#dragon's writing

[wolf-2099]

☆ A Reflection of Myself, in You ☆

Word Count: 1,644

Pairing: Wolf2099 (Wolf Spider x Miguel O'Hara)

Summary: Two very broken Spider-Men from two very different worlds find a sense of comfort in each other. And it makes both of them uneasy. But they yearn for it while desperately trying to push it away. Blah blah it's a wedding fic. Lots of dialogue.

"Miguel. Do you remember when you proposed to me?" "I do."

Wolf laughed. There was a hint of annoyance behind it.

The two men sat next to each other, legs hanging over the edge of a random building's rooftop. They didn't sit too close to each other, but not too far apart either. Just enough space between the two of them. Just how they liked it.

"You asked me to marry you before you asked me out on a date." Wolf scoffed.

"No, I said I wanted to marry you. I never asked you to do anything." Miguel glanced at Wolf out of the corner of his eye. His expression was serious. The impenetrable fortress that was Miguel O'Hara and his emotions stood tall, even during a topic like this.

"When you say you want to marry someone, it leads the other person to believe that, oh I don't know, you want it to be reciprocated."

"And I never once said that, did I?"

"You're impossible."

Miguel cracks a smile at that. Wolf notices and smiles in return.

"I'm being serious, Miguel." Wolf Spider continues.

"When did I say you weren't?"

Wolf growled. "It's like you're trying to piss me off."

"I'm not. You just get mad too easily."

Silence falls over them. The sounds of the city below them fills the air and mixes with the tension between the two. Cars honk, a few party-goers are shouting, and the air vibrates with pollution.

"Do you still want to marry me? Even now?" Wolf asks.

"I do." Miguel answers.

"Even though I get mad too easily?"

"Even despite that, I do."

"Why?" Wolf scoots a bit closer to Miguel, challenging him. Invading his space. Both physically and emotionally. "Why would you want to marry me?"

"You're broken and busted and messed up." Miguel sits still, letting Wolf invade.

"And?"

"That's it."

"And here I thought you'd fall for my devilish good looks and witty humor." Wolf laughed.

"Those actually annoy me more than anything." Miguel laughs in return.

More silence. More sounds of the city. The two of them have moved closer to each other, but not enough. There's still that distance. Surprisingly, it's Miguel that breaks the silence this time.

"You're a mess. You don't trust anybody easily. You have anger problems and then get even angrier because you lost your temper in the first place. You push people away and isolate yourself because you think that you aren't allowed to be near anyone because you're a monster."

Wolf Spider tries to laugh, but it falls flat before he can even let it out. "You describing me, or yourself here?"

Silence.

And then,

A realization.

"Oh," Wolf looks at Miguel. "You are describing yourself. That's the whole point, isn't it?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Miguel shrugs.

Wolf stares at him, body fully turned to face Miguel. Miguel, however, is still facing forward. Facing away from Wolf. Staring out into the city.

"Explain a few things for me, would ya, Miguel? You've a very particular man who does things in a particular way. So what's the truth behind the half-confession half-proposal. And why someone so similar to you? No offense, but neither of us quite like ourselves enough to want to marry someone exactly like us."

Miguel gives a quiet half chuckle at that.

"With how perceptive you can be, it sure did take you long enough to pick up on it," Miguel stares back at Wolf from the corner of his eyes. Still not turning his head to look at him. Still keeping his body forward. Still closed off. "It's because we hate ourselves so much that I want to marry you."

"You want someone who sees themself in you, to reject you. React with disgust at your confession. Is that it? How selfish," Wolf scoffs. "Using me for your own self-flagellation."

Wolf faces forward again. He lays his hands neatly over his lap as he looks up at the stars in the sky. Miguel tilts his head slightly to look at him. The give and take of one looking away and the other looking at them. The silent game of tug-of-war.

"You're wrong, Miguel. We are very different."

"You made me explain myself, so is it only fair that I ask you to explain what you mean by that?" Miguel leans back on his hands. One hand slides closer to Wolf Spider. Wanting to grab him, touch him, pull him towards himself. But it stops just a few inches shy.

"You want someone to be the man in the mirror. To look at you with the same amount of disgust and hatred that you see in yourself every morning. But you're wrong. That person won't be me. We're different enough that I don't see myself in you."

"How exactly are we different from each other then? Tell me your perspective on it, Wolf." Miguel stares at him. Watches. "Is it because we're two different worlds? Past and future? Animal and human?"

Wolf Spider shakes his head, "No. It's because while you want to marry me because of your own self-hatred," He grits his fangs, tightening his fists until his claws prick at the palm of his skin, "I want you to marry me because you see the good in me."

Miguel's eyes widen.

Silence.

"Back then, when you told me you wanted to marry me, do you remember what I said?"

Miguel nods, "Yeah. You laughed and said you'd give me a year. If I convinced you that I was worth it in that year, you'd marry me."

"I did. And I made my decision long ago. Would you like to know when I made my decision?"

"I would." Miguel's voice is quiet, gentle. As he sits next to this predator, he speaks so gently. Like he's afraid to scare him away.

"Two months after you said that to me. And I decided then and there that you had proven yourself to me."

It made Miguel uncomfortable, the way Wolf Spider stared out into the night. How he looked forward, and not at him.

"Do you still feel the same?" Miguel asks.

"I do." Wolf answers.

"I'm sorry-" Miguel tries to speak.

"Don't." Wolf interrupts him.

"Let me finish, Wolfie."

Wolf sighs as his shoulders relax. Miguel smiles. He knows that nickname can always tame the beast even in his worse moments.

"As I was saying, I'm sorry we never had this conversation sooner."

"And why is that?" Wolf turns his head slightly, watching Miguel now.

"Because, truthfully, I changed my mind a long time ago too," Miguel tenses up as he watches Wolf Spider turn his body to face him fully once more. He breathes in before continuing. "At a point, it stopped being that I wanted to marry you. And instead, I decided I wanted you to marry me."

"You wanted me to like you." Wolf stated, bluntly.

"Yeah."

"You stopped seeing me as a way to punish yourself."

"Yeah."

"Can you say something different next time?"

Miguel smiled. "For this one, or the next one?"

"Next one."

"Yeah."

Wolf smiled back. The two of them moved closer, fingers brushing against each other.

"Why?" Wolf frowned as he asked. As if he was afraid to know the answer. As if the words might burn. "What changed your mind?"

"Back when you told me about the touchstones you werewolves have. A person that is so important to you that they help you hold on to your humanity. Was I supposed to catch on? That..." Miguel hesitates. "Were you confessing that I was your touchstone?"

"Kinda?" Wolf laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, you… You are. You are the one person I feel like I can really connect with. For better or for worse. That.. Did that really make you change your mind?"

"It did, but it wasn't so much that I changed my mind and more that I realized I didn't want to let you down. Because I realized that by being your connection to humanity, that meant you saw something in me. And that I am something worth holding on to. It made me realize that you didn't see us as the same. I realized you would never hate me. Wolf, I wanted to marry you because I thought that you were the only person with as much self-hatred as me that you never would. That you would reject me, and that I could justify being alone. But then you went and ruined it by seeing something worth loving in me. You made me realize that there's enough humanity left in me to see past the monster."

"Miguel," Wolf Spider speaks. Gently, soft as lamb wool, "if you can see yourself in me… And I can see something worth loving in you… Can you see that as well?"

"No," Miguel shakes his head. "But I see something worth loving in you. And honestly? It scares me."

"It scares me too. We can be scared together."

The two of them close the distance. Up on the roof of a random building, overlooking the city streets and lights, the two of them lean on each other for the first time. Wolf's head rests on Miguel's shoulder as Miguel rests his head on top of Wolf's. Fingers lace together as they look out over the city together.

Miguel breaks the silence once more.

"In the morning, once the court house opens up, wanna go get married?"

"Did you ever buy a ring? Just in case I said 'yes' some day?"

Miguel laughs, "No."

Wolf laughs with him. He smiles, baring his fangs to the stars watching them up above. The glow of the full moon illuminates them in a warm light. A kind of warmth Wolf was not familiar with from the moon.

"Sure, let's go get married tomorrow."

[thewritingdragonelf]

(This was meant to be like no more than 500 words. I accidentally added another thousand lmao)

A lightning stroke the floor. The rain kept hitting the rooftop.

She was just there, sitting by the window, watching it fall.

The lights of the house weren't working, so it was all dark.

Her face was only lit by the moonlight, and it was just enough to see her expression: she looked so peaceful, almost like a corpse. Her pale skin and her perpetually cold touch added to it.

I sometimes could even swear she was dead.

I approach her slowly, the wooden floor cracking under my steps makes her turn around quickly to see me.

"Hey," I say softly and lean on the wall next to her.

"Hey," her answer was dry.

No, not dry. Just distant. She didn't want to talk. She turned around to face the window again without waiting a second more.

"Do you like it?"

"I could die out there."

She was always like this, it requires a special... "ability" to watch something so calmly and yet feel so scared of it.

"You're dead already anyway," I think to myself and chuckle out loud.

She looks at me with confusion, probably wondering what I was laughing about.

My shoulder starts to hurt and my legs are tired from standing, so I sit on the floor resting my elbows on my knees.

"Do you like it?"

"I don't think so."

She was never straight forward. It's never a yes or no, everything depends on everything.

"Why are you watching if you don't like it?"

"I didn't say I don't like it."

But she did say she doesn't think she likes it.

"Then what do you think about it?"

"It could kill me."

She's always thinking about death. And I wonder again to myself, why do you care if you're already dead?

If she was any paler, I'm sure I'd be able to see her muscles under her skin.

I feel like I can almost see through her.

"It's calming, isn't it?"

"Maybe."

It's not calming, it stresses me out. I hate repetitive sounds. Maybe it would be better if I was in my bed during a Saturday morning, as a child, with the heater of my room on. But I'm not, I'm here, I'm cold, I forgot where I put my jacket and my blanket, and I'm tired.

"Does it bother you?"

"Not really."

But it isn't calming either.

We've been through this before. We do this so often, it feels like I've been repeating the same conversation for the last eternity.

I sigh. I stand up.

"Should I close the curtains?"

"If you want to."

But she seems so calm that I don't want to ruin it.

"I'll go get us a blanket."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

She isn't cold. Why is she never cold? She's wearing a sleeveless nightgown and no pants, she only has her slippers to protect her feet from the dirt and whatever might get them hurt.

I remember her being so in love with fashion.

I'm a simple person, I like plain outfits, they're easy to match and I avoid the risk of looking bad.

She has never been. I remember her being so in love with fashion, but it feels as if she's been wearing the same outfit, or at least very similar ones, for the last eternity.

I leave to get a blanket.

On the way I wonder if I've also been wearing too similar of clothes lately.

We don't have mirrors, but I can't remember why. Maybe that's the reason she always looks the same, she doesn't have anything to see how she looks so she goes with whatever she knows makes her look good, like wearing the same hairstyle all the time. But she still has makeup on everyday.

"She's just so used to it that she doesn't need to look in a mirror to see what she's doing," I tell myself as I take out a big and heavy blanket from the furniture.

I walk back to the room she is in. There's a sofa there, maybe we could cuddle and take a nap until it's morning.

I smile at the thought. It's been so long since we last did that.

As I struggle to carry it, a cold hand touches my shoulder. It's her. She's so fast and quiet, I almost think she's passing through the walls.

"Hey."

"Hey."

I grunt while I keep trying to carry the blanket. It's probably too big and heavy.

She takes the blanket with ease; she has always been stronger than me.

She carries it to the room and I follow her.

She puts the folded blanket on the sofa. She sits next to it and unfolds it, then she covers every part of her under her neck with it.

She uncovers her left arm and pats the cushion next to her.

I go over and sit on the place she patted.

I cover myself the same way as her with the blanket.

She leans on my shoulder. I lean on her head.

She's taller, but she likes being held.

She closes her eyes. I put my arm around her shoulders.

"I have to do something," she speaks breaking the silence.

"What thing?"

It weirded me out at first that she was the one to start the conversation this time.

"I don't know. Something."

"Where?"

I speak curious, perhaps even worried.

"Outside. There's something outside."

I turn around to look outside the window.

"There's nothing outside."

I try to stand up to close the curtains and see if it would calm her.

She holds me tightly by the long sleeve of my sleeping shirt before I'm even an inch away from the sofa.

"There was someone. Don't close it. I need to see them. There was someone. They need me. There was someone."

She keeps repeating that and over again.

Her breathing quickens. Her eyes start tearing up.

I embrace her hoping it would help, but it doesn't help.

It never helps, now that I think about it.

It's been raining for so long. When was the last time I saw the sun?

Ages ago. I no longer remember its light, its warmth.

When was the last time I saw the dusk? Ages ago. And the dawn? Probably even longer than that.

When was the last time I went outside? I already forgot.

We did this last night, didn't we?

We did. We do this every night. We've done this every night for longer than I can count or feel.

She looks out the window, I ask the same questions every time, and I get the same answers every time. I offer her a blanket, she rejects it because she isn't cold, because she's never cold. I go get the blanket anyway, in hopes of being together and warm myself up. I fail due to its weight, she comes to me to help even when I didn't ask her, even when she rejected the blanket at first. We greet each other with a simple "hey" and she takes it herself to the room, she puts it in the sofa, she asks me to sit with her, we cuddle, and she repeats that same sentence "there's someone outside".

There's no one outside. I keep telling her there's no one outside.

She doesn't believe me. She sees someone outside. I've never seen them.

She cries, I hug her. She calms down. After a while, she-

"Can you look at our kid?"

She's calm now.

After a while, she asks me to go watch our kid.

I nod.

I stand up trying not to uncover her or mess up the blanket too much.

I go to his room.

I open the door.

The room is empty. I turn around to leave.

Reality hits me like a freight train.

The room is empty.

The room is empty.

The room is empty.

I start to breathe rapidly.

I run to the room, I run to her.

I scream her name, but I can't hear it, I can't hear what I'm saying.

I stumble against the wall a couple times.

"It's empty! The room is empty!"

Her stare is blank with fear.

"There's someone outside."

She stands up quickly and opens the door to go outside.

She doesn't bring an umbrella. She doesn't put on a raincoat or a jacket. She goes outside in her nightgown and slippers.

I don't put on a jacket. I don't put a raincoat. I don't put on shoes, I'm walking barefoot on the mud and water.

I see her slip and fall on the mud. I try to run faster.

I hear a thunder behind me and see a lightning.

I turn around. I see our son by the closed door. He has tears in his eyes. He's shaking.

The wind closed the door and it locked by itself. I didn't bring the keys.

We're locked out.

I yell at him to stay there and avoid the rain. He has a raincoat with a hat attached, a jacket under it, a wool hat on his head under the raincoat. He's well covered. He'll be fine.

He nods, still shaking.

I turn around and walk fast to her.

I kneel down. Her head is bleeding. Her chest isn't moving.

I feel my face getting wet, I can't tell if it's the rain or if I'm crying. It's probably both.

I hear myself sobbing. I hope he isn't listening, I hope he isn't scared. I hope he's still okay. I don't want to turn around. I don't want to turn around and see him behind me crying too.

I slowly stand up. I look behind me, but I don't fully turn my head.

He's still there looking at me. He's scared. He's crying.

I close my eyes, breathe deeply and hope for the best.

I'm sure he knows what to do. I'm sure he is about to get the nearest neighbor to help soon.

I see a flash of light. Another lightning.

I can still feel the tears and rain running down my face.

A lightning stroke the floor. The rain kept hitting the rooftop.

She was just there, sitting by the window, watching it fall.

The lights of the house weren't working, so it was all dark.

Her face was only lit by the moonlight, and it was just enough to see her expression: she looked so peaceful, almost like a corpse. Her pale skin and her perpetually cold touch added to it.

I sometimes could even swear she was dead.

"Hey."

"Hey."

[dragon-ascent]

Imagine teasing Zhongli in his tiny dragon form...and it backfires.

"My daaaarling!" You smooch the bajeezums out of your husband, who is currently small, fluffy, and chonky for your cuddling convenience. "My precious sweetie pie!"

Tiny dragon Zhongli purrs in delight and licks your cheek, eyes blissfully closed as he enjoys the attention he's receiving. His little paws cling to your top as his chunky tail wags like crazy. On leisurely days like these, he adores lounging around like this with you. "Ah, there's not a single being softer, warmer, or cuter than you," you tell Zhongli, booping his little nose, and he gives you a mrrrrp! of agreement, wiggling.

Eventually, through all the cuddles and compliments you give him, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You bring him closer to your face.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

You laugh in delight as your fluffy little husband wriggles in dismay, but you're not letting go - you playfully chomp the air around him while he lets out soft whines, pawing and grrring in futility at you.

You can't help it; he's so much fun to tease! "So cute! I'm gonna eat you! Raaaah!"

He then decides he's had enough and morphs back into the human-form Zhongli you are most accustomed to.

"Oh! Hello my love!" You make to cuddle your now-grown man of a husband, but Zhongli adjusts his position over you so that he's practically straddling you now, his hands splayed on either side of your head. "Zh-Zhongli..?"

"Hm." He brings his thumb to caress your cheek. "I am that amusing when small, is it?"

"Well..." You squirm in embarrassment, and gasp when Zhongli nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, reveling in your scent. He then begins to make use of his teeth and tongue, making you shiver and whimper after his hot breath lingers.

"So cute." He softly bites your shoulder, a preamble for what was to come. His golden eyes gleam bright as the ghost of a teasing smirk plays on his lips.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

[sirobvious]

“You just wrote your medieval fantasy setting to have medieval gender roles and homophobia and prejudice because you secretly fantasize about being able to be sexist and homophobic in a land with no PoC without any pushback! It’s fantasy, there’s dragons and wizards, it doesn’t have to have prejudice unless you, the writer, want it like that! In *my* D&D setting, there’s no sexism or homophobia, so that gay transgender women of all races can be holy knights fighting to protect the good kingdom from the endless hordes of the evil dark race that has threatened its borders for a thousand years!”

[min0uze]

Xenk tries his best to answer Ed's question 😌🪱💕

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

[why-is-it-always-autumn]

It's good and cool to give your characters a single simple, straightforward, non-urgent, super-achievable goal that shouldn't really cost anything or hurt anyone, make that the driving factor for most of their decisions, and then have the Plot do everything in its power to stop them.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Dungeon Meshi crew 'leap' into action!

[wolf-2099]

[dragon-kazansky]

Bridgerton shade of blue

Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader

Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.

♡♡♡

Season One

Chapter One - Mr Bridgerton

Chapter Two - Empty drawing rooms

Chapter Three - Becoming acquainted

Chapter Four - Roots for friendship

Chapter Five - Diamonds

Chapter Six - Splendid

Chapter Seven - The prince

Chapter Eight - Sparkling diamond

Chapter Nine - Late night scandals

Chapter Ten - Duel at dawn

Chapter Eleven - Ruse to ruse

Chapter Twelve - Beautiful day for a wedding

Chapter Thirteen - Passionate

Chapter Fourteen - Scandals in abundance

Chapter Fifteen - Rhythm of our hearts

Chapter Sixteen - Entanglement

Chapter Seventeen - End of the season

♡♡♡

Season Two

The tag list is full! I'm sorry! I've reached the capacity!

[dragon-ascent]

Imagine how curious about humanity Morax must have been when he first began ruling over them. Pre-Liyue and pre-Guili Assembly era. He probably didn't even have a human form then, so he'd lord his land in exuvia form.

"Why do you humans cover your bodies?" the draconic god asks you, eyes sweeping over the long tunic you're wearing. His elongated form coils nicely around the hilltop, with enough room still for his tail to swish around.

You're nearly sent rolling down this hill in surprise at your god's question. "Well, my lord," you squeak after a beat, "clothes protect us from the heat and cold. They also protect our modesty."

"Modesty?" he repeats.

Nodding, you continue meekly, "Our bodies are precious and certain parts are private. It's embarrassing for other people to see them..." Your face burns with every word you say.

The god mulls this over for a moment. "I see. It is a body possessed by all, yet it must be concealed...how intriguing."

Not wanting to let this drag on, you start to turn around. "I-if you'll excuse me, my lord, I need to go take a bath. It's been a long day outside..."

Morax seems to think for a moment. "Very well. Allow me to assist you." His tail wags.

Your eyes widen. "Assist with - with the bath?!"

"Yes. Why not?"

It feels like you'll explode from the mortification. "Modesty, my lord...I wish to protect my modesty!" You fret over whether he'll find it rude if you just took off and ran right about now.

Morax tilts his head, his fur whipping in the evening breeze. "But I am not a human, so you needn't protect yourself from me. And as a god, it is my duty to help my people where I am able."

"So kind of you, yes! But no thank you! Goodbye!" You practically tumble down the hill to get away, leaving a slightly nonplussed Morax behind.

Unfortunately, the river you go to bathe in is also the river Morax has decided to drink from today. He maintains eye contact with you the whole time.

[regal-bones]

Been a while since I’ve posted a big collection of swords in one place - here’s some recent commissions 🗡️🗡️🗡️

you can support me on Patreon for £1 and help me keep making art!

[ghostbsuter]

"Hey constantine, who's that?" Someone asks and Connie looks down at Danny, blue eyes staring back at him.

"My coworker."

"He's my dad."

"What?"

"What."

—

Who knew John Constantine would gain a ward, one being such a little mischievous bastard with bright eyes and good heart.

He certainly didn't.

Nor did he expect the stabby Robin to get into a heated argument with his ward, gesturing to his form next to Batman and spit venom.

"But‐ Damian! Look at him! I can fix him!" Danny argues back and Robin, so done with this, rips his mask off and—

Oh.

They have the same face.

Connie looks at Batman, nervous what the reveal will change.

("I don't care if you can 'fix' him, danyal! Return to Father, to me!")

Batman stares back.

("Connie is dad shaped! I chose him myself, damian! Leave me and my choice alone!")

The day will only get longer, it seems.

[spacerockband]

overly specific dnd meme that could also be about godhood if you think about it

[daily-dragon-drawing]

#2 -玉森 (jade forest)- A pretty green dragon and protector of forests 🌿🍃✨🌲🌳

[biowho]