#rest in pieces drago

[hyperiinked]

guess who just watched httyd 2 and got so angry at drago they got a headache from too many emotions at once

thats right

ME

its worse cause i alrewdy had a headache prior to watching it and now its worse😢

[lukie17]

Ordering a body pillow of them!

It was a sleepless night when you decided to doom scroll until sleep finally kicked in. Until an ad caught your attention, a deal of a costume made dakimakura. It was 50% off and you could ask for the pillow to show a fictional character, an actor or even someone you knew. Without thinking twice, you send the picture of your husband with your specifications.

You tried to keep it a secret from him, until he found out.

Xavier

He was supposed to be on a mission and not return until a few days later. While he was gone, you used the pillow and put it back into your secret spot. But this time it went wrong, Xavier being the freak he is, ended up the mission earlier than expected and wanted to pass out in the arms of his partner in life.

But what did he find? His beautiful wife hugging someone else. He did not know who it was nor he cared, he yanked the pillow out of you and his sword pressed against the "neck" of the intruder. Scared out of the sudden attack, you raised your weapon and aimed at him, carefully turning the lights.

Xavier's scowl only grew heavier as his own eyes met him. The pillow showed him in his cat butler self with the difference that his uniform was open, showing his torso and chest. The hunter's face was an enigma, and you froze, knowing too damn well that it could either go wrong or really wrong. Xavier was even jealous of himself and the pillow might trigger it even more.

To your demise, but not surprising, Xavier cut the pillow into tiny pieces. You sighed as you let him rage, trying to find the right words to ease him, maybe there could be a way where you get out of the mess without walking funny for the next few days. But the beast was on the loose.

In a second, Xavier's lips were on your own, one hand pressing you against the bed while the other one ripped his uniform apart. His kisses were a warning, he would make sure that you won't even for a pillow or him.

Zayne

Zayne discovered it by accident. He was doing some spring cleaning at your apartment when he found it. Stacked at the bag of the closet, Zayne almost froze the dakimakura when he landed his eyes on it. Not because of jealousy, but he thought that there was an intruder.

Out of curiosity he examined the pillo. He was in his doctor's coat or at least a spicy version of it. He wondered why you had ordered it and when you did it. Since the pillow smelled like you, he guessed that it was something that you used frequently. Zayne could have taken the path of hiding the pillow away, and save you the embarrassment, but you had played a lot of pranks on him lately, so he had a score to settle.

That evening you walked home tired of a long shift and just wanted to rest, but Zayne had everything planned. As soon as you opened the door, he greeted you.

"Welcome home, cheater" sipping tea from his mug "Did you have a nice day?"

You were confused. You would never dare or wanted to cheat on Zayne. In fact, he looked really calm and was he smirking? He had not a smile on his face but you could tell something was going on.

"What?"

"No need to play dumb" his head pointing to your room "I have discovered the man that is in your bed"

No sound came from you, still trying to understand what was going on. Yes, you invited friends like Xavier or Caleb to your apartment but never cheated on Zayne. Wondering what made him act like that, only to discover your body pillow in bed. You wanted to crawl in a whole, you wanted to die and get eaten by a wanderer. But Zayne had other plans.

"I think I got the messge" his arms caging you against him "I need to stop more time with my wife or else she would leave me" before you could explain yourself, Zayne devoured your lips.

Sylus

He will never, never, NEVER, let you forget what you did. You were on your knees sitting on front of him as the pillow floated infront of you while Sylus made it turn around with his evol. In the pillow, he was wearing some kind of armor that looked like a dragon. It was both endaring and weird.

You did not know what to say. Sylus, as always, had the upper hand and there was no way gettint out of it. So you decided to play your trick card: jumping into his lap hopping to distract him but he had other plans.

The red mist caught you and pushed you down until your face was against the body pillow, making sure that your face was against his face in the pillow. Then he position himself behidn you, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I never thought that you would be such a naughty kitten" you could not tell if he was mad or happy about the fact that you had a body pillow of him, and you did not want to know "Though, I do not know what it took you to buy another version of me when you have me right here"

He sponned you around so you could face him, and when you tried to look away, his evol made you look at him. He looked like a lion about to devour his prey, and for the first time in a while you were a little afraid of Sylus, in a good way.

"Cat got your tongue?" he mocked as he leaned closer "Or are you only going to talk to the pillow, kitten?"

Sylus closed the distance between you, making sure that any sound woud be trapped in his mouth. You don't know if you regret buying the pillow or not changing the address direction to other place rather that your shared home with Sylus.

Caleb

My husband , Caleb would tease you and feel so flattered at the same time. He didn't know that you had it in you, but he also had to tease you as we know. He will lift the body pillow high enough for you to not reach it, and he will se your face blusing as you try to get it back.

"What's that pipsqueack? You missed me so much that you have to get one pillow out of me" you were basically a tomate, but you could not lose.

"Who are you to talk, panty-thief!"

Caleb froze and he left the pillow hit the floor, quickly you grab it at tossed in the closet.

"You- you know?" he was now the one who was turning red "How-how? I was sure that I was careful..."

"How could I not when my old underwear kept reapearing as if it was new!" you protested, hoping that he would forget the body pillow "You pervert! Why do you think I make sure to do all the laundry?"

The body pillow was now a thing from the past for him, the lonely travels to the deepspace tunnel were only bareable because he took a piece of you with him. He never anything pervert with them, but he liked to have them close, he did not know if he could survive with them. He got in his knees, and hugged your legs, looking like a dog who was sad for being scolded.

"Pips, pleasee" he rubbed against your legs "Let me do your laundry again"

You only sighed with relief, now he would forget about the pillow and let you be. After all, you need someting to cuddle against when he went to missions for while. Though you were lucky that he had not open the pillow and found his own underweare in there. What can you say? Weirdos attract each other

[lexsssu]

Whisper (Neuvillette)

TAGS: Neuvillette/Dragoness!reader, breeding, belly bulge, draconic traits (two d*cks), creampie, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“See how easily you take me inside of you every time? It’s like we’re two pieces from the same puzzle, perfectly slotted together…”

Neuvillette’s breath felt hot as it fanned against the shell of your ear, but even that paled in comparison to the heat between your legs as his cocks slipped in and out of your slick cunt.

The ridges that lined their length rubbed against your gummy walls, his tips knocking right at the entrance of your womb.

“Can you imagine it? My seed will fill your womb right here…and our children will be born from our union…” The hand that wasn’t toying with your clit wrapped around your waist, resting upon the area of your lower belly that had bulged ever so slightly from having him balls-deep inside of you.

And even as your pussy ached deliciously at the stretch as he stuffed you full with his virile cum, you didn’t have any wish, much less energy to pull away from him as he rubbed your belly while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Hey! Do you really think that pacifist Hiccup is fanon? No judgment, just...again, surprised by this interpretation. I'd imagine that if canon really thought Hiccup was balanced, they would have shown more of a moral struggle over the deaths related to him, no? But it's often left ambiguous (see Drago or random dragon hunter #3 who gets blasted out of the way Idk), which (to me) means people happily lived. Because they disappeared left and right without regard or mourning. We see no dead dragons or people on the ground after the Battle of the Bewilderbeast, for example, which makes the assumption that a lot of humans and animals must have died there, "objectively" wrong. Of course they needed to keep it kids-friendly, but I'd think if Hiccup was truly ruthless towards any threat to his family, they would have made the cost of peace a little more of an apparent theme. Thoughts?

I genuinely believe that Hiccup being a pacifist is a fanon thing because there's nothing in the actual canon to prove that he is.

Does Hiccup oppose war? Yes, he does. Httyd 2 is all about him wanting to prevent it from happening. In R(D)oB the thing with hiding the dragons away from Dagur was also to prevent a potential war with the Berserkers. (A war that did end up happening, although because Hiccup and Berk lied to Dagur and Hiccup fake protected him.)

Does Hiccup entirely oppose violence? Even as a means of settling disputes? No, he doesn't and every battle ever proves that. (More on that in the RttE section)

And if Httyd had a higher rating, we probably would've seen those bodies and we'd probably also see Stoick lying in pieces or at least disembowled from taking a plasma blast to the chest for his son and said son covered in his blood. The fact that we don't is simply because Httyd needs to appeal to all audiences and for the majority kids, like you said.

But this doesn't mean that people aren't actively dying in the tv-shows.

Barely passable screenshots, but these are from 'Heather Report Part 2' when Alvin holds Astrid above a cliff and that's not the face of someone who wants to be careful as he tells his Night Fury to blast him away.

Alvin gave Hiccup a choice in that scene; "surrender or I'll... well, you know the rest." Which in this context means that Hiccup should surrender or Alvin will drop Astrid to her death. Hiccup chooses to instead tell Toothless to "do it." And I doubt this means he holds no value for Astrid's life, but letting Alvin get away with the Book of Dragons just isn't an option either.

And let's not forget 'We Are Family Part 2', in which Hiccup and Toothless are so angry at Alvin for taunting him after hurting them (it's stated for days) that they don't think clearly and turn back around just to hurt him. A calculated move on Alvin's part, who hoped Hiccup would be too angry to think clearly. Angry people don't make for merciful people either.

Moving on from Alvin, shipwrecks are already hard to survive. You would need to wait for help to come to you and that is if you:

Don't drown first

Don't get picked off by predators

Die from lack of food or drinkable water

Die from exposure

Die from sickness

The USS Indianapolis is famous for having most of it's crew survive (like, 800 to 900 men?) the initial sinking of the ship only to lose most except for a little over 300 to exposure, lack of food/water and sharks. This crew started with over 1,100 men and only a little over 300 survived for four days until others learned of the sinking and send help. And that's a ship that sank in WWII, let alone a Viking ship that's mostly wood and doesn't have fancy ways to send for help.

Remember that comedic moment of Dagur vowing he's going to make Hiccup kiss his boots in the 'Smoke Gets in Your Eye' episode? When he's sitting on a piece of driftwood after the Smothering Smokebreaths tore his ships apart by taking all the metal out of them?

A funny moment, but Dagur genuinely could've died from either of the causes listed above and it's not like Hiccup looked back and had second thoughts, he went home and was glad Dagur wasn't terrorizing his village for another day.

There are plenty of times in RoB and DoB in which Hiccup and Toothless hurt people and dragons alike. Is it his intention to kill? Absolutely not, but he doesn't shy away from violence either.

For a character the fandom largely appears to consider a pacifist, he sure does spend a lot of his time committing violent acts.

Even his future wife has a tendency to show love and excitement by punching him in the dorsal fin button before giggling. Would a real pacifist put up with that? He literally spars with her for fun and she gets to throw him around, they both like doing that!

Would a pacifist even survive in a place like Berk? Where everyone is so rough and disputes sometimes easily escalate to violent action with sharp objects involved? If that is the case, we might as well call Stoick a pacifist, because he's the one going around stopping these disputes from escalating that far.

But anyway, moving on to RttE!

In Snow Way Out, this is what Hiccup says:

"If there's one chance to settle this without bloodshed, I have to try."

And seconds after, Hiccup has this interaction with Ryker:

Ryker - "In that case, surrender and you won't meet the same fate as your dragons."

Hiccup - "Okay, here's my offer. Leave now and your men won't have to find out what burning flesh smells like.

Fanon and canon agree that Hiccup is a bad liar. If he wasn't, he probably would've been able to come up with a better excuse then "I'm making... outfits!" when Astrid is on the cusp of finding out about Toothless.

Which means that Hiccup is not lying in this scene. Which means Hiccup intends on following through. Could be just a bluff, he and the rest of the Dragon Riders are kind of cornered in this scene, but that doesn't mean he isn't willing to fight his way out if his only other options are either surrender or die.

And he says it quite easily for a character so many consider a pacifist. A threat to burn Ryker's men alive.

The thing is, Hiccup probably does know what burning flesh smells like, he grew up in a village torn by war in which the other side are fire-breathing dragons. He's also literally one of the oldest children of three (he, Astrid and Snotlout are canonically 20 in Httyd 2 while Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs 19) and the kids that aren't his peers are years younger than him. If you pay close attention to who walks around on Berk in Httyd 1, there are huge gaps in ages that continue into the tv-shows and the other movies.

So Hiccup probably is desensitized to seeing all of that, which could explain his lack of a reaction to taking lives, (a tsunami gets more of a reaction out of him) but that doesn't mean he can't mourn the failure in preventing more loss.

And let's not forget that this is also the episode in which Hiccup gave Toothless the order to shoot down Windshear, Heather and Ryker. Windshear and Heather who he considered friends until recently.

In the Guardians of Vanaheim episode, he has that moment in which he almost kills that Flyer with the Dragonblade in retaliation for the "deaths" of the Sentinels. The Riders genuinely think Hiccup is going to kill that Flyer, you can see it on their faces, which means even they think he's capable of that. Now ultimately, Hiccup decides not to and he tells the twins that they won't be torturing the prisoner. (And it's probably because of moments like that that fans decide Hiccup is a pacifist, despite all the violence he regularly partakes in)

But that doesn't change the fact that Hicctooth, Stormstrid and Snotfang chase after the Flyers with the intention of making sure that they never tell Johann about Vanaheim.

Flyer - "All I know is Johann will be very interested to learn of its existence. The others left to inform him,"

Tuffnut - "We should probably tell Hiccup."

Hiccup - "I heard, Tuff. Let's go everyone. We have to catch those Flyers."

And that is what they do. They catch up to the Flyers and make sure that they don't tell Johann about Vanaheim's existence and Vanaheim isn't mentioned again, implying that Johann never did learn about it.

Now, the show does decide to show us the Flyers surviving (one of the few they actually show us surviving, too) but that has more to do with RttE's rating than whether Hiccup is a pacifist or not. Because Hiccup really did use lightning to down them and being struck by lightning can be very, very lethal. For both the Flyers as well as the Singetails.

(And honestly, are we meant to think that they never left that little island? Considering Johann never found out about Vanaheim? Still leaves their survival kind of up for interpretation.)

In the King of Dragons two-parter, Hiccup tells his Dragon Riders to make sure Johann's ships don't make it out. That is a thing that he says.

Hiccup - "All right. Ruff, Tuff, Snotlout, you take out the ships. Make sure this is their last voyage."

All three of these moments show us Hiccup's willingness to do what it takes and it does include taking lives.

Although Hiccup does draw a hard line at when innocents are involved. Like how he didn't want to hurt the Singetails that were being forced to carry the Flyers. But it's also worth mentioning, that he did not plan on holding back when it came to the Rumblehorn that he believed threatened Gobber's life. (In RoB/DoB he didn't hold back with the Whispering and Screaming Deaths either. Even amongst dragons, Hiccup makes a clear distinction between "good" and "bad".)

That we either don't see the bodies if they're dropped by Hiccup and friends or see the enemy survive somehow (unless someone neutral or the enemy themselves take them out) has everything to do with the rating and Httyd's audience. Even the Red Death's death was bloodless and she exploded. Bits of her should've been everywhere! Instead we had the ash gently falling down to the earth.

This franchise isn't Game of Thrones, it's Httyd and Httyd has a rating that makes it appropriate for all ages. GoT level rating for Httyd probably would've given Hiccup+dragons Targaryen+dragons levels of carnage. And that isn't the case simply because of Httyd's intended audience.

And as for Hiccup's lack of a reaction to deaths supposedly caused by him, if we go back to the desensitization thing, if you used to watch people and/or dragons die in battle every other night for 15 of the most influential years of your life, you're not going to look up when you head into battle as a (young) adult on the back of a fire-breathing dragon and weep for every life snuffed out by you and your best Bud. Because one is a casualty of war and the other murder and something Hiccup hasn't done is murder.

^^^^ That is Hiccup's face as he looks into the water to see if he can spot a single sign that Drago has survived. He doesn't look like he's remorseful for Drago dying, instead he just looks worried. And knowing Hiccup's history with Drago and the reason why he set out to change his mind in the first place, it's not worry for Drago himself. It's worry that he might've survived. That he could come back to hurt his loved ones and (most importantly) his village again.

^^^^ Followed be the face of someone who wishes things had gone differently.

This is probably the biggest proof that Hiccup was meant to be chief. He set out to protect his village and he'll remain worried for his village. Maybe a hottake, but thematically/from a writer's standpoint, that points towards Hiccup destiny to be chief.

Of course, we know Drago canonically didn't survive due to the re-writes of Httyd 3 and the cancelation of The Fire Tides.

Now, I could talk about the Serpent's Heir.

I could talk about the absolute decisiveness in Hiccup's expression and everybody's lack of a reaction to Hiccup setting a guy on fire (the most we get is Astrid stating how she couldn't keep him out of trouble) and how this is the clearest evidence of Hiccup taking lives with his own two hands to protect himself, but most importantly, Toothless. (And just like many villains before him, Hiccup did try to talk sense into Calder)

I could talk about Dragonvine (I don't have an online version of that comic) and how Toothless was poisoned and Hiccup almost hurt young Silkspanners because he believed they were about to make Toothless' last few hours in life Hell. (Meaning each comic gave an example of Hiccup protecting Toothless against a human and dragons respectively)

But the movies and shows are teeming with examples of Hiccup getting his hands dirty (either with his own two hands or through Toothless) to protect either himself or someone he loves. And that makes him the exact opposite of a pacifist. Because Hiccup will use violence to protect who he loves and what he believes in.

But like I said, Hiccup isn't a one-dimensional character and it's true that he doesn't want violence to be his first option. Rather he'll often give his foes the chance to resolve things peacefully if it prevents bloodshed on both sides. I've mentioned it once before in another post, but with how many casualties there are on the opposite side at all times and none on the side of the Dragon Riders (minus the occasional arrow wound or Stoick's death) it's only fair for Hiccup to give his foes the chance the back out. It's just that they never do, always underestimating him and the Dragon Riders.

And with the Red Death that kind of was never an option to begin with and Hiccup knew that.

But we do see him try to forgive his foes even though they've either stabbed him in the back before or are obviously planning to and that is likely where the "naive" part comes from. But Hiccup is also 15 to 20 years old, he doesn't even have half as much life experience as his foes do, who are every single one of them grown-ass adults well over a decade older than him.

And we do see him have moments of remorse, like in RttE when he tells Viggo that things didn't have to end so fatally in Shell-shocked Part 2 or when we see him make a big deal about not hurting the innocent Singetails in season 5 or even when deciding to give the fishing boat with the Scourge of Odin a proper send off. I think that's where the "pacifist" part of the fancanon probably comes from.

Even though we not only see Hiccup actively partake in violence without lying awake about it, but also be smug about both big and small wins and simply enjoy the thrill. (And to repeat once more, he actively enjoys sparring with his wife who likes punching his dorsal fin button to show him just how excited she is about something)

But anyway, a veeeeeeeerrryy long way of ranting about how the proof that Hiccup isn't a pacifist is from Httyd 1 all the way to httyd 2 (And the two comics) and that actual on-screen deaths are only not there purely because the franchise's audience is still largely children. :)

[unoislazy]

A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 2)

Eret Son of Eret x Gn! Reader

Summary: you thought you’d only have to see Eret once and never again, that way that weird feeling you got when you looked at him would disappear. Well, turns out you need him again so you an find out where Drago Bludvist is located. No one better to interrogate than a dragon trapper.

Your group of friends, of course excluding Hiccup, flew back in the general direction of Berk. A steady silence hung over all of you as you all had to come to terms with the fact that a war was coming, and a fairly gruesome one at that given the nature of Stoick’s story.

You looked ahead to the woman who naturally led the group, Astrid. You noticed the sour expression she held as she looked out at the landscape before her. Astrid was many things but good at hiding her emotion was not one of them. You lightly gestured your dragon to move up to her, now steadily flying beside her.

“So… you’re not going to listen to him are you?” You asked. She quickly snapped her head towards, surprised by your sudden presence before visibly relaxing a bit.

“Well, what if they get taken? What if Hiccup finds Drago before they can find him?” She asks, turning back to the landscape, very clearly lost in her stressful thoughts.

“Hiccup may be stubborn but so is his father, let's just give them time, don't act too hastily. Besides, it’s Hiccup we’re talking about.” You commented, eventually slightly persuading her to at least relax a slight bit.

“Let’s wait right there, and if they’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m going to look for them.” Astrid stated, guiding Stormfly down to a sizable piece of ice, big enough to hold everyone’s dragons while you all waited.

And so you waited.

And waited.

And… waited.

You watched as Astrid, someone who was usually quite put together, became fidgety and eager to get back out there. There was no doubt she loved that boy, and while you were all worried about his safety, clearly it was hitting her the most.

You almost didn’t understand it.

As far as you were concerned you had only ever experienced a familial kind of love, mainly through your friends and Stoick. He had always served as a sort of father figure over the group. You never really had that connection with anyone like Astrid and Hiccup had, or even the way Ruff, Snotlout and Fishlegs were… you never truly felt that way about anyone.

And as far as you knew, no one felt that way about you.

You couldn’t help but think how nice it must be to be able to find someone that you can not only be vulnerable with but you also want to protect. Good luck finding that in Berk, pretty sure the only Viking okay with seeming vulnerable is Fishlegs, and he gets made fun of for it every time.

It’s a weird thought, wanting to feel loved. Most people relate to the feeling, and strangely enough you felt like you had felt that feeling once before but you couldn’t place where.

You sighed, finally snapping out of your thoughts as you looked back up at Astrid who had just landed after searching the surrounding area for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“I don't like this. They should’ve been back by now.” She says to the group, even though you were almost sure the rest of them were truly too bored to listen.

“Alright then, let's go look for them.” You approved with a nod. Astrid Hofferson of all people did not truly need your approval for anything but you were the one who told her to wait in the first place. Without another word, Astrid took off practically leaving the rest of you behind in her dust.

“Good gods, what does she feed that dragon?” You asked rhetorically. Your dragon was fast but Astrid knew how to get Stormfly to her fastest potential.

“I think she feeds her chicken ‘cause they fly faster.” Tuffnut said which earned a very confused look from you as you turned back to him.

“Chickens can't fly…” You were well aware the twins had their moments of stupidity but it was always like a fresh slap in the face when you realized just how stupid they sounded sometimes.

“Oh yeah… well why do they have wings?” He argued, and honestly you couldn’t really think of a reason to argue back. Chickens are weird.

You shook your head before turning back towards where you could see Astrid a bit of a ways away from you all.

“You’d think she cares more about Hiccup than she does the rest of us.” You joked.

“I know I’d never leave you behind like that.” Snotlout added on, flying beside you to which you responded,

“Spare me.” Before adding distance between you and the short Viking man.

As you continued on, you questioned, how exactly were you meant to find Drago’s army? You had no idea where he could be at this point, Or at any point, you had never seen his army before. That’s when it clicked for you, who else would know where Drago is hiding than the dragon trappers.

Which meant seeing Eret son of Eret yet again.

You knew you weren’t looking forward to this but you’d have to suck it up for Hiccups potential safety.

After some time had passed you could start to see Erets ship in the distance, not in any better shape than it had looked last time. You caught up with Astrid before shouting towards him,

“So… any ideas on how to get him to talk?” You asked, to which Astrid responded with a smirk

“Watch and learn.” She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her knuckles as she often did. You waited behind as you watched her quickly dive down and scoop Eret up like it was nothing.

You watched as Stormfly flew back up to your height effortlessly, the man dangling between her claws as if he was nothing more than her latest kill or a scrap of meat. You looked down at the man from before, noticing slight features that you hadn’t really taken into account from before.

As much as you wanted to hate him, you could not deny he was still… very handsome. Oh how you hated admitting that.

You almost felt weak for not being able to control your thoughts or feelings about this Dragon trapper. Maybe you weren’t weak for it, for having emotions is just part of being human, but gods above were you ashamed of them.

The man screamed as he hung onto the dragons foot for dear life.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted desperately, which to be honest, was quite a good look for him. You shook your head at the thought before responding,

“We want you to take us to Drago.”

To that response the man look at you as if you had just sprouted two heads and a dragon tail.

“Help a bunch of dragon riders infiltrate Dragos army? Just kill me now.” He said in a half joking tone, but considering his situation they were definitely not the wisest words to say. Without another thought, Astrid ordered Stormfly to drop Eret which she did in a matter of seconds.

People could say what they wanted about Astrid but no one could deny that she had trained her dragon extremely well. Not like anyone had the balls to make a comment about her anyways.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Astrid asked, turning towards you as she gestured to a still screaming Eret who continued to get closer and closer to the ground.

“With pleasure.” You responded before telling your dragon to go down and fetch him. Coincidentally Eret had just been in the process of caving in, so your timing was impeccable.

Once you had flown back up to the group, Ruffnut was the first to fly towards Eret. She quickly cling to his arm as she begged to take him from you. You only laughed it off, but you couldn’t help but feel… upset about her being so enthusiastic towards him?

Which clearly confused you cause she did nothing wrong.

It felt like it could be described as jealousy but there is no way you’d ever be jealous over a dragon trapper of all people. You merely shook your head of the thoughts before looking down at the man now dangling in the grasp of your dragons claws.

“So Eret, how does it feel to be at the mercy of yet another dragon?” You teased, looking down at the man who simply rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.

“I’d be careful with how you respond, my dragon is now pretty eager to continue playing fetch.” You threatened in a lighthearted manner which didn’t get any verbal response from Eret but he definitely acknowledged the statement with his sudden shift in body language.

“Maybe you should change your profession, dragons seem to love you.” You joked, which finally got Eret to respond.

“And go against Drago Bludvist? No, I value my life, thank you.”

“Okay but say we took Drago out of the equation, would you consider it then?” You asked, genuinely curious in his answer.

“Did you not hear me when I said I’m the ‘finest dragon trapper alive’? I would have that title with or without Drago.” He stated quite arrogantly. He clearly wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just boost his own ego.

“Right well… have you ever actually gotten to know a dragon before?” You couldn’t help but feel like Hiccup with the way you were trying to talk down the situation. Usually Hiccup was the main advocate for switching people to the dragon side, but you couldn’t help but want to try and persuade Eret. Maybe if you could get him to switch sides you’d feel less guilty about your feelings for him. Or maybe there was something deeper that was urging you. Your mind was too muddled to properly discern the true reasoning so you simply just chalked it up to Hiccup rubbing off on you.

“No, and I don’t plan it. How many times do I have to say it, I’m a dragon ‘trapper’ not one of you.” He spat which caused you to scowl slightly.

“Yeah, you’ll eat your words one day.” You stated as if you knew his fate as a fact. You don’t know why but you felt extremely confident in your words.

“Or get eaten, tell me which outcome sounds more plausible?” He asked sarcastically.

So much for trying to win him over. Guess you were really going to have to do the “Hiccup Thing” and just wait to show him somehow.

Little did you know that opportunity would come up a lot sooner than you thought.

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[willowed-wisp]

HER KNIGHT, HIS HEART - part four

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Ser Harwin Strong x female!OC/x reader

WARNINGS: violence, swearing, description of injuries

She could only hope they had been alone as they thought. But the truth loomed over her- a sword above her head ready to drop.

That the temptation grew. And she wasn’t easily spurned from her desires.

Rhaenyra was the only person who knew of her and Ser Harwin’s, now daily, rendezvous. So Elspeth went to her chambers, finding her best friend in a state becoming all too regular. Enraged. And in her riding gears. “What in the Seven Hells…” Not a question.

Icy blue locked with warm green, “Have you heard?” That wasn’t a question either, surely about to tell her the news. Either way Elspeth had been too busy in the thralls of Harwin Strong to have heard tittle tattle. “Daemon stole Dreamfyre for his unborn child with his whore” Gritted teeth while speaking. Why did Daemon have to attention seek and take his niece down with him? Rhaenyra looked up to him, as always.

But Elspeth needn’t say that- the Princess was aware, “What are the Council doing about it?”

“The Lord Hand has journeyed to Dragonstone with an envoy.”

“If Daemon’s Gold Cloaks don’t run them through, Caraxes will burn him and the rest to a cinder,” she sat on a chair, “Daemon would certainly relish in his death. It appears my father’s mind has grown feeble… I presume you’re off to Dragonstone, then?” Her Princess gave a nod- ready to argue any criticism, but Elspeth simply clapped- slow and short, “Good. Daemon listens to you, just be careful.” A swift hug. Elspeth wasn’t one to pray, and the woman refused to begin in that moment. Rhaenyra may not seem intimidating but she held her ground like a volcano.

From across the hallway she saw her sister withdraw into a room. King Viserys’ chambers. If her father had been in Kings Landing, he would have received as earful or be thrown from a window. Alicent never spoke to her. About anything, not in recent months. Maybe Otto Hightower had a piece in that, too. He definitely had with Alicent charming the king for half a year.

She dipped back into the Princess’ chambers, “You mentioned Syrax was big enough to saddle two?” The shock turned into a smile. This was why they were best friends. 

Rhaenyra had thrown her some leathers encrusted with dragon scales. And Rhaenyra plaited the curly hair she inherited from her mother. Elspeth didn’t look a drop of Otto Hightower, her mother had taken that helm. Inside and out. She had that same fiery aspect and ambiguity. How she put up with her father was beyond the nineteen year old- nearing twenty in that next month.

Looking into the mirror, she noticed the grey hairs growing from her root- a stark contrast to the wildfyre. She quickly plucked them between her fingernails before Rhaenyra noticed. It had always been that way- stray light, she presumed grey, hairs sprouted amongst her auburn-brown. "Syrax grows restless, as do I," Elspeth tore herself away from the reflection; finding her mother in it. Her and the Princess were quite the pair in matching Targaryen rider's gear. Not that the girls cared, Elspeth was not even anxious about mounting the she-dragon.

They passed familiar faces- including that of the man she'd been courting for half the year. Harwin just smiled- whether out of amusement or disquiet, all she knew was those blue eyes followed her confident figure.

That was the quickest journey to the Dragonpit they had ever ventured. "Dual saddle," The Princess spoke in Valyrian to the man before turning attentions to the dragoness, whose nose butted against Elspeth's hip. Elspeth's laugh on the wind- hand's caressing the yellow scales. The she-dragon keened, a noise of enjoyment juttered. "I told you she's missed you. She doesn't do that for anybody."

Whenever the older girl stopped fussing her, Syrax would garner for more attention, "Okay, sunflower..." The saddle and flying gear had been attached, "May I fly with you?" The creature thought about it, before her head bowed, body slacking and lowering. Rhaenyra, already mounted rubbing those scales. Rough and smooth instantaneously. They glowed in cloud cover, Elspeth couldn't imagine there radiance above- no obstruction.

Luckily Syrax was still on the smaller side, so it wasn't a climb to mount her. It felt natural in the saddle. Horseback had never cut it for Elspeth, the woman chased after that next high. The next chance to evade her father and members of Court, who would see her be anything but herself. Maybe that was why she had an unspoken bond with Syrax and Rhaenyra, they were all free spirits. But Rhaenyra was able to ride a dragon and Elspeth would never be able to take the reigns.

Without a spoken command, Syrax took off. This was not like riding a horse. On a horse, you fought against the cantering and you'd met the ground closely if you were bucked. With a dragon you'd plummet. "To Dragonstone, Syrax." A break to the right, and as if by second nature- there was no wobble from Elspeth Hightower, who hadn't worn the rider's strap across her lap.

There is no time at all, though that could be down to hollers and weightlessness Elspeth felt. Rhaenyra always turned behind, seeing her friend having the time of her life being on Syrax. It was growing dawn as they reached the settlement, grand- yet obscured by mist, only able to see outlines of the grand structures. Rhaenyra had always been one for a dramatic entrance, and this may have been her best one yet. Coming from fog cover and circling over the heads of soldiers, nobles and royalty. No weapons were drawn, but Caraxes looked rattled- Elspeth had heard his battle cry. Her father truly was not the right person to reason with the prince.

Her father didn't hold malice in his gaze upon seeing her there on dragonback, just pure fear. Maybe Elspeth was as stupid as him for putting herself in the reaches of an unpredictable prince who wanted the Hightowers out of court. Nevertheless, she dismounted after the princess, "You're quite the natural at this," Nyra stated before they pressed on. The bows received were for her grace, and the shaking of the head was for Elspeth. But she remained by her friend's side.

"What are you doing here, princess?" He ignored his daughter.

"Preventing bloodshed."

"Ser Criston please escort the Princess and Lady Hightower to safety," Oh, so he was aware she existed. That was disappointing.

Hands behind their backs, in tune with one another, "Be careful not to startle Syrax, my lords. She's rather protective of us," She gripped Elspeth's hand and walked onward. Elspeth hadn't really given any thought to why she came along on this negotiation. She'd grown sick of that fucking castle and the politics... she just needed to get out, Harwin had joined the Gold Cloaks and trained with them while she wilted in her father's schemes.

She just wanted to have fun, with her Nyra. The girl she had known since she was knee-high. "Lady Elspeth, being on a dragon suits you well," That was Daemon's voice, she had zoned out. "Maybe you should come for a ride on Caraxes with me in the near future."

Elspeth let go of Rhaenyra's hand, "I don't think Caraxes would enjoy being sauntered around like a common pony," A sizzle from the blood-red terror, "And I'd never hear the end of it from the Lord Hand."

The Prince stepped forward, dragon egg in hand, "But isn't angering your father, what you do best?"

"We seem to have that in common, Prince." She went to step back, before her arm was grabbed- yanked towards him- slamming into Daemon's chest. Dagger to the throat. Her wide-eyes looked from Rhaenyra, to her father, back to Rhaenyra.

"My Prince, this wasn't part of the plan..." A hushed comment from his whore. Elspeth had been down to the city more than enough times to recognise the web-spinner, Mysaria. This wasn't part of her plan. But Daemon always held a trick or two up his sleeves which was cause enough for her to leave- parting the Gold Cloaks.

Pure horror in those glossy eyes while Elspeth remained unnerved and calm. "I'm right here, uncle. The object of your ire... the reason you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir, you will need to kill me not her." That blade left a burning sting across her neck, despite the high-neck of leather. "So, let Elspeth go. And do what you need to be done with all this bother."

The waves crashed, and her heart pounded, "Take care, Lady Elspeth," He whispered only to her. Pushing her into the bridge barrier, her balance lost. Last thing she saw was the mist she had entered in and that crush of water the last which Elspeth HIghtower felt. Losing all sense of time and direction.

Her body thrashed around by wayward currents, and jagged rocks. She wasn't awake for it- the impact from that height should have ended her instantly. But nobody could put a pin in Elspeth Hightower that easily.

The girl had woken. Body drenched through, with saltwater and blood. Not conscious enough to be aware of the damage done. Her body rested upon a rock, breathing heavily. The sun drowned out of the misted haze in the sky and in her mind. Elspeth was wholly aware, whenever she moved her right arm wildfyre made her groan. Sleep warranted to consume her, but the woman stopped that. At least she wasn't out at sea and still in that bay of Dragonstone. There was one thing Elspeth was certain of.

She needed to get out of the water before her bleeding wounds attracted sharks.

Every ounce of strength couldn't force her up that mossy, slimy stone. Until a hand reach down for her own.

Dainty... she'd recognise the hand anywhere. "This isn't the end for you, my darling." A mane the same colour as hers, styled alike hers or she styled hers to resemble the older woman's. Elspeth fought the urge to bawl, "Hold those tears, Els." An order. And so she did, a force grappled her left arm and thrust her upwards, garnering her enough footing to scramble atop the rock. Body cradled in warmth. Brown eyes that Alicent had inherited stared into hers.

"What's it like in the Seven heavens?" Her bloodied face rested unto warmth. Something stroked through her tangled, soaked hair.

"My daughter, you won't find out. Now is not their time to claim you. He will guide you to your knight." Even in her hazed state, that was odd.

She wriggled, "Who?" The reply was not ringing in her ears but a shiver down her spine.

'The one of dusk and blood.'

She had never known her mother to be so cryptic. Her mind failed her, as she was curled up on moss. She was truly alone. Legs rippled with scrapes and lacerations- she felt beneath the intact trousers.

Then she noticed the cave mouth.

The only way she was remaining in the land of the living was to hold herself and whatever spine she possessed in the palm of her hands. And enter that damned cave. With whatever lurked.

It was a quick realisation that she had lost one of Rhaenyra's boots, every step she took was like stepping on shattered glass. The woman hugged her body, keeping her injured arm somewhat straight. When she got out of this bind she didn't want a stump as an arm to remember it. The cave was dry and hot, so there was no risk of her drowning- succumbing to the ocean.

Elspeth would be a liar if she said her fear of darkness didn't crawl up her neck because it latched onto her being. As did the growing anxiousness that she would never get to see Ser Harwin Strong again.

No.

She wasn’t going to die at the hand of Daemon Targaryen nor miss out on the looks on everybody’s faces when she returned.

That wasn’t going to be easy. Her skin steaming from wind barrelling at her rear and molten temperatures at the helm. At least there was an exit to this passage- but it could potentially lead to a volcano.

Elspeth didn’t dare down at her arm- it felt aflame deep in her bones. Not able to see it, obscured by the impertinent shadows surrounding. It wasn't like her to have that scratch behind her neck, even in a castle full of people spying. But she did then and there- unable to check if the tunnel remained narrow or if she had walked into a dragon's nest.

The rocks felt jagged- slicing her feet but her vision able to make out light at the end. A sense of safety a distant memory as that undeniable scent loomed. It was the same kind from the aftermath of when Daemon and the Gold Cloaks pillaged Kings Landing- rancid flesh and the unmistakeable- dragon. Foot stepping onto something, an echo raptured and her foot more massacred from the skull- fully able to see it and the many, many other human remnants decorating the cave.

Praying to whatever God listened, she hoped that this was not the dragon Rhaenyra had spoke of. It picked off smaller dragons roosting on Dragonstone and had never been claimed- eating would-be dragon riders who approached it.

Drowing in a river of terror- she backed into an especially rough wall. Hot air moved her sodden hair. "You may devour me if you wish," A telling, low grumble rattled her being. So it was how she thought. The Cannibal... "You would be doing me a favour." It hadn't made a move. The silhouette of a mighty head- a few feet above her own - darker than the dim atmosphere. Coal. Two eyes of emerald glowed in that view she had. And they were looking at her.

It hadn't made a move.

Staring at the woman who stared right back.

She was bleeding... she was helpless... why hadn't it attacked?

Killed her?

Elspeth was nudged to move. Onward into the light.

The movement was one of indication. The dragon was letting her go- maybe to chase her. Make the hunt more enjoyable. She was in no fit state to run.

Eyes dawning on magma marshes and barren, lifeless stone clusters. Whatever gap found itself in the scorched earth was replaced with a stream of lava. Dragon glass flaked around and she could smell the sulphur- like eggs, and feel that heat- burning at the skin on her face. Was this what the dragon had planned to do? "Do you plan to cook me before you eat me?" Unable to hold her tongue, even in Valyrian. A rupture behind her. Did the dragon laugh?

Head swivelling, she met the face. Nose upturned into a spike- cute almost. The undulations of thorns almost too midnight to see- if they had been miniscule; they scattered all the way along its massive body. Two prominent horns at the very top of the forehead. Teeth weren't bared, but the sheer size of its jaws... she didn't wish to see them.

Its head bowed. A trick?

Brittle skin nudging with a gentleness under her good arm- lax at her side. "May I?" Good hand raised- the forboding creature simply nuzzled into her damaged palm. Elspeth didn't push that boundary- until the dragon ushered for her to climb up onto its shoulders.

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"Coming to court is less of a bore with Lady Elspeth around, I would not push her off a bridge! You must believe me, brother..."

"With your recent activities, Daemon, don’t know what to believe. And you will address me as your King.”

Council room doors shattering open with a boom. She was a sight to behold. Elspeth would deny blindly that nothing hurt- but everything had caught fyre. It was a blessing from the Seven that she stood upright. Least of all afront the Council. "The prince did not push me," All in the room stood from their seats. Her hair covered in ash from the volcanic planes. Her leg a vision of crimson blood and she cradled her arm. A gash thick on at her hairline- matting the brown hair obviously while the auburn camoflagued. "I seemed to have lost my footing."

Everything inside of her melted as she crumbled to the floor.

Elspeth woke up to familiarity. The ceiling above her bed, it swirled- she was woozy. "She's awake," Her right hand in motion- an itching, grinding pain surged across her forearm which was placed in a sling and wrapped in stiff bandages. The girl sat up.

Faced with her 'nearest and dearest'- more true for others. Rhaenyra and Alicent were very welcome. Her father... she wished he'd leave the room. Maybe then she'd find some kind peace- as she had on dragonback. Not that she remembered too much, losing consciousness. The Cannibal working harder to keep her upright. "What happened to you?" Her father asked.

"Your daughter has been through quite the ordeal, Lord Hand. Maybe these questions can wait until milk of the poppy has worn away," Ah, that's why she felt in the clouds. Elspeth couldn't find it in herself to bite back, the pain returning with an incoming vengeance. Though, the woman would rather die than let her father know she could feel pain.

The three of them left at the maesters' instruction. The woman sure that Rhaenyra would sneak in at some point. With that thought the door opened; steps heavier than those of the princess. The maester had retired to his chambers- she assured him that she would 'yell down the Keep' if assistance was required.

Curly hair filled her vision and she practically shot up. "Gods be good," A shakiness to his voice- as if he had been in sorrow. He paid mind to her arm as his large arms pinned her to his chest. "I thought you had left me for the Seven heavens," Thumbs stroking her cheeks- looking into her damaged, fixable face. Yet she was the fairest woman he had laid his eyes on. Even in her bruised, scraped image. His bloodshot eyes the only thing she paid attention to. They only brought the ocean out.

A smile swept across her lips, "Not a feat completed with such ease," She claimed him in her kiss. There she was. Finally calm, at home in the assuring arms of Harwin Strong. Holding onto the Lady with all his might- afraid she'd perish the next time leaving his side. "I'm afraid I’ve realised I’m in love with you, Ser Harwin," But a whisper, meeting bluebell eyes- watering. Shocked.

But the precipice of love lingered in his eyes. "And… I now wish to be wed before I turn twenty."

"But that's in a less than a month,"

She shared his gaze of amore, "There is no mistake, so we had best make haste with arrangements."

Incredulous, "What about your father?"

"Well I have a dragon for the Lord Hand to deal with, if he disagrees of our union..." Harwin blinked twice at her words. "It's a long story."

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[yourheartonfire]

"Everyone says I shouldn't join the pack," the protagonist said. "They say you're..."

Well. They said a lot of things, eyeing the trio with great suspicion. Co-dependent, they whispered. Intense. A bit odd. They didn't fit in with the rest of the town. They were wilder, more wolf-like, than any of the other packs that the protagonist had ever come across.

"And what do you think?" the other werewolf asked, amused. "What do you want?"

You. Them. The pack.

The answer was achingly obvious; an inescapable tug.

It just wasn't sensible, and the protagonist had always been that.

Prompt courtesy of @the-modern-typewriter 's Patreon!

TW: reference to a past traumatic attack.

The pack came for the protagonist on the night of the new moon. It was barely 5pm but in the winter Northwest woods it might as well have been midnight. A crunch of truck tires on gravel, a sharp rap at the door, and three shaggy haired outlines on the cabin porch silhouetted against the starry sky and the deep, delicious darkness of the pine forest.

"Hey lone wolf," caroled the call from outside. "Don't you think it's time we all hashed this out?"

The protagonist gritted their teeth behind the door.

"Consider it an informative, mutual interview," the extrovert werewolf said. Purred, the protagonist would have said, if it weren't the wrong animal family. "After all, whether you join or not, you're still a wolf in our territory."

That... was true. It was deal with them now or deal with them when the moon changed. The protagonist steeled themselves, put on the kettle, and opened the door.

A few minutes later a pack of wolves were sprawled out on the protagonist's living room furniture, cups of Lemon Zinger in hand.

"I don't mean to offend, I'm just not..." The protagonist took a breath. "I didn't move out here to find a pack."

"And you're not required to join," the first one said smoothly. Clearly the speaker of the group. "There's enough woods for us all if you want to stay independent. The question is, ah..."

"The question is, is that what the wolf wants?" cut in the second one with a toothy smile over the edge of her teacup. The fighter, who walked with her shoulders up and her gaze constantly flicking back and forth.

"I control the wolf," the protagonist said automatically, then flinched.

There was a wave of reaction. The fighter dropped her eyes, the speaker immediately raised his hands to calm, to surrender. "You were part of a W.A. pack? That's fine, we're not judging. Obviously we don't subscribe to the creed," he added with a grin, "but it's no skin off our noses."

"Not much choice for a wolf in the city," the fighter added gruffly, her gaze fixed in intense scrutiny of the protagonist's footstool.

The protagonist forced a smile by habit even as they knew it would do no good. If the flinch hadn't been obvious enough the air practically stank with fear, anxiety.

That was the problem, dealing with wolves. There was just no hiding the truth.

"Yes," the protagonist said, giving their footstool the same scrutiny as they paused. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. The pack had probably puzzled it out anyway. "Victim Services recommended Wolves Anonymous to help me find my footing after..." They shrugged

Immediately all three werewolves bared their teeth. The protagonist was used enough to recognize this was not a threat but an expression of sympathy.

"Unacceptable," the speaker hissed, the most wolflike the protagonist had ever seen him.

"The Change is a gift but also a Change," the fighter snarled. "How dare anyone force it another? I trust the miscreant is a pelt?"

The protagonist shrugged and put down their tea cup with unsteady hands. "Drago Asylum. He was in lunar frenzy, it wasn't intentional."

Around them, the protagonist felt the wolves exchange glances as the pieces slotted together. No surprise though.

"Thank you," said the third wolf and their pack mates jumped, "for sharing."

The third wolf spoke in a voice barely louder than the crickets outside, yet the dry rattle of their whisper cut through the room like a knife. The one who positioned themselves by the door, who hung back and kept a watchful eye. The leader.

"We appreciate your forthrightness," they went on, their eyes cool and intense and locked on the protagonist. "You have free parole in our territory as a lone and a standing invitation to our pack, if and when you decide that's what you want. You also," they added with a dry glance to the others, "have free reign to court, be courted, or to have none of it. Whatever you choose won't in any way be impacting your standing."

"Um," the protagonist stammered, heat rising in their cheeks. The fighter grinned. The speaker winked. "That's, uh, that's it? You just met me and I get to join the club?"

The leader cocked their head. "Yes," they said. "We see. We understand. You have good reason to take slow decision. We will wait for you to decide. You are worth waiting for."

The protagonist bit down on their lip. The air in their little cabin had turned thick and hot with this many bodies in their space. But bodies that smelled like pine sap and rich dirt and just a hint of sharp desire, bodies that were carefully angled close enough to support and defend, but not too close to be a threat or to corner. For the first time in months, the presence of others was a comfort. "Thank you," they said.

The leader nodded brusquely, glanced to the speaker. "Right!" the speaker said cheerfully, putting down his cookie. "We've asked you enough questions. Your turn to interrogate us. Fire away."

It was almost dawn before the wolves left. It was two months before the protagonist joined the pack.

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Introduction

Welcome to the untamed wilds, traveler. Take a rest by the river and speak to this wolf all your worries.

Anyway, hello there! You all may call me The Fenrir, or Fenrir when not using formalities. I have many identities, but this one is where I will chronicle my journey with my alterhumanity. That, answer asks about our knowledge of the communities I inhabit, or just generally whatever alterhuman posts I am feeling like posting about.

I do not know everything as I am not a therian and I am not physically alterhuman (to my knowledge at least). So I cannot talk about experiences on those. I have only been awakened fully since this year. I presume I have been awakened longer, approximately 2-3 years, without knowledge of the terms. Though, topics I am open to talking about are what I am, which I will explain later in this post. I am also willing to talk about my own experiences and how my alterhumanity affects me and my day to day life. Though, I should warn that I will talk about the negative sides as well. Things such as negative shifts (as I experience them) and the negative sides to my alterhumanity. Though, I will combat those posts with positive ones.

Some more information, I am 21 years old and have several queer identities. The more important ones being that I am a (trans)demiboy, demiaroace, and polyam with 3 lovely partners.

Identities

In this portion I will be explaining my experiences with my identities. Is it a lot of labels? Perhaps. Though, I think it's generously also organizes each one. In each label I will explain what they are for anyone awakening or wanting to know about linktypes.

Otherkin

A basic understanding is that otherkin are those who involuntarily identify as something not of this world. Such examples include gods, aliens, elemental, dragons, vampires, zombies, et cetera.

Type(s):

Drago~ Specifically a chaos/space dragon. I get intense shifts, especially of the phantom and astral variety. I am naturally carnivorous and I have only experienced primarily good feelings during shifts.

Copingkin

To note: This is a term underneath the otherkin umbrella, as otherkin includes coping based identities. I prefer to separate these two terms due to how different my experiences with these terms effect my day to day life.

My understanding of copingkin in that one involuntarily identifies as a certain being as a means to cope. This could be for a variety of reasons. One can be a domestic breed of dog, another can be a character from Baulder's Gate 3, and maybe someone identifies as the nemean lion.

Type(s):

Fenrir~ Ah, what this blog is based on. Anyway, I intensely awakened as the fenrir this year due to what I perceived as severe betrayal where I reacted in a way similar to the Norse story "The Binding of Fenrir." I only Identify as the Norse myth version as it was the closest to my feelings and shifts. My shifts tend to be very negative. Perception shifts tend to be the most common and the hardest to come down from for me. It's not all bad though.

Fictionkin

Those identifying as fictionkin are those who involuntarily identify as a character from a piece of media. From books to shows/movies, to video games. Is it a fictional character one involuntarily identifies as? They could definitely be fictionkin.

Type(s):

Julian Devorak (The Arcana: A Mystic Romance)~ This is my oldest type surprisingly. His martyr personality and his fatal flaw of sacrificing himself and working himself into the ground is what made me connect and see me as him. Along with uncanny similarities between our lives. I don't shift often with him. It is more of a situation where if I see art of him, I just think 'Oh hey, that is me.'

Otherhearted

This is a touch different than a kintype as you involuntarily identify with something, rather than as that something. Can be anything, or multiple anythings. It's what you involuntarily identify with that matters.

Type(s):

Lucifer (Clado?)~ There is no real one depiction of Lucifer I do not identify with. Though the strongest ones tend to be closer to the biblical depiction and the Netflix show Lucifer. This is possibly because of my journey with religion (I am not Christian in any sense other than agnostic). I don't have a lot of shifts to my knowledge, but that's fine by me.

Otherlink/Copinglink

Note: I have combined them due to what I have now learned.

Otherlink and Copinglink are synonyms. Normally used interchangeably. These are terms when one links to, or voluntarily identifies as, something for any reason. I tend to associate copinglink with coping with something, but that isn't the case for all. Use these terms however you wish. Anything can be linked to for any reason, like if it is for the fun of it.

Type(s):

Anatolian Shepherd/Saint Bernard Mix (Copinglink)~ I aim to please and am used to wrangling others together. I linked specifically to a domestic mutt as a means to cope with my copingkin and the negative feelings it brings about at times. Seeing myself as a big, goofy, lovable dog makes me feel at ease. Especially with my eagerness to please. It is also due partially because of how I love, like a dog. Even if I'm hurt.

Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical/The Odyssey) (Otherlink)~ I took some time to read The Odyssey (still in the process of it as well) and have been listening to EPIC. Telemachus reminds me of myself when I was younger and had more of an optimistic and ambitious outlook on life. He is partially a copinglink as I envy he and his father's relationship. The way he looks up to his father was the same way I did with my own. I knew something was there, but it didn't fully connect as a hearttype or as a kintype. So, linktype it was.

Questioning/Considering

Considering (Linktypes): Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical/The Odyssey)~ I am currently doing research by finishing the book and waiting for the musical to finish, which will not be until the end of this year I would assume for the musical. This is because some of the things that happen to him in The Odyssey I have never experienced (besides fighting off monsters) personally. Though, there is a part of me that feels a connection there somewhere.

Questioning (Theriotypes/Kintypes/Hearttypes): None at the moment.

Boundaries

Now, onto important information on this blog. My boundaries are to be followed. I am not afraid to block if someone completely disregards them.

I do not want to deal with drama. If I am wrong, respectfully let me know by sending a message, by reblogging the reply, or by commenting. I am learning and some labels I do not know much about. I am constantly learning, and constantly pursuing my own self-education on certain topics.

I still bleed the same blood. Do not harass me under any circumstances. Respect me and I will respect you in return. I enjoy a good jest every now and again, but even every now and again I do find some things over the line. Do not joke at my, or others, expense for laughs.

Do not harm others who are on my blog without just reasons. I am one who believes in innocent until proven guilty. This is due to some issues in my own past. I do not enjoy drama either as stated before. So if something is going on with a certain user, respectfully let me know and I will fix what I need in the way I choose to do it.

When doing asks, keep away from NSFW topics. While I am above the age of consent, I do not want to go into that on this blog. Nor am I interested in sharing any accounts as such. What I do is private, and is not exactly appropriate for my blog.

If I say to quit it, I mean it. When I say "quit it" I mean to cut it out and act your age. As it may be seen in my boundaries, you must give respect to earn respect. We talk thing out if something happens. I will not argue if someone is acting like a toddler with their arguments. (For example: an Anti telling me to end it. I consider it childish, showing that you have the emotional comprehension for others on the same level as a young child who knows no better.)

If you interact with the ask box, please be kind. While I may seem to be able to handle those who are acting like pains, I can be surprisingly sensitive. Coming at me guns-a-blazing or keyboard warrior like, I get extremely anxious when reading them. I spiral quickly. I tend to understand if people are upset, but if I feel threatened, I will bite back with a block. No questions asked there.

DNI

This will be interesting. Lets see how many respect my do not interact list. I will block anyone who doesn't respect my interaction boundaries.

Harmful paraphilias. Those who claim to be MAPs or Zoos and other similar paraphilias. I find them disgusting. I do not care to know if you are in recovery. Stay off of my blog.

Anti-Alterhuman (and others like them). I believe this is reasonable since this is my alterhuman blog. I do not want to interact with you, and the same for you to me. Out of mutual dislike, simply do not interact with me and just block me. Simple as that than telling me how I identify.

Transmeds/TERFs/Transphobes. I believe me stating that I am trans and a demiboy is simple enough to understand why I do not want these interactions. Though for those who are wanting more, I find them ignorant. I have dealt with enough people disrespecting my gender identity to have a short fuse with them. Especially if they bring up Christian rhetoric to back themselves up.

Homophobes. I also group up people against polyamory here too. But because my sexuality and romantic orientation are more complicated then I have stated, I do not wish to interact with closed-minded individuals. I respect you, you respect me. Once again, Christian rhetoric against the LGBTQ+ community are not welcome. As for those against polyamory, it's okay if you have been hurt or it is not your style. It does not mean you have a right to telling me how to live my life. I will not tell you how to live your life. Give me the same respect.

Proshippers and the likes. I find them disgusting as well. While it may be fictional, it doesn't make it morally correct. I do not like what is there or the impact it has on the youth. The possibilities of normalizing unhealthy dynamics is extremely harmful. I lived through the box office openings of Twilight and its fanfiction movie (I will not give out the name). This ruined how my generation saw love (Not everyone, but looking back at what was coming out at the time).

Racists and other harmful ideologies. I think this is pretty self explanatory. While I am not POC myself, I have friends who are and I will always have their back. Sentient beings deserve respect as much as the next. Let us respect one another in this shared space we call the internet.

Hardcore Christians (extremists, cults, et cetera). Seem weird or a bit ironic being Luciferhearted. Though I have good reason for this in my "Do Not Interact". I have dealt with Christian rhetoric before, and I don't exactly appreciate being told something I don't exactly believe. I'm agnostic/pagan. Abrahamic religion need to give me proof of their beliefs. Though I do believe their figures and god have a place. Though, I actively choose to believe more in the pagan gods of old. Such as those of the Nordic and Hellenic pantheons.

Minors (Below 18 years old). With me being 21, I do not feel comfortable being in an area around minors. Even though the blog is safe for work, I would like users interacting being a minimum of 18 years of age.

(User boxes made by: @/kthecritter)

[geodetojoy]

lux lux lux hi hi hi o//

i have questions!!! for you!!! from the asks list-

abelia, sage, chamomile, palm tree

ilysm am eagerly awaiting your answers. also. here is a cat for you

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gaaaasp a wild mads??? in my ask box??? what an honor :D and they brought a cat??? omg this is incredible

yippeeee asks!! lets seee

abelia- do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can't part with?

mhm! i quite literally only take my bracelets off when i shower or do dirty work with my hands lmao-

i know ive told you what they are buuut i wanna go thru em anyway :3

ok on my left hand is my pride flag wrist, from top to bottom we have: ace, aro, aroace, omni, nb, and agender

then my left hand is like. fandoms? or special interests i suppose and its: ranboo, donnie, [this one i made when over at an irl friends house and i just liked the colors lmao, its not related to anything], luxray, httyd, and techno :3

i also have a fidget ring and the same rules apply lmao

i will say it has. started to pigment my skin. so. uh. maybe things need to change,,,,

sage- what 'medium' of art is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

wait this is such a fun question omg

despite my main form of art being physical, i think i prefer to "consume", for lack of a better word, anything language related, like stories, poetry, and music.

i think honestly its because music/language has been such a huge part of my life since birth, like my mom would constantly be playing music when she was watching me, and i (essentially) taught myself to read by the age of three so ive just always had a penchant for language and i find it so incredibly interesting

also just. music sound good in ears

chamomile- what kinds of things do you like receiving as gifts?

i feel like this is a trap /silly

genuinely anything personalized *cough cough* the stuff yall made for my bday *cough cough* will immediately reduce me to a puddle of tears /pos but aside from that, i like stuff that i wouldn't expect to get but it's given from someone that knows me so well that i didn't know i needed it until i had it

and legos. i fucking love legos.

palm tree- do you have a fictional villain you shouldn't like but love regardless?

hmmmmm my gut response to this is veigo grimborn from httyd: rtte but i think they kinda wrote it so that at the end of his story he became likable lmao- but i was always a huge fan of him he's an absolute asshole and like. he wants to kill dragons/ sell them to get rich but. he's also so fucking smart and like? nice? respectful? i think diplomatic would be a better word. he's a "man of his word" as he likes to say, and its never once proven wrong

and his whole arc before he dies is like. him turning his back on the dragon hunters to help hiccup and the skrill escape and like. idk it fit his character so well at the time he had such good development i love rtte sm watch it watch it watch it watc-

fuck his brother tho. ryker can go die in a fucking hole.

and the rest of the villains actually they fucking suck. johann, krogan, drago, grimmel. all the fucking scum of humanity i despise them.

dagur doesnt count get behind me dagur

honestly the rest of the villains i like are all like. commonly liked villains i don't think i have any stand out ones. like. bill obvi, cucurucho from qsmp, monika from ddlc, team rocket. duh., oh and the new one in pokemon horizons. idk the group name but amethio my love <333, and eggman and team dark (they are. definitely not villains but like. theyre seen as that in the story kinda so fuck it i wanna give the three of em some love shadow, rouge, omega they could never make me hate you)

RAHHH TY FOR THE ASK I SHALL BE OVER TO YOUR ASK BOX SOON LOVE YOUUUUU

[ask-healthy-light]

Both Shining and Light nodded to Boom and Ember respectively before they sat down next to them, and tried to come up with anything to say, as they figured they were less likely to lean to the other's side without realising it if they had to support the other; but it still took time before either of the two uttered a word, when they politely asked their targets how they felt after such a long day.

In response to Shining, Boom chuckled quietly, and told him that he had been threatened more than a dozen times, sustained severe injuries that he had fortunately already managed to recover from, and nearly fallen to his doom, because of the Dragoness sitting on the other side of the pot; so it was somewhat pleasant than usual, but he could not complain, before he asked Shining the same question.

After he managed to process the great amount of information that Boom had dropped upon him, Shining discreetly shook his head, and asked Boom in response if he knew for how long they would still have to travel until their destination; and Boom asked Shining for a moment as he looked for the satchel that held his map, which gave Shining a few moments to look at Nox, who just quickly nodded to him.

Fortunately, Boom did not notice any of Shining and Nox's communication, but after he sat down next to Shining again, he carelessly started throwing out many maps and loose papers as he tried to find the map on which they had laid out the best route to take to the East; but his messy searching gave Shining a headache, as he barely managed to grab every piece of paper before it landed in the fire.

When he finally found the map he had been looking for, Boom did not even bat an eye at the mountain of paper that had almost entirely covered Shining, until he cleared his throat to make him aware of his actions; but instead, even though Boom did not apologise, to his immense frustration, he easily shoved every piece of paper into his bag as he unfolded the map, and tried to find where they were.

Not long after he found the great chasm they crossed a while ago, and had traced out their straight path to the East, Boom found the approximate area where they were, and he told Shining that if they left at Sunrise, they should see the Outpost on the horizon by midday; but there could be many vile things just ahead of them, and they would no doubt face great opposition as soon as they got close.

For that reason, Boom continued, he told Shining that it was clever to get some rest, as they still had a long way to go, and if they were to fight many Marauders at the end of the day, he needed all the strength he could spare; and Shining nodded, but before he went to sleep, he wanted to ask Boom how he felt about Ember, and if they should all be concerned about infighting within their company.

In turn, as Boom peeked around the pot blocking his view, and saw Light and Ember speaking with one another, he let out a deep sigh, and said that he knew very well how much harm he had done to Ember and her Family, what little there was left of it; and he was certain that she would gladly take his life in exchange for his actions, but he hoped that she would at least wait until they had victory.

On the other side of the pot, meanwhile, Light was patiently listening to Ember as she slowly tried to express her frustrations, continuously turning towards Inferno for little more than a warm smile and a few kind words of encouragement; but the longer they listened to Ember, the less they trusted Boom, whom they just saw in the corner of their eye as he snuck a peek at them from behind the pot.

At one point, Light thought they could see tears welling up in her eyes, but when Inferno shook her head at them out of Ember's sight, they nodded in return, and did not mention it, but they did keep in mind the fact that something deeply troubling her; and they kindly asked Ember if she felt ready to travel tomorrow, even if they did not know how long they would have to spend close to the other?

After Ember briefly glanced at Inferno, she firmly nodded, and said:

"As long as we all stay determined, and focused on our objective, it should be easy."

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Hey guys, Dragon8er here!

This page took a piece of my SOUL, dear lord.

Also for the record, I literally only own one Gaster shown on this page. The rest are all owned by their respective creators.

Those are (from left to right):

Row 1: Dancetale by Teandstars  Underswap by Popcornpr1nce Fanonswap design by Bunnymuse  Underfell by Vic the Underfella Fanonfell design by Bunnymuse

Row 2: Underwar by BlueWolfArtista  Reapertale by Renrink Underfell by Vic the Underfella  Outerfanon design by Bunnymuse Negatale by ArtsyGum  Outertale by 2mi127 Oceantale by Ferte

Row 3: Futuretale by KasugaBee  Birdtale by Greyscales Catster by Killose  Zephyrtale by myebi/comyet Dragontale by me <3  Chesstale by Mintysammy Slumbertale by Lilak-rain/RainingSkeletons  Fanonswapfell design by Bunnymuse Mafiatale by KID  Demitale by Crudaka

And yup, adding shading to this was just as painful as originally making it. Who woulda figured.

'Til next time, this has been Dragon8er, and I will see you all Drago-l8er!

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 15: Good humans?

They snarled at the massive dragon that had two human scents on it. How could a dragon betray the dragon race?! Especially one that had humans as its food source?! They didn't like it. Not one bit.

They commanded their pack to go in for the kill, to take down the traitor. No dragon that protected humans deserved to live! Not when said dragons had those-those filthy creatures as its food source!

But the dragon only used the electricity to shock their pack. The pained screeches and roars from their pack filled their ears, and they felt vulnerable. They didn't feel like they could take on the dragon without their pack.

But they had to take the massive dragon down! The dragon was a traitor to the dragon race! A disgrace! Why help the humans when they were its food source too?! They snarled, blinded by rage and ran at high speeds and managed to jump on its back. They were going to do this for their pack, their family that had gotten shocked by the electricity from its tail.

They dug their talons in its skin when it shook its body to get them off. But they held one. Even when it spun around in circles in an attempt to let their grip on its back slacken. They slipped, all while their claws were embedded in scales and skin. The dragon roared in pain, and they took this opportunity to sting their back.

They sank the tip of their tail in the now exposed flesh, injecting the paralyzing toxins in the bloodstream of the one that they titled as a traitor.

They screeched, their grip had slipped and they flew in the air away from where they had stung it. Their much smaller and more fragile form made impact with a tree. Hard. They heard their bones snap, a sharp pain in their spine as they fell, screeching in pain as tears fell formed in their eyes. Their legs and tail were numb, and they were only able to move their upper torso.

They commanded for their pack to attack the dragon, despite them not being able to join in on the fight. Their packmates clawed, stung and even bit the dragon everywhere where there was an opening. Their pack even went as far as to use their blue flames to burn the thick scales. It had melted the exterior layer of flesh made it all the way to the interior and more vulnerable flesh.

The dragon, however, roared in fury and began violently shaking its body and sent their packmates flying. It used its ability to shock them, and they knew that they had to give up. To back down from the fight after seeing that their pack was no match for a dragon as big and powerful as it.

They called for their packmates, seeing some of them get picked up by the dragon and eaten. They were picked off like little pieces of meat. They witnessed how some of them were bitten in half an then swallowed, some of them being swallowed whole and alive while the others were halfway in its jaws and slurped up like worms. They saw the other also watch with horror as time seemed to have slowed down.

The rest, however, managed to get up and run towards them. They made a cry, mourning the loss of some of their packmates as three of the eighteen that had not been eaten carried them away. They cried, and roared at the dragon, calling it a murderer and a heartless creature. But deep down, they knew that it was part of the food chain.

They watched as the dragon stared at them as they were carried away by some of their packmates. Those yellow irises made them feel nothing but fear. Atleast, until they saw those filthy creatures. They snarled, commanding their pack to stop in their tracks.

The one with magenta hair and black tips looked at them with.... sympathy? Why was the filthy creature showing them sympathy? They snarled at the human, but the magenta haired being didn't seem to back down from giving them sympathy. They turned their attention to the other human, still snarling.

" What did you do?"

The white haired human asked the dragon, tone firm and left no space for it to lie. As if it could speak. They hissed, and the dragon roared back at them.

The human looked back and forth between them and the massive pack murderer. They seemed to have figured it out, all while the magenta haired one began to approach them and their pack. Their pack snarled and raised their stingers at the filthy thing.

" Zohakuten! Did you eat their packmates?!"

The white haired human whined, while the magenta haired one still approached them. Her eyes held kindness and sympathy. Was- was she playing tricks with them?! Was she trying to make them believe that she w-

" Sh~ it's okay~ I won't hurt you~"

They snarled, and the rest of the pack glared at her. She seemed to hesitate, while the white haired one scolded the big dragon like it was some hatchling that did something stupid.

They sniffed, their pupils rounding slightly as they got a whiff of nothing but good intent from her. They made a click, commanding the pack to back down, which got them many weird and uncertain looks. But they obeyed nonetheless.

The woman smiled and carefully approached, making sure that they could read her body language and her intentions.

" That was mean! No dragon should lose their packmates! Bad Zohakuten! Bad!"

They watched as the dragon lowered their ears, whining and grumbling as it got scolded. It was weird and shocking to see a dragon turn into... what was it that humans called it? Dogs? Yes. Dogs, they believed.

" A broken spine... that's not good... Please come with us so I can tend your broken spine. It won't heal properly if left unattended."

She... was willing to help them? After all snarled and growled at her? They felt like something warm spread through their body. They looked at their pack, and nodded.

The pack nodded in return and looked at the human, waiting for her to lead them and their pack to her den.

" Please follow me."

She got up, and their pack followed. They saw the dragon snarl at them, but quickly got scolded at for doing so.

" NO! No snarling! No growling! Bad Zohakuten! Bad!"

They were confused, and made chuffing sounds in the form of a laugh in their language. They still mourned over the loss of their five packmates, but maybe these humans weren't so bad? Maybe... maybe they were good humans!

They would-

" Attack!"

" Y/n! Fuck!"

They saw the human stand in front of their pack, blocking a sharp metal thing from penetrating one of their packmates. They saw the large dragon snarl and get up, despite the injuries their pack and even they themselves had inflicted on it.

They snarled. These humans, the ones that had no intent, were worth protecting. They could see why the large dragon had protected them. Now, they would do the same.

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[dragonmasterhiccup]

Danny sensed Hiccups unease and set her spoon in her bowl while looking up at him, “Not that many” she said, skepticism laced in her voice, “Just a couple others, they were all older, so they got out before me, and I haven’t seen them since, why…?” she asked while looking up at him.

"Because dragons being in cells and cages is bad enough, but putting children in them too? That is so much worse. It's wrong, in every way."

The more he learned about Drago and his ways, the more he was relieved the man was dead.

"I asked, because if there were still any others, I was going to go there myself and get them out of those cells. The remaining pieces of my plan are still in process." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Are you sure you were the last one? There was no one younger than you?"

[dividedsingularity]

Artfight 2023, 25/25 - Cypress ~PineconePaladin

After only a few months, here's the final piece I made during last year's Art Fight. I didn't want to tackle the rest of my bookmarks on the final day, so instead I went to newly posted characters and picked one that looked fun - this sporty dragoness named Cypress. I thought it would be fun to include my Noodle in the piece, and as usual, I had to come up with his colour scheme basically on the spot; if I were doing it now, I think I'd have made him green. I had to extend the page for her long legs and tail, as you can see… If you check out the progress gif under the cut, you will also see I changed Noodle entirely after the doodling stage. I think my favourite part to draw was Cypress' colourful mane and fur tufts.

[moonlight--huntress]

On a previous post I mentioned my Dark souls OC Dragos and how he wants to put his former knights to rest whom have been corrupted by the abyss and both of these pieces I made depict the blood knight design I came up with!

[viciouslyfilthy]

@dragonskxn it seems a group of geriatrics have joined the soupfest...

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"Try not to drool in the sssoup, you abssssolute caveman. Rabies is the lasst thing anyone would want in their food." The serpent scolded the fox, pulling at one of Willy's elongated ears and causing him to whine.

Willy, in return, of course snapped and tried to nip at Cornelius' hand, lucky for him- the rabid fox missed the target and dropped his item he intended to add to the soup. He called it Pudge. Short for Pumpkin Smudge.

"My ingredient!" The man exclaimed as he scrambled to recollect the vegetable. Willy had brought a large pumpkin he held in his arms. It seemed a little old, not fresh out of a pumpkin patch but still edible; he had sloppily carved what seemed to be a pig's face on it (probably an attempt at picturing the dragoness' pet hog). The sudden movement and the weight of the food item caused him to lose his footing and drop the pumpkin, which rolled away from him.

"Now look what you've done! You BASTARD!" The fox yelled from afar... Versy chuckled at the poor man's misfortune and continued slithering along without him.

He carried a storage basket in one of his arms. Inside it was two freshly baked loafs of brioche bread, gingerbread, a piece of roasted swan (safe to assume he ate the rest), plum puddings, a comically large truffle that had been washed so clean, neatly cut into slices and picked from any parasites that may have been in it that one wouldn't believe this thing was buried deep into the dirt just a day or two ago, and sea grapes. Not all of these were i gredients for the soup, obviously, only the truffle was meant to be ingredient for the 'main event' at the dragon's cottage, the rest? Well! They were only to be considered little snacks to nibble on for everyone. And of course he would be eager to hear other's opinions on his food, which he always simply loved to discuss.

He slithered alongside a distinguishable gentleman wearing a dapper vertical-lined tuxedo and a red rose on his chest that stood out the most in all of his black and white fashion. Maxwell!

He said nothing as the serpent lightly bullied the fox man earlier, only appearing slighting annoyed but ultimately unamused. Versy's size and appearence made him a tad uneasy, but nothing he wasn't used to already in The Constant, what with all the giant monsters he created and the beasts that came with each season. He had a personal vendetta against the Bearger for destroying his beehives.

In his arms he carried none other than Chester! The little living container panted just a like a dog, content. Inside, he carried not just his own eyebone, but also several bundlewraps that stored the ingredients he brought for Annalise: several berries, four drumsticks, a pair of frog's legs, two tallbird eggs, a leafy meat, two eggplants, a mandrake, as well as some uh... more questionable items, like snake skin, a batilisk wing, a deerclop's eyeball and several pieces of monster meat (hopeful their 'harmful flavor' would no doubt be neutralized by Anna upon being mixed with so many other of her ingredients in her cooking like it would sometimes happen when he made meatballs with it... or maybe, best care scenario, it wouldn't harm her at all, like it happens with the spider child, since she was not all human in nature like him).

The mandrake was his ingredient for the soup. Much like Willy's pumpkin, it didn't seem all that fresh either; it had some scratches that gave the item some darkened spots here and there- the most noticeable dark spot was the massive stab wound at the center, but it wasn't outright rotten. At best it may have been a little stale but not bad. He felt a little embrassed giving her an item in such a condition, but hey- mandrakes were no easy task in finding and killing!

There rest... were all a gift. He knew Anna loved cooking and was terrific at it, how could he not? Especially given the conditions of his ingredient. Of course he'd bring gifts for the lady herself. One such gift that was quite ah.. eye-catching, was small but very round blue egg, with lime green, chunky spots all over it, simply wrapped in a black shadowy bow (mostly to emphasize that it was meant as a gift and not as the ingredient given the circumstances).

Annalise's a farmer... and, from what little he knew so far, a bird-like dragon, so she must know a thing or two about hatching eggs..