s top, your breathing soft and steady, a tiny whistle escaping from your nose.

alessia didn't move. didn’t dare.

leah leaned over and kissed the top of your head, then pressed a warm kiss to alessia’s cheek too. "peace now?" leah asked, teasing.

alessia smiled, her arms wrapped around the little bundle of joy and chaos and sunscreen that was you. "yeah," alessia whispered. "but i kinda liked it better with the chaos."

leah settled in beside the two of you on the edge of the lounger, resting her head against alessia’s shoulder. "me too."

you were well and truly asleep now, curled like a cat against alessia’s chest, your towel cocooned tight and your little foot twitching every so often from a dream no one could access.

leah stayed close, perched at the edge of the lounger, one arm slung lazily over alessia’s legs. her other hand was tracing small shapes against alessia’s shin, like she didn't even realise she was doing it.

for a while, they just existed like that—together, quiet, listening to the soft rustle of palm leaves and the occasional splash from other guests in the sea.

then leah leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to alessia’s lips, slow and unhurried. treasuring the fact that they could have this little moment without you fake gagging around them.

"y’know," leah murmured against alessia’s skin, "the girls are probably halfway through their second round of daiquiris in ibiza by now."

alessia chuckled softly, adjusting you just a little as she shifted. "bet katie's already lost her shoes."

"and beth’s probably dj’ing off someone's portable speaker," leah added with a slight chuckle

they both laughed—quiet, breathy laughter so they wouldn't disturb your tiny sleeping dragon form in alessia’s arms.

leah brushed a damp strand of hair from alessia’s forehead and rested her hand on her cheek. "do you miss it?"

alessia looked down at you, who had just started sleep-mumbling something about mermaids and orange juice, then up at leah with a smile so full it could split her heart.

"i miss sleep. i miss wearing white without getting yoghurt handprints on it. i miss silence sometimes. but..." alessia shook her head softly, her eyes glassy with warmth. "no. i don't miss that. not really."

leah nodded, her thumb tracing gently along alessia’s jaw. "me neither."

they sat in that tiny moment, love stretched between them like a hammock—warm and steady and swaying in the soft breeze. "feels like we're in our own world, doesn't it?" leah said.

alessia turned slightly and kissed her. properly. unhurried, sun-warmed, soft. the kind of kiss that felt like home. when they broke apart, leah’s eyes crinkled. "she’s gonna wake up in an hour and scream for ice cream for dinner."

"i know," alessia said, brushing her thumb across your cheek. "and we'll let her. even if she only eats two bites and then drops the rest in the sand."

they both laughed again. alessia reached for leah’s hand and laced their fingers together over your tiny sleeping form.

"we could be in ibiza, sure," alessia said softly. "but we're here. with her. with each other. and i wouldn't trade that for a thousand daiquiris."

leah squeezed alessia’s hand. "not even the strawberry ones you love?"

alessia gave leah a playful glare. "especially not even the strawberry ones."

leah leaned her head back on alessia shoulder, eyes closed now, breathing in the coconut sunscreen, salt water, and the quiet weight of the best kind of love.

and under the greek sun, wrapped in towels and laughter and the kind of peace you only earn after a wild morning, they stayed there. just the three of them. exactly where they were meant to be.

[babyblankyerror]

More doodles of Dragon Stan! He's just a lil guy!

I'm travelling so I'll settle for paper c':

As kids I like to think Stanley always brought wild animals to be their pets and Ford sorta starts that in Gravity Falls because there's so many creatures!! He takes a special liking to the tiny tubby dragon.

Fiddleford can't fight the cuteness too long. I think his breaking point is when Stan moisturises his eyeball like those tiny lazards- he just MLEM *licks eyeball* and Fidds, like the weirdo he is, thinks its adorable.

I'm thinking that maybe, like unicorns, dragons have some sort of power against dream demons or something so Ford really likes sleeping in the cave (until he just brings the dragon home with him).

[hometoursandotherstuff]

1998 Bavarian-inspired Falkenstein Castle is in of all places, Burnet, TX. 7bds, 8baths, 14,000sqft, $15m. (Also includes 6 tiny homes and an apt. above the garage.)

Here's the entrance hall.

Could this be the only living room? Well, at least it's cozy. When I saw that it has electric heat, I was shocked, (see what I did there?), b/c it's gotta be a bitch to heat, not to mention the cost.

They have a billiard room.

The dining room is large, but not as impressive as I would've imagined.

Eat-in kitchen is smaller than I thought it would be, but it has some gothic style cabinet doors.

It has its own chapel.

Gotta have at least one knight.

And, this is nice, a grand hall. I guess that you can host weddings and special events here.

Probably the primary bedroom. Not very regal.

These bedrooms look pretty ordinary.

And, here's one of the 8 baths. Hate that tub w/the steps.

The problem with these modern castle reproductions, is that they start cutting corners inside, b/c it must be seriously expensive, so the rooms start looking ordinary.

A shower in one of the turrets. Nice, but not an authentic feature.

It looks like they spent all the money on the exterior. Here's the garage with the apt. upstairs.

A water feature.

This guest house with a deck and a hot tub looks Texas style. There's another guest house in the back on the upper right.

There are 2 other small houses that were never finished and this one looks deteriorated.

Yet another unfinished small house.

So, here there are 6 small houses, 4 of which are unfinished.

Love the dragon statue.

The land surrounding the castle has a stone wall.

110 acres of land.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/7400-Park-Rd-4-Burnet-TX-78611/452050457_zpid/

[cluelessatthispoint]

Dragon's Hoard pt.3

(Inspired by bluegiragi and docdudo)

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Soft snores and gentle gasps echoed lazily within the darkened lair of the dragon and his mates.. the small family all safe and cozy with one another far away from the noisy blight that is humanity and their ways of living. Usually it would be easy to fall asleep, but try as he might, Gaz laid awake. Hard instincs screaming at him to succumb to sleep. The environment around already working so hard to lull him to what his instincts crave.

Gaz laid awake in the nest, his eyes straining as he peered up at the dark, stalactite filled cieling. The sight leaving a tingling imprint in his retinas. As much as he would have liked to get some sleep after a long day. There was only so much he could handle in a day spent flying and helping Soap pick off straggling sheep for their next meal. Never in a million years did he expect Price to come home with a child in tow. Just what the hell was he thinking? A literal human child, in the home of a hybrid pack. So many things could go wrong. With a sigh, Gaz groggily brought a hand up to massage and pinch the bridge of his nose. He was one for surprises. Sure there was the time when he and Price spent a surprise, anniversary night out gazing at the stars after a successful hunt. The clear night sky overhead glittering with innumerable stars overhead. The way the light from the moon casted a silvery glow over as far as the duo could see was a magical sight. It was quite possibly one of the best surprises Gaz could think of to this date. Well, not anymore.

The sleeping child in the group nest proved that opinion all too well. With a sigh, Gaz unfurled one large wing up and out in one glorious motion to flex and stretch. The joints in his wing getting all nice and lubricated to chase away the stiffness in his muscles and tendons. Slowly, so as to not wake anyone else from their much needed sleep. Looking over and down at the small tufts of hair that curl about your small head. Gaz gently lowers the tip of his wing to wrap around your form. All tired out and limp in their nest. Tiny lungs working hard to keep an even pace as your small chest rises and falls with each gentle inhale and exhale. Each small twitch in your sleep is monitored, each small groan and stretch as you wander in dreamland is counted. For Gaz, It's like a dream come true. A strange, unexpected dream. Its been so long since he's raised a chick. Furling his massive wing around your midsection, Gaz scoots his body closer to envelop you in his warmth. Chicks need plenty of warmth to sleep well. And good sleep leads to healthy growth. A patient smile makes its way to his heart-shaped lips. A soft croon just beggin to make its way out. Would the chick even like his song? The culture of his kind? Would the chick learn to appreciate the differences of their new parents?

As if roused by the acrid smelling spike of anxiety wafting off of his husband, Simon; from over the shoulder of Price moved quietly to lean up on his forearms. Sleep still dancing across his eyelids as he narrows his vision on Gaz. His tired brown eyes laced with concern.

"Hey"

"Hey yourself."

The sound of Simon's sleep tinged voice is a welcome relief to Gaz’s ears.

"Can't sleep?"

A pregnant pause follows the question. As if Gaz really needs to answer the question, the wraith knows what's bothering him.

"The kid is fine. Just tired. Scared. It's to be expected. Doubt Soap here helped any."

With a heavy sigh Gaz cuddles closer to your unconscious form. To Simon, the sight of such a large harpy and such a small child just seems wrong. Different species all gathered in one place. That's how most wars break out, but yet this family makes it work. Better than most same species families.

"Soap won't eat the kid...back in the day he might've...but not now..ease up Gaz."

Dark brown, chocolate eyes sweep over Gaz gently before straining to look over at the tiny bundle all snuggled up against his chest. The harpy's instinct to gather and protect their young is strong, almost ferocious at times. But Gaz looks so gentle. Laying back down to carefully spoon against Price. Simon is ever mindful to be aware of not disturbing the portion of the dragon's hybrid back where his missing wing should be.

"We're where we belong. That includes the kid."

The tenderness in Simon's voice almost surprises Gaz. That tone is usually reserved for more intimate moments.

"What do you mean Si?"

"Look at em. So small, tiny...almost insignificant. Just like we all were at one time or another."

"So?"

"Price...he can see the value in even the smallest things. The broken things....like us."

The unspoken words between them echo in their minds. "Like me". Broken. But still so very much loved and adored.

"Get some sleep Gaz. You can look the kid over and clean em in the morning."

The subtle command in Simon's tones doesn't go ignored. Even the sleeping werewolf somehow registers the tone, responding with a heavy yawn and a rumbling purr. With the quiet in the den, the sounds of deep, rhythmic breathing gets swallowed up by the thick rocky walls and cushions and fabrics that make up the spacious nest. With tired eyes, Gaz curls in and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. The soft hair that frames your cherubic face makes you look years younger than you are. The softness of your skin and its youthful buoyancy are still there even after all this time on your own. It makes his heart clench up tightly to think of all those years you've spent begging and scrounging for scraps like a common mutt in the city's streets.

"John always finds the value in the little things in life. I guess he saw something truly special in you chickie."

Gaz says softly as he presses his lips to your forehead. We're humans always this cold? Did John bring home a sick child? How do you care for a sick child that's not the same species as you? What if something is wrong? Shaking those terrible thoughts away, his mind wanders to what Simon said. And how everyone gathered here in each other's space, share so many wonderful things with each other. How coexistence just comes natural to them. How it'll hopefully come naturally to their newest addition. Shaking his head, the way Soap spoke of the child at first made him cringe. Eating them up and the like. The werewolf has no tact when it comes to children. Sighing gently, his deep brown eyes gaze at you with a tenderness only reserved for the young his instincts so desperately crave. Watching over you as you squirm in your sleep. No doubt moving in response to his soft exhales ghosting over your skin.

"No one's eating our chick...not my chick."

He whispers softly in oath to himself. His words not as unheard as he believed. On the other side of the nest, a soft, barely perceivable smile tugs at the corners of Price's lips.

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Ta da! Part three is here. I'm planning to have the next few chapters focus on the 141 individually and how they respond to having a child in their lives now.

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[emiplayzmc]

...so I may have gone a tiny bit insane rewatching NBC's 'Hannibal,' and decided to redraw promo images for the show as fanart of Scrollon and Everette (made by Brightgoat and e40536, respectively) :)

The butterfly next to Scrollon is a Pink Rose, the one next to Everette is an Emerald Swallowtail, the shoulder bug is just a random cybernetic-looking bug, and the dragonfly is just supposed to be a generic red dragonfly.

(It wasn't intentional but like. Red Dragonfly = Red Dragon like the Hannibal book)

Based on these two promos respectively:

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Also wanted to draw Cinna here too, and found the perfect bit of dialogue between Hannibal and Alana Bloom in Season 3 :)

S: "...and if I were to escape in earnest, and come to kill you?"

C: "You'd do it the first chance you get, I assume."

S: "You died in my kitchen that night, Cinna. Every. Moment. Since. Is borrowed."

(Slightly altered dialogue, but it's from Season 3, Episode 13 of 'Hannibal.')

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Aaaand also drew Scrollon with bug features because of the whole 'Will sees Hannibal with shadowy deer features' thing, so why not have some shadowy bug features as how Everette may see him sometimes?

(alt text for the text next to the shadowy one)

^ This was actually made before the other three images lol.

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Scrollon (Pink Addison) and Cinnamon (Yellow Addison) belong to @brightgoat

Everette (Green Addison) belongs to @e40536

[witchofhimring]

Being the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter reader (platonic)

Reader can either be read as the child of Laenor, Daemon, Criston Harwin or other

-As her only daughter you are especially cherished. The moment they place you on her chest she instantly, unconditionally loves you. While she does not have favorites, you are cherished.

It was with one last agonizing push that Rhaenyras only daughter came screaming into the world. "A daughter, your Grace!" With trembling arms Rhaenyra took her daughter from the midwife. Y/n Velarion's e/c eyes opened and Rhaenyra instantly fell in love. Secretly, she had always harbored hopes of having a girl. She knew the realm prayed for a son, but deep inside Rhaenyra yearned for a girl. A daughter to love and cherish and protect her from all that she herself had suffered.

-You are absolutely doted on my your mother. She makes sure you have the best of everything. She loves to order sweets brought from all over and give them to you in elaborately decorated boxes. She has you all decked out in red and black clothing. Rhaenyra likes to do your hair and make elaborate hairdos. Whether for a special occasion or any normal day she takes great pleasure in showing off how pretty you are!

Y/n squealed in delight as Rhaenyra pulled out a box. Knowing that it held some kind of delight behind its wooden covering you wasted no time in hastily opening it. Tiny hands seized the sugar covered fruits from Dorne. The mother giggled as with great enthusiasm Y/n chomped away at them. "Remember to share them with your brothers!" Rhaenyra called out to her daughters. "Gods I love her." Rhaenyra thought.

-Because of the political situation you are heavily guarded. Your friends/ladies in waiting are carefully picked amongst Rhaenyra's closest allies. From the time you are old enough to walk she hires a personal guard to follow wherever you go. This is especially true if Otto, Alicent or Criston Cole are near. Unlike with her sons I don't see Rhaenyra letting you near your uncles. Partly because it would be seen as inappropriate but also for safety sakes.

-Princess Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone, eldest child of Viserys and heir to the throne, ran in great haste down the hall. She payed no heed to the sudden stairs of people. Most of the time she would care, but not now. Not when she noticed her brother Aemond speaking with her baby girl under the Weirwood tree. She did not know his intentions and frankly, did not care. None of Otto Hightowers grandchildren would be in any position to harm her daughter. "Y/n." Rhaenyra hurried down the path to see two children quite peacefully reading a book. Aemond was the first to look up and scowled. Rhaenyra didn't like it. Even something as innocent as this could insight trouble. Gods know Otto might even consider marrying the two if he could get away with it. A perfect way to tether the Princess of Westeros to himself forever. She would never let that happen.

-Obviously you will have a dragon from day one, if there isn't an egg already placed in the cradle. She will likely want you to have a new one rather than an older one. This is mainly because she worries an older one might be too aggressive and large for tiny you to manage. Of course she will take you for flight on Syrax, high in the sky. She uses these times to bond, even going on short daytrips for fun.

If she gives you an egg:

Rhaenyra cradles the large opaque egg in her hands. It was a good size, this dragon would be healthy. It was placed right beside the infant who was roused to the waking world. Her large e/c eyes focused on the egg with such intensity that Rhaenyra could hardly believe it. Her fingers brushed against the thin hairs that had just started to sprout up. Her little Targaryen.

If you claim your own dragon:

She would have preferred Dreamfyre. That dragon was so gentle and lovely, a perfect fir for her gentle daughter. Not fucking Tessarion. Anxiously Rhaenyra waited as Y/n advanced forward. The dragon keepers were on standby. But if Tessarion became volatile then......... The great dragon moved its head. The Valyrian coming out of Y/n's trembling mouth would barely be heard over the beasts rumbling. Horrified, Rhaenyra moved to intercede. But suddenly the dragon lowered its head and Y/n's hand placed itself on its snout. "Look mom! I'm a dragonrider!"

Riding a dragon with her daughter:

At five years old Y/n mounted a dragon for the first of many times. Rhaenyra had been hesitant. Normally Targaryen's took their children on a flight during babyhood. But in her anxiety Rhaenyra waited until her daughter was slightly older. She had a small harness made for the baby and herself. Part of Rhaenyra didn't want to stay on the ground, but Y/n was a Targaryen, a Valyrian ancestry going back thousands of years. The dragons wings expanded and in a great bounding leap Syrax was in the air. Y/n's small form was shaking and Rhaenyra wrapped an arm around her. They stabilized once above the clouds. Y/n finally had calmed down. Soon, she was giggling and enjoying the height. Rhaenyra smiled.

-When it comes to betrothals Rhaenyra will wait until you are grown before any of that comes to fruition. Like her father she will let you chose. That is, up until the events of episode 7 where Vaemond makes his bid for Driftmark. Even though she will not be aggressive about it, your attention will be directed to Cregan Stark. Of course you will get the talk, and what to expect during pregnancy/childbirth. Your also likely to get a new wardrobe. This is even more expected if where your moving to (think Winterfell and Dorne) has a drastic change in weather compared to Kingslanding/Driftmark. If you do end up married then she will make frequent visits to where you live.

Everyone bellow was mingling during the Red Keeps most recent party. Everyone except for Rhaenyra and Y/n. Mother and daughter observed the happenings bellow, talking in low voices. "Have you met anyone who appeals from you?" Rhaenyra closely watched her daughters expression. Y/n's eyes skimmed the handful of eligible bachelors that a Princess of the realm could take. "Hmmmm. Uncle Aemond is looking rather appealing these days." Y/n jested. Rhaenyra snorted. None of Otto's grandchildren would ever taken her daughter to wife. Only last week Alicent had requested a possible betrothal between their two children. As far as Rhaenyra was concerned, that would only happen over her dead body. "Who is that?" Rhaenyra's eyes lit up. Now this was a much better match. "That is Cregan Stark."

Extra

What is your fathers relationship with you (excluding non cannon father)

Harwin Strong:

Like with his sons he is very close with you. Your his only daughter and so he is very protective. He will hold you as a baby and try to be there for everything. First words, steps and your progression into adulthood. He likes to carry you on his back during his time off. Even though you are a girl you will likely be taught to fight if you so chose. Although that will be in secret. I think that as the daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin you will feel like you all are a great big family.

Leanor Velarion:

Your his only biological child. Because of this the family dynamic will change, with Laenor being far more involved with his family.1* Rhaenyra and Rhaenys will push hard for him to be a good father, the best he can be. Its a rocky start. But he gets better and does his best. Your time together is usually one on one with Laenor. Stuff like taking you on dragonrides and going to Driftmark.

Criston Cole:

This one is a doozy because he can't be sure until you are older that your his (given that Rhaenyra's likely got involved with Harwin shortly after marriage). But once he finds out....wow. Because as much as he loathes Rhaenyra he can't bring himself to hate the daughter. He will, very subtly, try to ingratiate himself to you. This will be sneaky and behind Rhaenyra's back. Of course Alicent will get wind of this making Otto aware. He will absolutely try to use this to his advantage. This of course puts Criston in a very difficult position.

Daemon Targaryen:

This pregnancy takes place shortly before the marriage to Laenor, meaning Rhaenyra was pregnant although very early on. I have a feeling Daemon might not even know the baby is his, thinking it is Harwin Strong's. So he as nothing to do with you until the funeral of his second wife. It was there that Rhaenyra reveals he has another daughter. The reason he was not informed earlier is because she was worried someone might get ahold of the note and Daemon was in Pentos all this time. This revelation will be surprised. When your parents marry he will take an interest in your education. You are expected to be an example of pure Valyrian, perfecting Valyrian and being a dragon writer. The two of you will sometimes read together and he likes to tell stories of his adventures.

Note: I'm gonna make one for Alicent and maybe Aemond. If you guys want me to make any more of these then please feel free to requested☺

[leggalese]

A tiny dragon Nick doodle to celebrate this blog's anniversary! :D

It's been a great year pals, let's strive for another one! C:

[baldieboi]

You prank the Primarchs (wholesome pranks). How do you prank them and what's their reaction? Part 2

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Vulkan

Vulkan, the Lord of Drakes, was known for his warmth and compassion, making him the perfect target for a lighthearted jest. In his forge on Nocturne you left a small, handcrafted 'miniature dragon' made of clay, except its 'flames' were actually streamers of bright, glittery ribbon that fluttered with the heat vents.

A note sat beside it: 'Even Salamanders need a little sparkle, Lord of Fire.'

When Vulkan discovered the creation, his booming laughter echoed through the forge. He held the tiny dragon up to the light, watching the glitter dance and grinned broadly.

“By the Emperor’s light, this is a treasure!” he exclaimed, placing it proudly on a shelf beside his finest works. He turned to his nearby Salamanders, still chuckling. “Whoever did this has the heart of a craftsman and the humor of a child. I approve!”

For weeks, he showed the 'Glitter Drake' to anyone who visited, retelling the story of its discovery with great joy.

You later found a tiny, forged pendant in the shape of a dragon on your workbench with a note: 'A spark for a spark. –V' It glittered just a little too much.

Ferrus Manus

Ferrus Manus stared at his hands in bewilderment. His iron fingers, those perfect instruments of war, had been... decorated. Tiny googly eyes bobbed on each fingertip and miniature mustaches had been carefully glued beneath them.

A note was taped to his palm: 'Even iron needs personality! –Your Friendly Neighborhood Flesh Advocate'

He flexed his fingers experimentally. Ten tiny faces stared back at him, mustaches wiggling with the movement.

"Ridiculous" he muttered. Then, after a pause: "Though the adhesive work is... impressively precise."

His Iron Hands found him an hour later still in his forge carefully crafting tiny hats for his new finger-friends. When questioned he simply stated: "If they're going to have faces, they need proper protection."

Magnus

Magnus opened his grimoire to continue transcribing forbidden knowledge but the ancient Prosperine text had been... edited. Aggressive red corrections covered every page:

'THEIR, not THERE!' 'You're thinking of 'eldritch,' not 'eldrich' — common mistake!'' This entire paragraph is a run on sentence. Please revise.' ' Citation needed.'

The final page bore a grade: 'C+ – Good ideas, poor execution. See me after class. P.S. – Your handwriting is lovely!'

Magnus stared, his psychic might rippling with... bewilderment. Someone had grammar checked the mysteries of the universe. The sheer audacity was almost... admirable?

"Fascinating" he murmured while examining the corrections. "Though I maintain that 'eldrich' is an acceptable variant..."

He spent the afternoon revising his work. When Ahriman found him Magnus was muttering about proper citation formats and the importance of thesis statements.

This part is extremely short, but in exchange I'll bring the next part much sooner. Hopefully. Life loves keeping me busy.

[kestrelmando]

I'm back with more LADs lore predictions 🤔

1. Miss Hunter's origins as a celestial being made into a humanoid form --

By the game's definition, protocores are; dropped by Wanderers once they are killed and carry celestial energy that can be harnessed for many applications.

We've seen several specific protocores:

A. The Creatio protocore, during Zayne's Foreseer myth. This protocore is said to contain Astra's power and Zayne says "Astra's power is yours to wield" after Miss Hunter absorbs it. Interestingly, he also mentions prior in the myth that her heart condition stems from "resonance with it" and that the Creatio protocore was growing stronger by "draining away" Miss Hunter's life.

B. The specific protocore Xavier searched for and found during his time on Philos. I don't believe it's ever named. I'm not convinced this wasn't Miss Hunter being vague and telling Xavier a cure existed to give him hope so I don't really include this one.

C. Destructio, I'm not sure this was ever confirmed as a protocore but I'm making an assumption here. The "energy" of Miss Hunter from Caleb's myth as A-01.

D. Construo, same as above I am assuming this is a protocore. The "energy" of Caleb as X-02 in his myth. Interestingly, A-01 and X-02 appear to be able to switch these energies -- creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin. I think there are meant to be one protocore. Perhaps this a situation where Miss Hunter has one half of it and Caleb the other.

E. The Spatium core, spatium literally meaning space or displacement or even the distance between two points. In the story, it's been used to influence spaces and create new ones.

F. Special shoutout to the Aether core class, a rare fragment or complete crystal filled with celestial energy. Aether meaning the sky, the dominion of the gods (assuming they are using the mythical definition) and the god of light. A complete Aether core has its own energy shield to protect it. Aether cores come from "the very core of the cosmos". For a long time, I assumed Sylus's eye contained half of Miss Hunter's Aether core and that was why it's unstable. But Zayne says "the energy in your heart has always been stable" and that it "forms a shield when attacked". Miss Hunter's Aether core is in one, complete piece.

G. The Origo core, recently introduced in Death and Rebirth. It descends from the cosmos and finds (seeks out?) dying planets. Then a "tiny protocore" is born from destruction after a planet "collapses inward". and dies. This introduces a chicken and egg problem for me: was there an origin Origo core? Or a planet must die for one to be produced? Was the cosmos made from THE Origo core? If so, how was the very first one produced? By who/what?

SO - Miss Hunter? The game keeps making a point to inform us that it is time AND space that is being altered/bent.

She appears to be based on the Greek Gaia or the Egyptian Nut.

Nut is summarized as the goddess of the sky, stars, the cosmos, mothers, astronomy, and the universe.

Gaia is summarized as the Earth personified, the mother of all life.

She will likely be a combo of the two inspiration wise, given that there supposedly more planets in Deepspace besides Earth.

She travels the universe, comes upon/looks for dying planets and plants a seed of herself in the planet's core. This seed is an Origo core and is powered by her essence. The Origo core builds a new planet and eventually the Origo core houses itself in a human/humanoid personification of her.

These human seeds become our Beloved Bride, Sea Witch, A-01, Thief, the Master of Fate's companion, Knight, Queen, Dragon, and Gladiator. I still maintain my earlier stance that these lives do not intersect nor happen on the same planet or timelime since Miss Hunter's Origo powers allow her to part time and space.

Overall, I think she will be a mix of various mythologies.

Astra seems to have a particular grudge against Miss Hunter, her being part of a pantheon would make sense. Something clearly happened between her and Astra. He seems to be following her across time and space, even if he isn't named explicitly.

In the end? My money is that she is the goddess of life and free will while Astra is the god of death and fate -- two sides of the same coin, locked in an unending battle. I still maintain Astra is the big bad. And what makes her immortal is the Origo protocore.

2. Miss Hunter's latest iteration --

If indeed Miss Hunter seeded all the planets that would presumably include Earth. So is our Miss Hunter a seed that has been on Earth for millenia and recently awakened? I'm not so sure.

I realize this is Zayne and his mystery mission to the Arctic, but the imagery makes me wonder if there IS a Miss Hunter for Dawnbreaker, the OG Earth seed, but she is trapped somewhere by Astra or somehow dormant....perhaps stuck in the Arctic in a different time/space pocket?

In short, I think our latest iteration of Miss Hunter is the gladiator version of her with Sylus. They agree to run away together and something happens to split them up. I believe this is where Sylus ends up in the time space prison and Miss Hunter?

The Deepspace Tunnel being described as "vast" is interesting. It feels like the Temporal Loom from Loki. There is one Deepspace Tunnel, and everything branches from it. Deepspace Tunnel = an Olympus of sorts in the middle/a pocket removed from time and space?

She falls through the Deepspace Tunnel to Earth. If she can manipulate time and space, as it appears she can, she could be falling through multiple times/spaces of the Deepspace Tunnel and "jumping" in her distress.

But our Miss Hunter has protocore syndrome and lacks the power she's supposed to have? The Deepspace Tunnel tore them from her during her fall and they fell from her as protocores. She doesn't have a weak heart -- she's incomplete. The specific, named protocores are easily and "accidentally" absorbed by her because they belong to her, they are pieces of her.

She's going to be weak and unstable until she is complete. She's gotta pull a Thanos and collect them things!

And when she does? Along with sorting thru her memories? She's gonna be scary.

3. But wait -- what about her weak heart in the myths with boys?

This circles back to she can manipulate time and space -- perhaps the Deepspace Tunnel was originally her means of travel and something went wrong? Altered by Astra? Either way, she appears to be incomplete in some (all?) of the myths as well. Her heart with Xavier and Foreseer Zayne, something is "wrong" with her power with Master of Fate Zayne, etc.

If the Goddess version of her is where all the seed versions of her draw their power from, is something wrong with the Goddess and that's why her seeds are weak?

It also occurs to me the boys could have pieces of her as well from their origins and that explains the inexorable draw to each other. Their choice to fall in love but the type of locked eyes with a stranger in a crowded room and can't look away draw.

Or perhaps the boys are celestial bodies as well, I did see a theory to support this (would love to credit the original person who thought that one up, please let me know) on various platforms -- Miss Hunter seeds the planet and becomes intertwined with it.

I think that's all for now 😅😆🤣🤣🤣

[kaymarie-bell]

Diasomnia Spoilers - Malleus’ Backstory Translation

This was truly our Twisted Wonderland 🫡 As always, done by me, expect some mistakes. Do not repost to other sites

Malleus, narrating: The gift bestowed upon me at birth is….a great power that diminishes everything else.

Member A: Malleus-sama, you were born to be the ruler of the night. Let us each give a blessing to the prince.

Member A: From me, he shall receive the [Power] to repel all. The thunder that strikes down everything that stands in his way. No one will be able to touch you or hurt you.

Member B: From me, he shall receive the [Voice] that commands darkness. A freezing wind that blows over the Devil’s Mountain. The terrifying sound that will make anyone tremble and submit to you.

Member C: From me, he shall receive the [Time] that will never pass. Unchanging and eternal, like the stars in the night sky. In the ever-changing world, his light will be our guiding beacon of hope.

All: May you receive the blessings of the night-

Malleus: Gyaah!! (Note: he’s making tiny dragon noises)

Malleus, narrating: But, what I really wanted was…

Maid A: Your Highness, it is time to awaken. We shall prepare your clothes and hair.

Maid B: First, let me comb your hair.

Malleus (child):…yes, please.

The maid pulls his hair by mistake

Malleus (child):…ouch!

*Lighting strike*

Maid B: *screams*

Chamberlain/Maid A:…!!

Maid B: *cries*

Malleus (child): Ah! I’m sorry, I…!

Maid A: You don’t need to worry, Your Highness

Chamberlain: There’s no need for you to apologize. This inexperienced servant is the one who caused pain to Your Highness.

Maid B: I, I…I am so sorry…!

Chamberlain: Dismiss this person immediately.

Maid A: Understood.

Malleus (child):…..

*rushing steps*

Malleus (child): Lilia! You’re back from your travels!

Lilia: Oh, Malleus! It’s been a while. Your bipedal form is really coming along…

Malleus: Yes! I’m completely used to walking now…ah!

*Malleus stumbles and Lilia catches him*

Lilia: Whoa! Phew, that was close. Even if you’re used to it, it still seems to be a work in progress.

Malleus (child): Ugh, my legs got tangled on my tail…I’m alright now, you can put me down.

Lilia: Hehe. You’ve gotten quite heavy compared to the time you were an egg. You feel weighty in my arms.

Malleus (child): Of course. I’m already 22 years old.

Lilia: 22 years old, you’re still practically a baby. But you do have awfully large hands and feet!

Lilia: It appears that this one will grow up to be a fine dragon, just like his parents.

Malleus (child): *giggling* Stop tickling the soles of my feet, Lilia!

Lilia: Tickle, tickle, tickle.

Malleus (child): *Laughing*

*Malleus’ magic activates*

Lilia: Ugh!

Malleus (child): Lilia! Your ear is injured…!

Lilia: Ugh…It’s alright, don’t worry about it.

Malleus (child): B-but…!

Lilia: It’s alright, it’s alright. Calm down. Take a deep breath first…Yes, good job.

Malleus (child):…I’m sorry, Lilia. You got hurt because of my voice.

Lilia: This isn’t a big deal. Don’t fret over it.

Lilia: Just a bit more training, and then you’ll be able to control your power better.

Malleus (child):…understood.

Lilia:…Sorry, I’m afraid I have to leave now.

Malleus (child): Huh, already?

Lilia: Work hard while I’m gone, Malleus.

Malleus (child): Yes…I will study harder.

[next chapter]

*fireworks exploding in the background*

Malleus (child):…it’s quite noisy outside.

Chamberlain: Today is His Highness Malleus’ birthday. The citizens are celebrating with fireworks. If the sound is offensive to your ears, I’ll put a stop to it right away.

Malleus (child): That won’t be necessary…where is Grandmother?

Chamberlain:…Her Majesty the Queen has just departed the royal palace due to urgent official matters

Malleus (child): Ah…

Chamberlain: Her Majesty was looking forward to having a meal Your Highness…I am pleased to deliver her handwritten letter of congratulations.

Malleus (child):…I see.

*Magic activates, snow falls*

Chamberlain: C-congratulations on your birthday….Uh, the c-celebratory banquet is s-set.

Servants: Congratulations on your birthday, His Highness Malleus.

Malleus (child): Are you telling me to eat all this food by myself?

Chamberlain: T-the royal chefs have w-worked hard in their preparations.

Servants: *shivering*

Malleus (child):…all of you, why are you trembling?

Chamberlain: There’s n-nothing wrong…

Malleus (child):…what is this? The soup is frozen…oh!

*wind howls*

Servants: *scream*

Malleus (child): The entire room is freezing…is this my fault?

Malleus (child):…that’s enough. I don’t need any food.

Chamberlain: B-but…Your Highness!

Malleus (child): I said I don’t want it!!

*magic activates, servants scream*

Maid A: I’m going to freeze!

Malleus (child):…! *runs*

Maid A: Please wait, Your Highness…Your Highness Malleus…!

Malleus, narrating: I don’t know. How to laugh with someone. The warmth that comes from touching someone else. What does that even look like.

Everyone says “you have the power to make everything turn out your way”

When in reality, the more I try to obtain the more I end up losing.

I could easily shatter this fragile world by simply expressing my emotions.

I just wanted to be angry. I just wanted to laugh…I wanted to cry. That was all.

There is no seat for me to share joy with everyone else.

I can’t even bring myself to say “I want to join your group of friends”

Do I have to continue living like this for all eternity?

All alone, until the day I return to the stars.

What a blessing. This is just…a curse!

???: Malleus…Malleus.

Malleus:…Lilia?

[next chapter]

Malleus:…where am I? What was I doing…

I feel like…I’ve having a bad dream for a long time.

Lilia: Listen up, Malleus.

Lilia: Blessed as the star of evil for humanity…no, you’re a cursed child.

Lilia: Even we fairies can no longer live in a world of fairy tales.

Lilia: Even you with your magic cannot resist the passage of time.

Lilia:…Come on, Malleus. It’s time to wake up from this dream.

Lilia: I, too, must go soon.

Malleus: Lilia? Where are you going?

Lilia:…Don’t worry. As you said, 1000 years is but a blink of an eye. Next time we meet, please tell me many stories of your travels.

Malleus: What are you saying?

Lilia: May the blessings of the night be with you.

Malleus: Wait…Don’t go. Please, don’t go! LILIA-!!

Idia:…Malleus-shi!

[radiel101]

Smol Oisin

Yes, hes's an wastern dragon in my head cannon fight me! (Pls don't)

“C-Could we work together?" Adaine blinks. She turns her head to the source of the stuttering voice, and comes face to face with a scrawny, blue dragonborn. Horns and fins that are too big for his tiny form, an oversized pair of glasses resting on a small snout. A shirt that’s just a little too large, tucked into pants; a tail that lashes from side to side with anxious energy.

Another drawing for @serenescribe 's fic