#the og dragons my beloved

[nemiisnemisis]

AEUEHEHDHDJ THE CHAPTER UPDATED AND I'M IN TEARSSSS

spoilers for akatsuki no yona ch 257

WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!?!? YONA WE'RE GOING TO SAVE THEM ALL 😭 😭 😭

link for manga for those who wanna read it too:

[raayllum]

—act 5, scene i, The Tempest

[rosenfey]

bethany esda really giving me all these dragons and no option to kiss them. cowards

[cheemken]

You know what? I didn’t even think of the relationship between the Legendary Dragons and their hero’s

Like are they just using Iris, Hilda, and Hilbert to get what they need? Or do they actually enjoy the Unova Kids company and wish to keep them around, even when they eventually overthrow Arceus? Bonus that they’re also strong trainers that’ll fight for them if the dragons decide to keep them around

Also YOUR HONOUR ‼️

Goddd Iris you deceiving piece of shit, Drayden is going to feel like it’s his fault that the Dragons fused back together. Cause he was the one who told Iris about the DNA Splicers and trusted her with them. But he made a bad call and now he’s facing the consequences of his actions, even if no one can truly blame him in the end for trusting Iris, his own granddaughter

Also I like to think the Dragons let the six of them have their fun by causing chaos throughout Unova and getting back at those who have wronged their Hero and their chosen person. Idk what we’re gonna call Bianca, Cheren, and N. But yeah causing thunderstorms, heat waves, blizzards. All different kinds of weather that absolutely destroyed the ecosystems around Unova

Let me be self indulgent in our lil aus and say that the dragons got attached to the kids bc I'm such a sucker for found family stuff and while yeah at first they were just using them, they gradually got attached and went "y'know what... Yeah, if anything happens to them, we'll kill everyone else and Arceus right?" And the other two just agreed hahaha

Like idk, I always see the dragons listening to any of the kids even if it isn't their respective hero or chosen, cause their bonds are that close and strong na and it's also a bit terrifying cause no one could ever know who currently has which dragon with them, if one of them has all three, if one has two, if one has none, either way, the dragons are quick to head to their aid when they need them, as the kids had been there to help them achieve their goal of becoming the original dragon once again

And ouugghhhfhfhfh Drayden cbdmcbdn like imagine if Iris did get the Splicers while Drayden was away, when he was doing his Gym Leader duties. Iris got the Splicers, she met up with her friends and the dragons, and they finally fused all three of them. Standing before them now was Unova's Dragon, it's thunderous roar could be heard at every corner of Unova. Storms raged, a sudden heat was carried by the winds, and in some parts a bitter blizzard swept the lands. The Dragon stood tall, black and white and grey scales gleaming beneath the Unovan sun, eyes a gleaming purple, a crown like crest on its head; the Crowned Zenith. The Dragon crouched down to it's heroes, a sign of appreciation, his voice echoing within their minds, his thanks apparent, as he held his claws out for them, so see the world how he sees it from above, and they too shall see how it's like being a god.

And just chdmdb ough, the kids going on about their commands with the Dragon carrying them out, and feeling the absolute power just within their palms, it sent a shiver of delight down their spines. When they got to Opelucid, Drayden could only look up in fear and in disappointment in himself. He saw Iris with the original Dragon, a sordid smile on her face, as she commanded the Dragon to freeze Opelucid once more, letting the people know she's had enough of their hatred towards her. God imagine that breaking Drayden tho cjxksjfkd cause like imagine if he hears what Iris said, how the people never saw her as anything more than a child, how she will never be enough, and god that was such a shot at Drayden's heart; not only has he failed his family's purpose of guarding the Splicers, but he also failed his granddaughter, failed to help her when she needed him the most. And now he could only watch helplessly as Iris' eyes glowed ominously, her friends stood beside her, the Dragon behind them, waiting for Iris' commands.

[mrstsung]

Cw: implied nsfw. Nothing super graphic. But yeah...spicy

💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

Imagine shang tsung teaching you self defense. Nothing special. Just enough to defend yourself if needed. Especially if he isn't there to help you. Or if he's away. Or if you get attacked and ambushed. Or if he feels you are ready (which even if you are i highly doubt he'd let you even with high trust a loyalty,because he doesn't wanna lose the only one person in his life who dared to get close to his heart like that. Like daddy shang is hella protective sorry not sorry. He genuinely is scared of you dying. Especially by anothers hands. Especially if its someone he absolutely despises) a mortal kombat tournament.

Imagine it getting spicy. Like i mean spicy. Heavy breathing,pinning to the ground spicy. Like sexy angry. But not too much as he doesn't wanna hurt you. Nor you him. Your martial training is paying off tho you have much to learn still.

Bonus points if this is a defining moment for you two.

Not nessicarly "THE" defining moment of his love for you. As that would be something more simple as you bringing him his tea,checking in on him,or something simple and sweet. That is "THE MOMENT HE FELL TRULY IN LOVE WITH YOU" (TM) moment. Especially physically,not that you weren't physically attractive to him before. But this was the "holy shit i never realized HOW gorgeous you were till now"

Nah this is the defining moment he noticed everything else about you. After this training spar,he started noticing your hips,your curves,the smile on your face,the way you eyes sparkle in the moonlight or candlelight flickering in his study room,while he worked. The way your breath moves in your chest while you sleep. The way you hair is soft. Your voice,so tender and sweet or stern and commanding when needed be. But never harsh or demanding. How you just are like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day to him. Refreshing.

This....this is the way you make him feel soft again. This is the deepest parts of the dark sorcerer he keeps from the world.

And you. And you only have the privilege and gift of seeing this side of him.

Cherish this. For this is the closest to someone he's been in a long long long time.

(Sorry i got carried away on this but oof im in my feels writing again)

[clockys-soul]

Redid Neon cuz I feel this fits his name better and I kinda need the color palette for a different dragon.

Ghoul's beloved twin sister Ghost, she's obviously also a night/icewing, she's much more distant and quiet than her brother, she's observant, clever and stubborn. She always curls her tail around Ghoul cuz she has anxiety and contact with her twin makes her feel calm. Both siblings paint a lot, especially together, they can communicate telepathically which makes that easier.

My Boy Neon is a Silk/Rainwing, he's clever, flirtatious and overall charismatic, his looks help with that obviously, but he speaks in a way that makes other wann listen to him. He can inject a venom that makes the affected area feel, tingly and later numb, he's a student currently and having the time of his life.

OGs may recognize Mosaic, he's Sea/Rainwing, he's one of my very first wof ocs and very similar to Neon in terms of personality but kinder and a little less flirtatious, his venom is also incredibly dangerous, it destroys the nervous system within minutes, he himself is immune to it and other venomous. He lived happily with his parents before attending the Academy and becoming a student there. He still regularly write letters to them.

[notebookqueenofnarnia]

Okay Demigods

now that Season 2 has been confirmed (!!!!!!!!!!) I am here to make my official appeal that you ALL read the books. and yes...i mean ALL the books. Because here is what you are missing if you don't:

(mostly spoiler free. mostly vibes and chaotic no context)

OG PERCY JACKSON

Percy's INCREDIBLE sarcasm

Lots of chaotic Mr. D moments

Percy's unending absolute obliviousness when it comes to: his own abilities/powers, his own feelings towards a certain daughter of Athena, and EVERYONE'S feelings towards him

the full list of Percy's felonies (it's longer than you think!)

how much Percy thinks about Annabeth, especially in the third book

The Hunters of Artemis (everyone's like 'which godly parent would you have?' but im like ??? who cares??? I'm running off with the girls to immortal to hunt men i mean monsters)

soooooooooo much Sally Jackson is the Best Mom (to everyone who walks through her door) content

BLACKJACK. TRANS ICON BLACKJACK THE PEGASUS.

Rachel. Elizabeth. Dare. (this is how the audiobook says her name every single time)

Paul Blofis

Sally Jackson, author

Poseidon: Blowfish?

HEROES OF OLYMPUS

If you don't read these books you are missing out on some of the coolest female characters Rick has created: PIPER (an iconic), HAZEL (unintentionally hilarious), REYNA (beautiful character arc), and ANNABETH's point of view will have you loving her on a whole other level, trust me

Also: COACH HEDGE

Leo

All The Ladies Love Leo

the audiobooks are INSANE. It felt like a full cast read the book, but no. it was just one insanely talented narrator.

FESTUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (im a dragon girlie)

Personally, I spent a lot of time reading the OG 5 wondering about how Roman mythology plays into Percy's world. Uncle Rick answered my questions and answered them SO WELL

Hazel the horse girl

Frank the horsebirddolphinman

Frank, gentle himbo, my beloved son

MY FAVORITE SCENE WHICH INVOLVES PERCY NOT KNOWING HOW TO DRIVE, A HARPY, FRANK, AND HAZEL AND THEYRE ALL SCREAMING AND IM PRETTY SURE STUFF IS ON FIRE

Forced Proximity for 7 teenagers and one chaotically violent satyr (that's Coach Hedge)

Eros/Cupid being one the most genius things Rick's ever written

Percy's hate of Ares transcending god magic

(also his love of Annabeth, but that's like obvious)

PercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabethPercabe

weird barely gnome things

this one giant whose name is definitely not pronounced like female anatomy

everyone thinking Percy and Annabeth are constantly getting up to the hanky panky

a statue made me cry

Gay Grumpy/Sunshine (or should that be Death/Sunshine) origins!!

TRIALS OF APOLLO

Apollo, vain himbo of godly proportions is forced to live as Lester Papadopoulos

Percy: why

a very chaotic twelve year old daughter of Demeter

she commands Apollo around

plant magic

terrible great haikus at the start of every chapter

Sally Jackson being the best mom to everyone who comes to her door

magic shoes

a sassy magic prophetic arrow that talks in Shakespearean English

so much gay grumpydeath/sunshine content

also yes sunshine's dad is Apollo

Apollo sings

Grover! Piper! Reyna! Hazel! All the friends! Everyone

Jason! (also im sorry)

what if there were some trees who were an elite squad of warriors who also answer to the chaotic twelve year old

gay moms of the midwest

unicorns

in the last book, chiron takes the campers on a 'field trip' to help take down the big baddie and he shows up dressed as a warrior soccer mom with granola bars, water bottles, and extra swords attached to his fanny pack

a different chaotic twelve year old while fighting to the death in a building that's on fire: "CAN WE GO ON FIELD TRIPS EVERY WEEK?"

chiron: "ROSE DEAR RAISE YOUR SWORD A LITTLE HIGHER!"

okay im not going to spoil it but in the last book there is also this extremely horrifyingly violent moment that Uncle Rick somehow turns into one of the most hilarious things i've ever read

Piper in the epilogue

CHALICE OF THE GODS

more insanely funny percy first person narration

Grover, Percy, Annabeth reunite ("the gang is back together!" "The three musketeers!" "Shrek, Fiona, and Donkey!" "Excuse me?")

have you met the god of himbos? (Percy has)

SO

MANY

EASTER

EGGS

for Season one. you can totally see how Uncle Rick worked on the script and chalice together

if you liked Annabeth shoving Percy into the water....this one is for you

Percy, supreme god of snakes

the cutest cutest cutest cutest Percabeth content you will ever read

hippie gods (yes more than one)

Percy is literally obsessed with Annabeth

Annabeth already being the Jackson daughter in law

Sally Jackson and Paul and

For the record: You CAN read Chalice of the Gods without reading the other series, but please please please read all these books. The audiobooks are phenomenal.

[kallikrein]

AFTER CLASS DETENTION

— with sano shinichiro, akashi takeomi, arashi keizo (benkei), and imaushi wakasa.

genre. fluff and crack, i guess?

contains. gn!reader, school au maybe, profanities, definitely ooc, grammatical errors and not proofread!

word count. 2.3k.

note. just a little smth i wrote for the anniversary of the og black dragons. can you believe we won't get another content for the og bds ever again? we wanna know more, wakui-sensei ;; and also, thanks for @novelbear for the wonderful prompt!

SANO SHINICHIRO

His eyes traced the massive letters in front of him. It looked rushed, edgy. From the first letter up to the last, it screamed ‘I am livid’.

Detention, it said to him. In enraged capital letters too.

He thought an hour had already passed, but a quick glance away from his admiring session with the chalkboard proved otherwise. He still had ample time to spare. 55 minutes to be exact.

Damn. Shinichiro rubbed his face with his hands. He had other plans for this afternoon. Plans with his guys, with his siblings, with his beloved motorcycle. Being detained like a prisoner at school wasn’t in his schedule. And it wasn’t in his plans to get stuck with one of his classmates either.

Now, that made him ponder for a bit. 

What in the world were you doing? Sitting all prim and proper, and two seats away from him?

“Hey,” he couldn’t help but ask, “what’d you do?”

To his surprise, you squeaked. Like you’d been caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

His eyes turned wide when you started fixing your hair, hiding them behind your ears, and clearing your throat. Was his question that invasive? He quickly stammered, “Ah, you don’t have to answer.”

“N-no...”

“Right. Sorry.”

Shinichiro slumped back on his chair. He could guess it’s because you took another student’s punishment. That’s how you always were. But as far as kindness went, that’s just wrong. Even a rowdy delinquent like him wouldn’t go that far. But of course, he couldn’t speak for everybody else.

“Sensei got mad,” he started. “He got mad ‘cause I always go to school with bruises. That and I’m always late in the mornings.”

For some reason, the words just came out. He didn’t know what to do with the soft silence. It wasn’t that strange. It’s quite comfortable, as surprising as it was. But he needed to be busy with something, to focus on something, to take his mind off this awful hour of punishment.

He started to tap his desk with a slim finger in sync with the ticking of the clock in hopes it would tick faster. When it didn’t work, he sighed and groaned, and sighed again for the millionth time. And when he lost all hope, he hummed a tune.

“Isn’t that an anime song?”

Hearing your question, he faced you and found you looking slightly amused. “Oh, yeah,” he agreed once he realized, “I think it is. My little sister makes me watch her shows.”

You beamed, “That’s kinda cute.”

He quickly pursed his lips, aware not to retort back with something like ‘No. You’re cute’. At the back of his mind, he could easily imagine Takeomi making a disgusted face at his strategy. Instead, he asked the question that’s been bugging him, “Why did you get detention?”

“Pushy, are we?” You answered back, avoiding his gaze.

He shrugged, careless and strangely confident. “Well, I think it’s because you just wanna see me.”

And there went his self-preservation. He honestly didn’t know where that came from. Blame the silence! Blame the silence! His mind told him. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing in the purest form of shame, “I-I don’t mean that. Don’t mind me starting from now on…”

When he peeked your way, his breath got caught in his throat.

You were frozen. Your eyes spoke of panic and embarrassment and truth, and it took you a long time to say something.

If you even wanted to say something, anything; to reject his arrogant words — at all.

In an instant, he started making a sound that resembled a dying man’s cry for help. “Ahhhh…! Aaaahhhh…!”

“Shinichiro-san!”

AKASHI TAKEOMI

To say that Takeomi was a studious person was a delusion.

Even so, he worried about his falling grades every now and then. No one in the prime of their youth would want to fall back a grade. First, it’s a hassle. Two, and perhaps the worst case to ever happen, he didn’t want Shinichiro and the others to boss him around like a true kouhai.

Never in his life would he allow that to happen.

He deemed a passing grade and an acceptable ranking would suffice. Yes, that’s what he thought. He should be safe if he punctually comes to class, hands out his homeworks, and achieves decent test remarks.

Yes, that would be enough. So with a will made of steel, starting today, in this almost empty classroom, he would become studious.

Collecting his textbook and a pen, he began to lay out the materials for his self-study. It wasn’t until a few minutes of measly concentration he felt someone burning holes on the sides of his face that he threw a look at its source.

“What?” He scowled.

“What? What do you mean ‘what’?” You screeched. “You’re studying! Studying!”

“And? Do you see the world ending?” He went back to his reading but the words were now all jumbled up in his head. He couldn’t believe all the times he got into detention, this one time you just had to be in one as well.

“Yes?” You scoffed. “What happened to ‘I can buy this whole school if I want to pass’ Takeomi?!”

“Shut up. You’re disturbing me,” he gnarled. He swore he just needed a quiet time, a peaceful one to get this subject done, and he would be free as a bird.

“Nope. Not gonna happen.” Seeing how you dragged your chair closer to his, with your eyes sparkling with mischief, it’s easy to say you weren’t bothered at all to be reprimanded.

Unlike him.

“Get out of my sight,” Takeomi warned.

“What are you studying?”

“I said ge—” Before he could finish his second threat, you had already snatched the book he was just reading. You hummed in recognition, speaking out loud its contents.

“Ah, this is boring,” you tutted after a while. “Wanna ditch detention with me?”

“No.”

“Wanna ditch detention with me?”

“No. And give me back my book.”

“I’ll give it back if you ditch detention with me.”

“I won’t ditch. Give it back,” Takeomi insisted. He stood up from his seat so he would easily tower over your sitting form, but you too were quick on your feet. Jumping to get away from his hold.

“Now, this is starting to get fun.” Smirking, you ran to the other side of the room, near the exit door, and did a little taunt, “If you catch me, I’d teach you how to easily memorize this!”

“No way in hell you got that memorized.” He said that but he wasn’t too sure. Even though you’re a culprit on your own, you’re still book smart. Always have been. You have always been a great help when his procrastination becomes too extreme. “Get back here,” he grunted as he darkly inched forward.

“You need saving, Takeomi,” you mocked.

“No, I don’t,” he drawled, as a devilish grin formed on his lips. “You’re the one who needs saving.”

With that, he started chasing his book.

ARASHI "BENKEI" KEIZO

“Oh, wow. Uhm, hi…”

Benkei looked up to find one familiar face standing by the door, bag and books in their arms. He gave them a customary nod, “Hm.”

“May I sit?”

Another nod, “Hm.”

Silence passed and you were still a fidgeting wreck around him. He took a glance at you. “First time?”

“Y-yes!” 

Well, not that he could be much of help for first timers anyway. He’s already used to spending his afternoons in a barren classroom. All the students that got detained with him for detention always opted for counseling or community service instead.

It seemed he scared most of his schoolmates simply by his appearance alone, so the less interaction the better.

Not that he minded, to be honest. It’s more tolerable to have people be terrified of his wordless tenacity than to have his head fuming and his blood boiling from all the idiocracy they possessed. It’s more favorable for everybody that way.

Although, he has his moments of loneliness too. Just like now, he thought the flowers below the window panes looked a bit miserable. They were one of his reasons for not listening to class. How a flower, something so gentle and fragile, gives beauty to the world around them. How delightful they exist for that reason alone.

But today, they looked poignant. And it made his heart feel a tad bit blue.

“Benkei-san? Can I call you Benkei-san?”

“Hm?” Upon realizing he wasn’t alone, Benkei gave his fullest attention to you. “What’d you just say?”

“Ah! It’s nothing super important! I just wondered if I can call you Benkei-san!” You sounded as if a soldier was asked by his superior if he had understood his orders. It was that formal and alert.

“Chill out,” he noted. “I’m not gonna bite your head off.”

“Ah… haha… then… Can I call you Benkei-san?”

“Sure. Whatever.” He might sound dismissive, but he didn’t care much if he was called Benkei or Keizo. Then again, he’s already used to being evaded by people like he’s the plague.

The thought brought him back to his senses. 

“You didn’t get counseling?” The words came out of his mouth in a rush, before his mind could even comprehend what he’s inquiring about. “Community service?”

You smiled sheepishly, “No.” 

“I wonder why,” Benkei wondered. Not knowing he had uttered it out loud.

“It’s not because I wanna get to know you more, Benkei-san!” You explained. “Sensei told me there’s a… a… a missing lunch box! Yes! A missing lunch box in this classroom, a-a-and I should return it to her! ASAP!”

Suddenly, you’re on your feet scrounging the tables, lifting the upturned chairs as if it could hide a lunch box underneath. And then you started checking the drawers, the windows — hell, even the freaking doorways.

“What does it look like?” He asked, standing to his full height to help.

“Erm… a yellow flowery thing… I think?” 

“I think I’ve seen it somewhere,” he added. He turned his back on you, looking atop the drawer beside the teacher’s table, as he hid a playful, knowing smirk from you. “Is it Sensei’s?”

“Erm… yes? Yes. If you can find it, that would be great.”

Turning around, he had his palms facing up, showing that there’s clearly nothing in his hands. His expression could only be phrased as fun yet lighthearted, a boyish grin when he proudly chuckled, “I spy with my little eye that you lie.”

“No! Sensei… she— I didn’t want to stalk you, I swear! NO, THAT’S NOT IT! I mean—”

“Yes, you can call me Benkei,” he beamed.

IMAUSHI WAKASA

Many times in his life he was bored. Simply and excruciatingly bored. And most times when he was bored, he didn’t know what was happening or what’s gotten into his head.

He thought maybe it’s one way to keep him entertained. To do something out of his character, or perhaps to learn something new about himself. 

Much like what he was doing at the present.

“Tell me,” he started, “when was the first time we talked to each other?”

To him, the question wasn’t out of the ordinary. It’s merely a subject he felt tackling at the moment. But unfortunately for you, his victim of the day, just so happened to be stuck in an afternoon detention with him.

“I wonder when it was,” he continued as he fiddled with the keychain in your bag. “I couldn’t remember. Help this poor guy out?”

“Imaushi-san…”

“Nope,” he held a pale hand out. “Just a clue. Don’t give me the full details.”

You sighed, your waning determination to ignore him going down straight to shambles, “It was Valentines.”

“Valentines, huh? Did you give me chocolates? Did you confess? Did I turn you down?”

He kept firing those questions, seemingly uninterested with whatever your reply would be. But then, he suddenly wondered, did you really give him chocolates? He must admit he had one too many every Valentines, and most of those he didn’t even want to accept.

Maybe you were one of those girls he respectfully turned down, and now you just had this desperate notion to follow him around like a cat lost its owner, needing that affection from whoever worthy they choose to be.

“I get it,” he dramatically sighed. “I really do.”

Without looking up from your homework, you asked, “What is?” 

“So, I have another question.” Wakasa let go of the suddenly becoming cute keychain of yours, and he creeped his face closer to your desk, almost becoming one with your notebook, just so you’d look him straight in the eyes.

His ruffled hair fell across his forehead, and surprising as it was, he smiled. Sweetly. “Would you humor me?”

You stared at him, almost as deadpan as the thin line across your lips, “No.”

“Hmm,” he pouted. “But I feel like we’ll be good together.”

When you lost your grip around the pen, he knew he finally had your attention. “Say,” he whispered, looking at you from underneath his lashes, “would you go on a date with me?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” You quickly shut your mouth from the sudden slip of profanity and glared at him instead. “I won’t go on a date with you.”

“Why not?” He reached out a hand to brush your hair behind your ear, and seeing how you shivered, he sat up right. “I think I’m a nice boyfriend.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, dragging your notebook away from his reach. “Shooting down my best friend’s heart on Valentine’s Day would make me do exactly that.”

He paused, “Wait…” Wasn’t it you who gave him chocolates? Oh damn, they were all blurry faces in his memory. But through the hazy recollection, he could recall someone aiming at him with a sandwich. 

A sandwich. 

Surely, that wasn’t you? He would remember that person’s face back then seeing how comical it had seemed.

That was you?

“Yes. You did. And I threatened you for it,” you prattled on. “I have never given you chocolates. In fact, I almost killed you with a half-eaten sandwich. That’s how I can remember our first talk.”

Well, Wakasa was certain about it now. You learn something new about yourself when you’re bored.

taglist. @baji-san and @gwynsapphire.

[galaxybooper]

During a discussion in the Council, a question emerged regarding ages of our beloved characters. I suggested we ask Vincent Tong. He has granted permission for me to share and I quote, "So long as my disclaimer of me saying this is my own opinion and not canon, accompanies my answer." Please ensure to respect Vincent Tong's request if you wish to share this answer with others. As always, the question and answer are directly copied and pasted from the Cameo DM. There has been no editing or rewording. Thank you, and enjoy!

"Really the only question I have is regarding Kai's age. Seeing as asking for Kai's age for every single season is a lot, could you perhaps tell us what you think is Kai's age in at least the pilots or maybe some other season?"

"That is a big question that has so much speculation. This is what I think, and this is my personal opinion and not canon. In the pilot Kai was a teenager maybe 13-15. He was Nya’s big brother and guardian since their parents weren’t around. Now, maybe in the Ninjago universe aging is different than our ‘world’ but as you can see we have new younger Ninja’s in Dragons rising. Through the years our adventures as the OG Ninja has been such a blast. I still have the first page of the first pilot episode where Kai has the first line. I treasure it so much!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 And I can claim that I was the FIRST OG Ninja of the Ninjago series!"

[nyii0mon]

Do y’all fw Red Ribbon Army yaoi 😅 or is it just me … sorry guys I became a Red Ribbon Army enjoyer,, specifically the original ones in OG Dragon Ball 😅😅 THEY WERE SILLY!! THEY’RE MY FAVORITESSS!! THEY DON’T GET ENOUGH APPRECIATION!!!

Murasaki and General White my beloveds

[feyreandhercourt]

My thoughts on HOFAS, ft. SPOILERS

Overall, I will say I think this was a very well "written" book craft-wise. Like better than HOSAB and ACOSF, imo.

Okay Bryce telling Hunt “thinking about you getting tortured was hard for me!!!” was a… choice. If fated mates could divorce, I’d be filing

Honestly all around. They are my least favorite but before I attributed it to just not being into Hunt. But honestly they just seemed to be on different pages.

Where was Fury?????????????????????

Okay the hand thing was brutal but well played

Lidia was great. Also I recognized the Brann thing when he was introduced and was very proud of myself because I never make the connections lol

But I did think he might be like OG Brannon… the fact he’s not still has me interested

The bonus chapters were decent generally. Az and Nesta were likeable in them which makes me hopeful because Az’s LAST bonus chapter was Not A Good Look (tm)

Tell me how Feyre beat the Midgardden wyrm or whatever with a bone and yet Az and Nesta couldn’t. Nothing but respect for MY high lady

Speaking of, Theia really went the tradwife route and said no more high ladies tee hee only men should rule, huh?

Did Sigfrid or whatever even matter?

Ariadne felt like the opposite of Chekov’s gun. You have a DRAGON and a lot of fire and girlie is MIA

Ithan becoming Prime when the boy has zero main character energy was… meh.

Getting their powers back was AWESOME though am I forgetting something or did that not happen to Bryce? It felt like a copout but maybe I missed it?

The Theia/Silene reveals were interesting but lmao Nesta and Bryce kept talking shit during them which was both funny and just… repetitive

Bryce seemed to CONSTANTLY making inappropriate wisecracks. Like I don’t mean with the king but like when Lydia’s sons were captured or whatever??? not necessarily that but similar. Like girl there are times to be serious.

Ruhb SHOOTING LYDIA IN THE LEG while they are in enemy territory was one of the DUMBEST things going. But ya know what I need a couple to root for and Juniper/Lydia had no page time so they get a pass

Um. So we’re just not gonna address the Rhys/Ruhn twinsie connection?????

Tharion really made the bold choice to just… exist.

Also not the book’s fault but the video thing lmao would SO be disbelieved with where AI is today and that was all I could think when they released it

The Urd/Wyrd thing was a facepalmer that I liked

Wehb ACOWARA came out, a blogger (who posts great takes) was annoyed Feyre reused the starfall dress because that was a major royalty faux pas. That’s how I felt when Bryce used the mask.

People said things felt “too easy” but I don’t think that was an issue. Like QOS was “easier” but it’s one of the most beloved SJM books. I think the real issue is people didn’t feel connected and SJM had a few too many instances of explicitly saying “they didn’t know what they were doing but they did it by instinct”

GIVE ME MY FIRE BREATHING BITCH QUEEN WITH HER POWERS BACK PLEASE

SJM is 100000% going to write another TOG book and I am so ready. Those do. Not. Miss.

As ever, (and I had the same issue with Marvel) the issue with these multiverse things for me personally is I read some really fantastic theories that make a TON of sense, get excited for them, and then when they’re either not present or not present but with no explanation or a worse one, I wind up disappointed.

I’d say this is my second favorite CC book. I did think it was well-written though. And I know some were upset not to have ACOTAR POVs (okay me too lol) but I do think it makes sense to keep it as Bryce’s book. Except it’s more “Bryce and Friends” than Bryce.

[ifishouldvanish]

Alucard arguably makes the greatest personal sacrifice throughout the og series because it's his late mother's wishes he must honor and his father's life he has to take. But you take those figures away, and what is left? His grief leaves him hollow, such that his first instinct is to entomb himself under the specter of his father's legacy, eternally in its shadow.

Olrox witnesses the genocide of his people and suffers the loss of the only man he's ever loved—but he survives, endures, and perseveres. You rob him of these things, and his grief is his metamorphosis. Countless hunters have promised to slice him in two, but not even a Belmont can take him down. His grief lights a fire in him that scorches anything in his path.

Adrian has defined himself by nobly protecting others, and so his sense of self will always die with them—his deeds and heroism remembered, but not his humanity.

Olrox has built a reputation across the Americas as a force to be reckoned with. He's no one's hero and serves no master—but he nonetheless finds himself forced to bow to Erzsebet.

In 300 years, there's nothing left of Adrian but the "myth". Nothing more than a tale to be told.

In 300 years, Olrox is called a "dragon". Nothing more than a beast to be vanquished.

But imagine The Myth growing fangs and claws. Sinking them into flesh and leaving a tangible mark on the world: I am here, and your hope is made up of my scar tissue. Lay your hands upon it and never again forget my pain.

Imagine The Dragon rising to its full, legendary potential. Punishing the wicked and becoming a symbol of hope for the persecuted: I am here, and my thirst for justice is my power. Try to tame it and you will only ever face your reckoning.

Imagine them being each other's apotheosis. The Dragon telling the Myth, it is you who sees Quetzalcoatl, the resplendent serpent, and makes him beloved. The Myth telling the Dragon, it is you who sees Adrian Ţepeş, the man, and makes him real.

[returnofthecabbageman]

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[spiritsofprogress]

Here’s how Figment can still win | updating the attraction

I envy those who got to experience the ride in its original form with dream finder and all, I really do. I remember being a kid In the early 2000s and my grandpa was excited to take us on it as it was his favorite ride, only to find it completely different. However, what you might not expect me to say is that I don’t think the current iteration of journey into imagination is bad! Do I think it lives up to the original? No, but Dr.Channing is decent and the concept is quite cute.

The problem is this iteration is a clear patch job done nearly 20 years ago and they’ve let it sit ever since. This sucks. Especially considering Disney and Epcot clearly realize how much pull Figment has as a character, people adore this purple dragon years after his debut (remember the popcorn bucket?). They’ll slap him on anything and everything for festivals… but his ride? Actual non festival attraction related merch? You get a shirt or two if you’re lucky! When I went recently there was a single shelf reserved for figment related items. A single shelf in a decently sized gift shop that was mainly filled with the same Toy Story summer line they overestimated in popularity. (I’ve never seen anyone buy or have something from this line). The state it’s in is sad, especially considering Disney pulls on figments popularity! He’s getting a meet and greet again so can we finally update the attraction! … I’ve also heard rumor of the rainbow tunnel returning….

My solutions-

As much as I wish it could, I don’t know if we’ll get the dream finder version of the ride back, but here’s my idea on how to update the ride with the storyline we do have. It’s a cute concept but they’re not doing it to the best it can be.

1. Make it longer! To say they shortened journey into imagination is a understatement, I have no idea what they’re using half of the building for. Make it longer- maybe do go into the smell and taste labs. Make some more elaborate scenes- show that chaos figment has brought to the institue! One of the best gags is in the queue and the poor secretary of Dr.Channing answering the phone every few seconds - give me that energy! Give me… imagination running wild! That’s literally the storyline with figment but he feels so… constrained? Lack of space as it’s so short.

2. 2D figment. I beg of you. I know when the ride was redone 3D animation was new and all the rage but… I’m sorry 3D figment is terrifying and super dated. Soft, cuddly and cute 2D figment is timeless. It wouldn’t be that hard to go over the same scenes just with a drawn model instead, this is a quick fix to Rodger rabbit it.

3. More characters. I’m not even asking for animatronics but you need to give us something more. Again, that secretary is just a gag but its such a good show of story we don’t get on the actual attraction. A fun idea you could do is have “Dean Finder” come out and be the only one to be able to calm figment down/understand him? Sort of nod to the OG besides just a door THEN they open Channings mind to imagination as something to be free. This equally lengthens the attraction.

4. It just makes me sad as they have a really good concept here and ERIC FLIPPING IDLE but don’t utilize such a great comedic actor to the potential I know they could have. Another thing I’d request is the return of a good imageworks that’s not 99% photo opportunities with random characters not seen anywhere else. Additionally if you don’t want to make a lot of merch for the ride that’s fine… make the gift shop smaller, which shouldn’t be a issue if you make the ride longer again.

It’s fascinating to me that Disney consistently lets such a beloved attraction down despite using it for merch and festivals. It’s also fascinating that despite getting a whole makeover the park is leaning into a retro futurism feel and a “Epcot center” vibe (this is a good thing). But again ignores this ride- It’d be costly, sure, what isn’t, but I think it’d be worth giving just a bit of attention.

[e-wills-afterhours]

Heeey. I have a request, Hiccup having phantom pains and Astrid taking care of him? Thanks!

A/N: Sure thing, Nonny. I think I wrote this very oneshot years ago, but I cannot find it, for the life of me. Might as well do an updated version!

And who doesn't love a little Hiccstrid tenderness, amirite?

Our beloved OTP is 17 here. I also seem to be writing a lot of Hiccstrid from the 5-year gap between HTTYD 1 and 2 lately minus RTTE...

Aaaaaand, I'm kind of okay with that right now. I hope you are too.

Rating: T (all of my work pretty much is unless I rate it otherwise)

Just One of Many Things

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If Astrid was asked to list all of the things she appreciated about Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, it would be long. Perhaps, equal in length to all of the things that aggravated her about him. Some qualities even held spots in both categories. His stubbornness, for example, could be quite the asset when he was in the right; but just as much a headache when he got stuck on some new harebrained idea.

She loved him, regardless.

Growing up amid dragon raids, she did not understand the old adage "opposites attract." It seemed counterintuitive. What held two people together who could not see eye-to-eye on anything? In those days, there was no one more unsuited for each other's company than she and Hiccup.

But then the fog of war lifted, and she finally saw him for who he was. She came to realize that they had more in common than she dared to imagine. They wanted the same things, from the world and each other; albeit their approaches were drastically different. Therein lied their beautiful counterbalance. Everything she needed was within his capacity to give.

He was patient and kind, slow to anger, and remarkably intelligent--almost frighteningly so. Generous with his resources and abilities, she seldom had to ask him for anything he hadn't already thought to provide. He was the calm to her storm.

But true to form, some of his other admirable qualities irked her as much as they endeared him to her--and in that moment, his fierce independence was the bane of her existence. He had a pesky habit of refusing to ask for help, even if he needed it.

The more she pressed him for the truth, the more he denied the extent of the problem.

"Just because you can suffer in silence, doesn't mean you have to," she huffed, arms folded. "You're not winning any prizes."

"I'm fine," he insisted, through gritted teeth as he limped toward the hearth, all but dragging his prosthetic along.

His gait was always the slightest bit uneven, ever since the Red Death took his left leg. One needed a keen eye to notice it; he had adapted so quickly. It made his exaggerated lurches all the more pronounced and worrisome as he braced himself against the mantle.

"You're in pain," she said, frowning deeply.

"It's just a little burning," he replied with a feeble smile, the faintest edge in his voice.

Astrid could make out the beads of sweat glistening on his brow and upper lip from across the room. The crackling fire illuminated them clearly.

"Hiccup, there's nothing there to burn," she retorted, pointing to his metal appendage.

He let out a dry laugh. "Really? I hadn't noticed."

Astrid clicked her tongue. Unlike him, she was prone to impatience. She strode across the room and grabbed him by the shoulders. With a sweep of a well-placed boot to the ankle, she kicked his good and steady leg out from underneath him. Looping one arm beneath his, she guided his fall and avoided further injury as he crumpled to the floor.

"Frigg og Eir!" Astrid, he hissed when he landed. "You don't have to kick my leg out from underneath me! I only have just the one!"

She crouched down in front of him, her expression flat. "At least your sense of humor's still intact."

"Are you going to be kicking that out from me next?" he asked, indignant.

She sighed and sat back on her knees. Her face softened when she considered his labored breathing and clenched fists. His mouth was a tight, thin line as he tried to force the pain down where she wouldn't see. But the suffering was plain in his eyes.

"Please, let me help you," she murmured, placing a hand on his knee. "I want to do this. Just...tell me how."

He paused for a beat, then said, "You really don't have to--"

"Hiccup...," and his name was a soft plea on her lips; one he never could resist.

A drop of sweat trickled down from his temple. He stared at her. There was obvious tension in his neck and shoulders. His left leg jutted out stiffly in front of him while he leaned back. It was as if he thought distance from his metal leg my improve things.

He finally relented with a shuddering exhale.

"Okay." He sat up a little straighter and repeated with more conviction, "Okay."

Astrid gently unfastened his prosthetic and set it aside. Not too long ago, he would have never allowed such a thing--to spare her from his indignity, or some such nonsense. But she never cared, and he had come to accept that. A quarter or more of the adults on Berk had some sort of fake extremity: battle scares of a bygone era. Nothing about Hiccup could ever repulse her. After all, she had grown up alongside Snotlout and the twins; and nothing was sacred anymore.

"When was the last time this happened?" she asked as she rolled his pantleg up over his knee.

"Months ago," he replied, teeth clenched. He breathed through the pain, nostrils flaring. "I don't remember. It's been that long."

"What now?" she asked, holding what remained of his lower leg in her hands.

He betrayed himself with a small whimper, then gestured vaguely at the kitchen. "There's a cloth or a rag. Boiled water on the pot on the table. Should just be warm now."

Astrid filled in the blanks, which wasn't difficult. She got up at once to fetch the rag and took it over to the pot of water that had more than likely been boiled for tea, or some other herbal concoction. With caution, she tested the temperature of the water with the knuckle of her pinky finger. Deciding it was no longer scalding, as Hiccup had said, she dunked the rag in. The excess water, she wrung back into the pot.

"Do I lay it on, or do I wrap it?" she asked, returning to where her boyfriend sat on the floor.

"Wrap it," he replied. Then, with a weak grin, he added, "Please."

Astrid nodded and wrapped the warm rag around the stump of his leg with great care, covering as much of the residual calf muscle as possible. She gave his leg the tenderest squeeze.

He let out a groan, head falling back as he supported his weight on his hands.

"No good?" Astrid asked in alarm. "Is it too hot?"

"It hurts, but it's perfect."

She wrinkled her nose. "What?"

"Do...that again," he said, making a kneading motion in the air with his hands.

"Massage?"

"Yes. But it sounds better when you say it."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You're such a dork. I mean, truly-- the smartest dumbass I've ever known."

He flashed her a genuine smile then laid all the way back on the floor. She settled in a crossed-legged position and massaged the length of his lower leg, up to the knee, over the warm rag.

They stayed in comfortable silence apart from the occasional pop and hiss from the fire. Hiccup, lying down with his eyes closed, and Astrid, tending to the stump in her lap. It was peaceful and uniquely intimate. She'd keep at it all night to take his pain away, if he only asked, but she knew he never would. So, she did what she could for him in that late hour, running her thumbs to the bend of his knee with steady pressure. Followed by long, kneading strokes back down to the end of his limb, where thick ribbons of scar tissue and mangled remnants of flesh all came together, long stitched off. She wondered how much of her touch he could still feel. He had never told her.

She wondered vaguely if her parents were expecting her home. Time was of little consequence whenever they were alone together. The minutes either crawled or flew by; it didn't really matter either way. All Astrid cared about was easing some of the burden he carried. To help, to do something for him, was all she ever wanted.

Hiccup's breathing eventually evened out. His skin was no longer adorned with sweat, and all the tension had left his body. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was asleep.

"Hiccup?" she asked, cutting through silence, and it was almost jarring.

"Hm?" he replied, opening his eyes to meet her gaze.

"Does the pain always feel the same? Like your leg's on fire, I mean."

He thought for a moment, staring at the ceiling, then answered, "Yes. It happens far less often now than it did in the beginning. But the feeling is always the same. Maybe slightly less intense, but I can't recall."

Astrid shook her head. To imagine a sudden and unexpected sensation of one's own flesh burning was horrific.

"Well, that's awful," she muttered.

He shrugged. "Gobber told me this 'phantom pain' happens more often in the first few years. I might get to a point where it doesn't happen anymore. Or it could happen randomly and infrequently for the rest of my life. Who knows."

"I just...hate that it has to be you."

A silence fell over them again, much heavier than the last. He studied her all the while, his eyes appearing impossibly warmer in the firelight.

He sat up slowly. "I'm alright now. You can stop." When she shot him a skeptical look, he insisted, "Honestly, it's passed. These episodes don't last forever."

She sighed and handed him his metal leg, which he took after rolling his pantleg back down. The speed and finesse with which he reattached was always interesting--but what was more remarkable was that he never complained. Not once, that she had ever heard. Yet, he had brought peace to their island, and he saved the people that had chided him for years--but no one else lost limbs in that fight. Just one boy and his dragon, against an ancient monster, risking everything to stop the cycle of fire and death that plagued their people for centuries. The exchange seemed one-sided; that he should still experience echos of pain from that day, was a terrible injustice in her eyes.

"Do you ever regret it?" she asked.

He glanced up, brow furrowed, as if the question itself was confusing.

"The Red Death is gone. The dragons are free. Berk is safer for our people and our dragons. You're safer." He took her hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. With the utmost assuredness, he answered, "No. I don't regret it. Not for a moment."

She closed her eyes and leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

"You're unbelievable, Hiccup Haddock," she said. "Completely unbelievable."

"I thought that's what you love about me."

"Just one of many things," she murmured against his lips, and he smiled.