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[scrivenger-grimgar]

Writing Idea for Scum Villain Self Saving System (SVSSS)

Flight Rising. Flight Rising has so many creatures, items, foods, and features that already have associated lore, they even have drawings and lore entries in the bestiary! The Sornieth Continent could be a separate island from the main plot line locale of SV, with dragons as the resident sentients, and thus driving away any humans interested in colonizing. Imagine raid parties to the island for exotic pets/illegal trade, stealing dragon eggs. Having not only Shen Yuan but all of his siblings as well, be reincarnated as dragons, their eggs being taken and sold off to the highest bidder.

Shen Yuan’s egg is bought by,,, hmmmm, Qiu Jianluo, as a gift for Haitang. not much would be known about these eggs, and since they all looked the same, they were thought to be the same species, but thats not how elemental dragons work. 

The Shen siblings are from different parents of the same clan from the wind flight, meaning their eggs look the same and they all have pale green eyes, but they are not all the same breed. 

Shen Da-ge, lets call him Fángshǒu (defender/protector), would be an Obelisk dragon; strong and sturdy, but also majestic in a rugged and earthy way. He became an Obelisk due to his desire to protect and provide for his siblings, but not in a way that would tie them down and make them miserable. Fangshou’s egg is bought by a curious Tianlang-Jun, who is baffled after eagerly awaiting the egg to hatch, when a tiny lion-like demon-beast-creature immediately demands to be returned to his siblings. Thus starts the long and epic tale of two idiots being dragged around the continent by a baby dragon. Oh, and Su Xiyan shows up sometimes.

Shen Er-ge, Lǒumìng (cherish/embrace life), is a Ridgeback dragon, cunning and clever, and possessing a crafty nature that gave their parents many headaches via Rube Goldberg machines. They are a perfect match for the Ridgeback with their tinkering and experimenting. Louming’s egg is bought by a Huanhua palace disciple and gifted to the old palace master, who promptly discards the egg in one of the many palace courtyards. When they hatch, Louming is disgruntled and irritated, being kept in a cage and not allowed to walk around, until they are discovered and befriended by Su Xiyan. Hating how he and Su Xiyan are being pushed and pulled around by dumb old people, Louming eventually breaks out and vows to kill the old palace master for very obviously lusting after and manipulating Su Xiyan, and likely many others.

Shen San-ge, our beloved Ānyuán (calm/quiet, wall), is an Imperial dragon. Not social but not distant, obsessive, passionate, and slightly perfectionist, Yuan is perfectly fit to be an Imperial dragon. His egg is bought as a present for Qiu Haitang, by Qiu Jianluo, who thinks this is an excellent decision. They are particularly unfortunate, however, as Yuan doesn’t care if he’s in Xianxia Land, child abuse isn’t fucking happening under his watch; and with how large he will grow to be, he’ll also have the ability to do something about it. If he happens to adopt a new didi for the family, well... Meimei’s always wanted a younger brother. If that happens to be the former slave Little Nine, well... little nine no longer exists. Yuan only knows Shen Jiū (turtledove).

Finally Shen Meimei, Yúkuài (cheerful/happiness) is a Wildclaw. Fierce and viscous, she can and will beat anyone into agreeing with her. With her energetic and cheerful nature she is often underestimated, but she wasn’t the 3 time winner of the national Judo championship for nothing. Yukuai’s egg is passed around for a while before its seized by Cang Qiong’s Kang Dihua, soon to be Qingde (clear kindness), the succeeding disciple of the Beast Peak, Ling You. Yukuai, while first only thought of as some rare beast, soon established herself as an intelligent young woman, on par with or even above the other disciples in terms of intelligence.

I’m going to come back and rb this with images of each of the siblings, as adults and as hatchlings, so watch for that ig.

#svsss #svsss au #svsss shen yuan #svsss shen jiu #svsss shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #svsss shen siblings #shen yuan's siblings #flight rising #fr dragons #shen jiu: *gets adopted by family of dragons* #shen jiu: sure why not this might as well happen #cang qiong mountain sect #qiu haitang #qiu jianluo #lqg: whatchu got there? #sqq: *sneaking several dragons into the sect* a smoothie #svsss headcanon #dragon shen yuan #dragon shen qingqiu

[confusedgoldenflower]

In my half asleep state of painsomnia, my brain conjured a storyline of abandoned human baby Miya being found and cared for by pink kistune Kaoru/Cherry who is joined by obnoxious green dragon Kojiro/Joe in ancient Japan (yes, I’ve looked too long at some certain fanart—I legit can’t find the storyline to that. If you know, pls share link or smthg).

Around cannon age, Miya’s human parents find out he’s alive and since they didn’t have any other son (idk why they abandoned him yet) or whatever reason, they want him back. So like upright and moral, however spiritual, creatures, the kitsune and dragon assemble at the village for the hearing or whatever. Kaoru explains to Miya that those are his birth parents, as he’s explained before Miya’s human and neither him nor Kojiro are his *real* parents.

Miya at first scares them because he goes to the humans, but only to ask why he should ‘return’ to them and see them as his parents when, despite his human nature, Kojiro has taught him how to fly (whoops I’m getting it mixed with my wuxia) and though useless in his hands, he’s able to conjure “fox fire” under Kaoru’s tutelage. They, the humans, didn’t have to leave him to die in the forest (the reasoning explained by now), yet they did.

Likewise, Kaoru had no obligation to glance twice at the sick babe on the forest floor being stung by centipedes; Kaoru could have just as easily devoured both creatures or even taken it to fool the village to worship him. Yet he didn’t. Instead, Kaoru transformed into a human-ish appearance and scooped him up, holding him close and giving heat and love, cocooned in his many tails. He worried after the foreign creature and fussed himself into sickness as to how to care for him, because why would a kitsune who doesn’t have a habit of messing with humans know anything about them much less their medicine?

Likewise, Kojiro had noticed the stressed pair and though also unbeholdent to either creature, wrapped his long body around them and summoned a healing fire in his maw to keep the babe warm for thirteen days and nights as Kaoru suffused spiritual energy into the small body.

They could have dropped him back into the village when he was healthier than a young tortoise and purer than a Buddha, but they didn’t, because the very fact Miya had been left to die sewed distrust. Still, they could have dropped him in another village. Still, they didn’t.

Miya’s life should have ended so early, and yet he’d been raised by beings who shouldn’t have bothered with such a powerless creature, taught great feats of spirituality even though he largely didn’t posses the capability, taught how to hunt; them all learning how human shaped beings did so at the same time, and shown the tremendous respect, loyalty, caring and cunning from the beasts beyond nature.

Even now, they stood in their humanlike forms, letting themselves be surrounded by humans and openly showing their worry to lose their child to the humans that cast him off to begin with.

So no, even if Miya’s birth parents were daimyo, and the great beasts but cat and salamander spirits, there would be nothing that his human parents could offer him greater than what he had with Baba and Papa.

Lemme know if anyone wants to see that.

[Can I entice you with the mental image of teeny Miya snuggling into big pink, fluffy kitsune Kaoru with a dopey dragon looking on like 😍.]

(And then they have to attend some heavenly meeting and Kaoru gives Miya the humanish appearance with cute ears and two tails so he can bring his baby boy with him.)

#confused’s rambles #fanfic idea #sk8 fic idea #sk8 cherry #sk8 anime #sk8 joe #sk8 miya #kistune kaoru #dragon Kojiro #matchablossom child Miya

[hestiacrow]

Commission Example: DnD Backstory 2!

Another backstory! This is Oruvyn, a traumatized Green Dragonborn raised in a very controlling cult family with no knowledge of who she truly is.

Oruvyn didn’t know any other Dragonborns. She was abandoned as a baby on the side of a road not long after she was born, and was found by 2 humans, Luther and Diadora Labyrinth, who took her in and raised her as their own alongside their very close-knit community. The only problem was that community was part of a very violent cult, made solely of humans. This cult followed the Dark God Cenos, a legendary green dragon with huge destructive tendencies, believing that his coming would destroy all of Oskaria and reform the continent in his own image. They followed him in an attempt to avoid being killed along with all other races. They taught Oruvyn that their ways were the only way anyone could survive Cenos’ coming, that their sacrifices of outsiders older than 8 were necessary to please the Dark God, and because she was a green Dragonborn, she must be linked in some way to their god. They treated her as their most prized possession, insisting that her sudden appearance at the side of the road had to be a sign from Cenos, and that one day, Oruvyn would be their new leader. Her ‘parents’ even went as far to say that she was Cenos himself, reborn to walk among them, and that raising her would be their final test.

The cult was very thorough about keeping Oruvyn under their control. They did not allow her to read, only reading to her the texts that foretold Cenos’ coming. She didn’t know anything about mathematics, nor about other religions or races other than what she was told: they were fools and scum that did not deserve Cenos’ mercy unless they changed their ways and pledged themselves to him. The only thing aside from Cenos that Oruvyn learned about was plant life, which she would investigate herself. Thankfully, because of her heritage, she was immune to poisonous berries and mushrooms to an extent, so instead of becoming deathly ill after consuming them, she only felt mildly nauseous, and instead of documenting her findings with words, she did it with symbols, keeping the book she wrote in carefully hidden from the community.

At age 11, Oruvyn was forced to go through an ‘initiation’ into the cult. While they had raised her, she had never truly taken part in one of the ceremonies aside from listening to the readings and humming along to the mantras. An outsider, a young adult halfling, had been caught on the outskirts of the forest the cult called home, and he was brought in as a sacrifice to Cenos. Instead of carrying out the ceremony as usual, the head of the cult, Morrow Grove, decided to call up Oruvyn, as the future leader, and have her carry out the sacrifice instead. He called it ‘a way to officially bring her into the protector of Cenos and guarantee herself as the saviour of our belief’. Oruvyn didn’t know any better, and despite the halfling’s protests, she killed him, stabbing him through the chest on the altar. Immediately after she did so, she panicked, dropping the knife, bursting into tears and fleeing back to her quarters, where she remained for three days, refusing any visitors and even food, choosing only to eat the plants she had hidden away in a box under her bed.

Over time, Oruvyn got used to being part of the ceremonies. Whether they were sacrifices or general rituals, she became an integral part of the cult, and this became her normality for a few years. When she was 15, however, her worldview shattered. The cult brought in a halfling child to be the next sacrifice, one who had only just turned 8. Because of the cult’s rules, this child had to be sacrificed, but seeing someone so young being taken to the slaughter triggered something in Oruvyn. She began to question why this child was going to be killed, when she had been adopted. Her parents told her that he was too old to be brought in, when she had been found as an infant, and as a Dragonborn she was automatically superior to a halfling. Furious, Oruvyn demanded that if a halfling was inferior to her, didn’t that also apply to humans? Her family refused to respond, instead telling her to prepare for the ceremony and left her to get ready.

When the ceremony started, Oruvyn followed the motions as she usually did, but this time, she was far angrier than she normally was, having decided that one way or another she would not allow this cult to force her to take another life and hiding her book of plants in her robes. She said the usual speech, took the sacrificial knife and stood over the halfling child, who was sobbing and calling out for his mother. Oruvyn couldn’t help but feel a spark of pity, and lowered the knife, much to the shock of the rest of the cult. Her parents tried to intervene, but she refused to carry out the sacrifice. When Diadora tried to grab her wrist to force her to continue, Oruvyn lashed out, using her poison breath for the first time. Without any knowledge of what she was doing or how to control it, she accidentally let it fly into the crowd of cult members, poisoning each and every one of them.

In desperation, she climbed on top of the sacrificial altar so she couldn’t accidentally poison the child, and aimed her breath at Cenos’ altar instead, where it couldn’t hurt anyone else. Unfortunately, the poison had already spread throughout the cult, wiping them out entirely. Desperate and terrified, Oruvyn fought to get her breath under control, but was startled when a deep voice spoke to her, seemingly through the altar itself. It was Cenos himself, congratulating her on becoming just like him, a merciless killer, as her poison gathered on his altar, filling the intricate carvings. The shock finally caused Oruvyn to regain control of her breath, and she took the halfling child and fled the cult, finally leaving her home for the first time, still with the sacrificial knife in her hand.

Oruvyn ran with the child as fast as she could, following the nearby road away from her home, eventually calming down enough to stop and sit down on a tree stump. She buried her head in her hands and burst into tears, overwhelmed by a panic attack and loneliness. The halfling child, though scared, took her hand and hugged her, which surprised her, but did help her calm down as she returned the hug. He helped her calm down, saying his mother sometimes had similar breakdowns, especially after his father disappeared. Oruvyn apologised for everything he had seen and decided to take him back home to make sure he got back safe. He introduced himself as Ander, and carefully lead her down the road to his home village, Mythcairn. His mother, Bree, was overjoyed at the return of her son, and thanked Oruvyn profusely before offering her a place to stay. Oruvyn only stayed for one night, however, choosing to leave and travel as far as she could away from her prison of a home. Bree understood, despite not knowing about Oruvyn’s past as a member of the cult, but told her that if she ever needed a place to stay, their home was always an option.

Oruvyn packed a few provisions with Bree’s help, and left Mythcairn the following morning. She wandered for months on end, occasionally stopping in villages and towns to restock her supplies but usually surviving on her knowledge of plants. She learned to survive on her own, but never relied on her poison breath, as whenever she tried to use it she would lose control and accidentally kill small areas of woodland or plains. Eventually, she found a new village on the western coast of Oskaria, nestled between the sea and Baxram Forest. The village was named Misthaven, due to the mists that would set in along the coast. Oruvyn decided to settle here, and was welcomed warmly by the locals. Despite being the only Dragonborn in Misthaven, the locals were fascinated by her knowledge of poison and plants she had encountered while travelling - she had investigated what plants remained alive after being exposed to her poison breath and what she could use to restrain it – and helped her learn how to live on her own (and how to read). She now runs a small apothecary, using the plants she sells as simple medical treatment to test out more cures for her poison breath.

#dnd commission #dnd backstory #backstory #dnd stuff #dragonborn

[i-donot-forget]

ep 12

Ufffff since ep 7 I haven't written an opinion and it's not hard to explain why, there was just nothing worth talking about, until now, ep 12... ehhh I felt like the plot of the episode was like a truck driving over me, I mean was I the only one who felt they crammed the plot of 12 episodes into one? Can you believe we had to endure Koori's stupid dance in order to get this far?

There were too many emotions... starting with Erika's father, I have my daddy issues... to say that I start crying like a baby watching Taken (because I think my father would never rescue me) Idk where to start with Charles... everything that happened since from one second to another nobody remembers his daughter, until now that I get the impression that Charles doesn't care much about Erika anymore (even more after noticing how indoctrinated the eldaryans have her) is this woman still his little daughter? I feel he might doubt it

I feel Erika is in denial in many ways or straight up blind... they talk about "stopping a war" but the truth is the war started long ago, just like in TO, Erika just showed up in the middle of the conflict, that is humans dying in Eldarya and Faeries dying on earth, spies and soldiers being sent from one world to the other, at least for me that's a war. I think the time will come when Erika will have to assume that her father will probably die (maybe she will have to do something about it herself) because Charles knows too much and he’s also brilliant (which makes him very dangerous), I almost died when he makes her notice Nevra and Lance's attitudes, when he tells her that they are always between her and the others, I feel that is Charles saying that this girl is not his little girl anymore. The whole two world girl thing got way out of hand...I mean when it all blows up what is Erika's place? Will the faeries want her when they find out her own father is the big villain? Will the humans want her after she sided with their enemies? Things as always look very bad for Erika, I feel she’s going straight to the gallows, I also think Charles will have no scruples or limits regarding what he may be willing to do for Erika, I think he is capable of locking her up and telling her he will leave her there until everything passes.

But well... enough daddy issues... let's move on to the guys, for those who don't know I'm Leiftan's simp, I love him with all my heart and the scene where they take him away (I missed a bit in the writing.... but it was great) I loved the image and the effectiveness of the templar agents, the guys don't mess around, they know that the faeries can have powers and strength above anything known to humans, so boom no risk, at the first time they fill them with sedatives (I think this is absolutely brilliant) with that strategy it doesn't matter if you are a vampire, a dragon or an aengel.

And it is at the moment of the kidnapping when again I remember Charles' words regarding Nevra and Lance, they are there to get answers and it is too noticeable that Erika is their second mission, they could have protected Huang Chu, since she is the one who must make the portal, but no, the two stronger ones grab Erika to keep her safe (I can't help thinking of Boromir holding Frodo so he doesn't try to save Gandalf), at Erika's house again her father gets all the applause, with his DiCaprio-worthy acting skills he feigns surprise and offers them his "help", we get to my favorite scene, bedtime and Erika tells her father that the 3 of them will occupy her room, which seems right to me if they are on a dangerous mission in another world or in any kind of emergency, if there is a tornado, a hurricane, a zombie or alien invasion, STAY IN THE SAME ROOM AS YOUR FAMILY, it's basic survival in disaster and horror movies, whoever is left alone, dies. It is at this impromptu sleepover that my heart once again cringed. One of the things I enjoyed most in TO was that even though Leiftan is the love of my life, Nevra, Valky and Ez were my family... I was a poor little orphan in an unknown world and those 3 made a niche for me, Nevra took care of me like a sister, the same Valkyon and even Ezarel who I am not particularly fond of, became my friend, it hurt me deeply to lose them because they were my family.... in the Guard of Eel there was a companionship that made me want to be part of them, when I woke up years later in ANE it was obvious to me that the love and affection that all the members of the Guard had for each other had disappeared, I did not see the team as before, I did not see that concern and that harmony that in the first season made me fall in love, I mean, Nevra and Lance always seem to agree, but it is not Nevra and Ezarel or Nevra and Valkyon, they are just two work colleagues... It was only in my room on earth, alone and scared that I felt that companionship again, that genuine love/friendship, I love the option of being able to sleep between the two because not only is it a perfect strategy in case of unforeseen events, but I feel that kind of relationship is being forged again, during ANE I lost all group illus because I have no good Lov with Lance, I had no intention to talk to him and the forced interactions between the two don't help to surface friendship.... until now, because even if I don't like him I couldn't just stay with Nevra and send Lance to another room, because it's dangerous, even though I probably would have slept glued to Nevra and not to him.

Erika telling them that she is with Leiftan, at first it seemed weird to me, like out of place, but then I understood that what she really meant was, I care about Huang Chu and Mathieu, but I am dying inside thinking about Leiftan.... actually I would have had a panic attack because I've been through similar situations (of not knowing what's going on with someone you care about) and I collapse very quickly, that anguish for Leiftan was very palpable during the episode, I could feel it in my stomach (which I really liked), I just hope nobody did anything to my baby Lei because for him I burned the whole place down.

Regarding the ending, from the first moment it was evident that Charles will not allow us to leave, in fact when he talks to Erika I felt in Avatar when Jake Sully almost unintentionally gives the information to the general so they can exterminate the Na'vi, both Charles and Huang Hua are already fighting a war only that our favorite goofball has not realized it, everyone knows she knows nothing that's why they manipulate her, because she is goofy and why scare the goofball, better make her think she has everything under control. Erika has to open her eyes, it will be painful but she can't continue being the dumb girl of two worlds, it's not funny anymore, it's pathetic. I hope the torture basement was enough to make her react.

I don't want to speculate into the future.... but since everyone is throwing their theories about who is in the cage I don't want to stay behind, I rule out Miiko from the beginning because it would infuriate me to know that a princess disappeared and no one knew or did anything, I also don't think it's Ezarel because I have a feeling that this cage character won't have a happy ending (and I would hate it if it was Ezarel), so there's nothing left but Kero (even though there are a lot of TO characters that could be) I believe it because they named unicorns several times (along with vampires and brownies, but what other vampires and brownies do we know? ), the fact that Kero "never communicated with the Guard again" and that it was Kero who told us about the templars in TO, I feel like that's a lot of hints in that direction.

About the illustrations... I have nothing positive, the Leiftan one is dramatic but I can't stand to see their bodies and faces... in the others it's even worse ugh I really find them very ugly, episodes 10 and 11 had beautiful illustrations, even the Valentine's Day event (I skip Easter because I didn't like it) so... Were 10 and 11 the exception? Or will 13 confirm that they improved with the illustrations?

Oh one last detail, I like when the routes go different ways, that Leiftan and Mathieu have been kidnapped while Nevra and Lance have not, it gives for many different scenarios and I like that a lot, although I know very well that means more work when making the episode, what I try to say is that not everything is complaints, I appreciate a lot the development of this episode, we had a lot of plot, a lot of drama, new scenarios, moments attempts in many ways, for me at least is the best episode of ANE (that's why the *too much text intensified*).

#eldarya #eldarya ane #eldarya ane 12 #eldarya 12 #eldarya spoilers #beemoov #personal #eldarya lance #eldarya leiftan #eldarya nevra #eldarya mathieu

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Ten Into The Fog (Part 14)

“She’s handling this better than I thought she would.” Zuko admits.

“That’s because, deep down she wanted to see the truth.” Mai shrugs. “She’s not stupid and she doesn’t like feeling or looking that way. Of course she couldn’t keep playing dumb, it was starting to hurt her self-image too much.” 

“We should have taken her here first.” Sokka glances up at Azula who, now that she thinks no one is paying attention to her, is cooing at the little dragon as it continues to chip away at its shell. 

“Yeah.” Mai agrees. “It’s a lot more relaxing for her.” 

“She’s still going to be difficult.” Zuko mutters. 

“Of course she is.” Mai shrugs. “She has to get used to everything.”

“Just let her have this moment.” Sokka says. Granted they are in for one very long, very extended moment. But he can’t bring himself to tear her away from the dragon just yet. He is under the impression that she would like to watch it hatch. And under the impression that she would be aggravated to be pulled away from even a second of it. 

But he chances doing it anyhow. “Hey, Azula? How would you like to learn to use a camera? You can take a picture of the dragon hatching so you can look at it over and over again.” He thinks that it would be a clever way to break the news to her that she will probably be seeing her own face in the papers soon.

“Camera?” Her brows furrow and her eyes narrow but they don’t leave the dragon. The dragon that gives a little chirp and another comp at what it thinks is part of the egg. Azula pulls her hand back and suckles her pointer.  “She has strong teeth.” She comments. “Healthy little dragon teeth.” She mumbles very quietly to herself. 

“Here look at this.” Sokka holds the camera out for her. She takes it and points the lens at the dragon egg. “It’s upside down.”  Azula’s face scrunches and she flips it over. “Perfect, now look through the lens.” He waits for her to do so. 

“I can’t see anything.”

“Well of course not.” He laughs and removes the lens cap. “How about now?”

Azula nods, “It’s like a telescope.” 

“Yeah, it kind of is, now that you mention it.” He replies. “Okay so do you feel that big button on the top?”

Azula nods. 

“When the dragon does something you find interesting…particularly interesting rather…” he backtracks under the impression that she finds every little motion to be fascinating. “...Just give that button a push.”

“Like this?” She presses the button and the camera flashes and spits out a photograph which flutters to the floor. 

“Exactly like that.” He says. Raava, this is a lot easier than when they had tried to learn to take photos together. He picks up the photo and shakes it, “now give it a minute and the picture will appear.” He realizes that he has lost her attention to the dragon now that it has clawed its way to freedom. 

He clicks a picture of his own. They have a lot of memories to catch up on and this is the first time he has seen her happy in ages. She plucks the dragon off of the ground and runs her pointer over it’s little head. He snaps another picture. This time she notices and looks up. Her face was priceless and that was before the dragon decided to latch onto her ear. 

The camera clicks. 

And before it nips her ear.

Click.

She is going to kill him for those. But Agni is it worth it!

.oOo.

They let her take the blue dragon home. Sokka argues that it will be good for her. That it will be someone to keep her company when she doesn’t feel like talking to people–which is fairly often. She cradles the dragon to her chest. She lets it hook its little claws into her shirt. 

“She’s going to be a good mom.” TyLee gushes and Azula gives an discomforted shift. 

“A baby human is a lot different than a baby dragon.” Mai mutters. “They’re a bit harder to take care of.”

She turns her attention away from them and instead listens to Aang and Katara discuss their anniversary plans. Their tenth anniversary plans.

Ten.

Sometimes the number gets stuck in her mind like impressions of light when she closes her\ eyes after looking at the sun.                            

Sokka takes a seat next to her. “You had a good day, right?” He asks. 

Azula nods. She is upset that she is about to ruin it. She trails her pointer over the flaps of the dragon’s wings. She ought to name her soon.  “I told father that I would meet with him.” She announces, much to the displeasure of everyone else. Clearly it is not how they wanted the night to end. But she had gone along with their schemes for the day so they can go along with her plans for tomorrow night. 

Six pairs of eyes turn to look at her. 

“W-when did you do that?” Zuko asks.

“The night he broke out of prison.”

“Why didn’t you tell us!?”

“Well, you see, I was planning on helping him bring all of you down.” She shrugs. “And then Sokka made me look in the mirror and I…” She clears her throat. “I almost forgot about it.”

“Azula, I don’t like it.”

“I don’t care what you like, Zuzu!”  The dragon gives a shrill and angry yowl. She likes to think that it agrees with her, but really it is probably getting fussy over the ruckus everyone is making.

“I didn’t like your plan to go off and try to capture Yakone either!” Zuko shouts. She thinks that he hadn’t meant to get loud with her because he cringes and lowers his voice. “But you went after him and look what happened.”

Azula bites the inside of her lip, absently, her fingers touch the scar on her forehead. “It’s not going to be like that. Father doesn’t want me dead.”  Not yet anyways. “Father wouldn’t hurt me.” He would just lie to her, make her feel like she is going insane. He would just use her and manipulate her all while he praises her and tells her that he cares so much.

That should have been her first clue; father had never been so gentle with her before. 

“Azula…” Aang begins.

“Avatar, we have a perfectly good opportunity to defeat my father. Isn’t it your job to keep the world safe? Don’t mess it up a second time.” 

He flinches and she wonders if he has grown unfamiliar with her making biting remarks. She can’t imagine that she had just stopped making them. 

“Is this really about saving the world, Azula?” Sokka asks.

Or is she just angry that father had lied to her? He doesn’t say it but she knows that it is the question on her mind. 

“How do we know that you aren’t going to double cross us?” Katara asks. 

“Because I’m not a moron like the rest of you. I know when I’m being used.” But Agni, has she done a poor job of demonstrating that.

“So you’re going there to prove to yourself that you aren’t easy to manipulate.” Sokka guesses and she damn near flinches. 

She watches the dragon crawl up her arm. “Just let me talk to father, I’m your best chance at taking him down without extensive collateral damage.”

.oOo.

The thought of speaking with father shouldn’t be uncomfortable. She should be elated to see the man. He had cared for her, cherished her. He made her who she is. Chen-Zhang’s map never made it into her hands persay, but the man had sought her out as she was putting Finger Chomper to sleep. He came to fetch her before she could decide on a real name and she has a feeling that Sokka is going to make ‘Chomp’ official in her absence.

She wishes that she could have taken Chomp along with her but she doesn’t want to offer father anything to hold against her later on. She doesn’t really have many things as it is. 

Chen-Zhang tries to make small talk, nothing that either of them are particularly interested in but it passes the time well enough. And soon they have tossed the anchor and hidden their little boat behind a few seaside bushes. Azula rises, only to find herself unsteady. It occurs to her that she hasn’t accounted for the baby’s added weight. Chen-Zhang holds out his hand and she reluctantly lets him help her out of the boat.  He gives her a moment to find her balance and reorient herself. “This way.” He motions her to follow.

Father has a little camp with no fire. It is a collection of makeshift tents crafted of bamboo, twigs, and palm fronds and a handful of stolen military tents. “I smuggled them out myself.” Chen-Zhang boasts. 

“Noted.” Azula mumbles. She’ll add petty theft to his list of charges. 

Ozai’s tent, the largest of them of course, is flanked by two flapping Fire Nation banners, unlight pillar candles, and guards. “Your father is waiting for you inside.”

Azula nods and enters the tent. Once inside she finds that tents aren’t the only things that Chen-Zhang had stolen. Among his loot she sees several swords, some bows and arrows, a hefty amount of armor and clothing, and some frivolous decorative items like a golden egg ornament and a phoenix sculpture crafted of gold, ruby, and amber.

Ozai looks up from his papers. “Good evening, Azula.” He greets. “I was beginning to think that you weren’t going to show up.”

“Sorry I’m late, father. I had some trouble getting rid of the Water Tribe boy. He has been clingy.” She replies.

Ozai stands and looks her up and down. She inhales through her nose, doing her best to stand tall, to hold her head high, hand clasped behind her back. “You’re looking better today…”

“Thank…” she begins. 

“You’ve got your appetite back, I see. And you’ve been getting some sleep.”

She clears her throat. “Yes father, I’ve been adjusting well.” Evidently she would rather be asleep right now, preferably with a cup of lavender tea and dragon curled up next to her. A book would be nice too.

“How has your brother been?”

“He feels very safe. Untroubled.” Azula replies.

“And yourself?”

“Sore.” She replies, hoping that he will offer her a place to sit. She won’t be holding her breath on that. “I’ve made some progress. I know when the guards do their shift changes…”

“So does Chen-Zhang. In other words, you have nothing useful for me.” 

She makes a little note to tell Zuzu that, although she wouldn’t recommend changing when they do their shift changes just yet. She clears her throat again. “Father, you have only told me to meet you here. You haven’t given me any particular tasks yet.”

His face seems to soften. “Right, yes. Come sit down.” 

Azula’s tummy tickles as she finds herself a spot next to him. Suddenly it is more preferable to stand so long as it keeps distance between she and him. She is not ready for his faux affections, not when she knows that they will instill very real longing.

He holds a hand against her back. “It might be difficult having to walk among enemies. Especially enemies that keep trying to fill your head with lies.” 

“It is. Yes.”

“Well you can get a break from that here so long as you keep bringing me news from the palace. Keep me updated, perhaps bring me a bar of soap or some candles every now and again and I’ll make sure that you don’t lose sight of the truth.”

“Yes, father.”

“Are they still trying to tell you that it has been ten years?”

Azula nods and Ozai shakes his head. “They are lying to you. They’re trying to confuse and weaken you because they know that you’re still a threat. That’s why they had to take you down.” He traces his finger over the scar on her forehead. An affectionate gesture.

But his affections feel cold now and for a moment she can’t place why.

And then it occurs to her that before she had never had a comparison to make. Now she does.

She swallows; his words of soothing and his small gestures don’t feel the same as Sokka’s.

For the first time, she truly considers that Sokka does…love her? 

“They said that it happened in a place called Republic City.”

“There’s no such place.” He assures her.

“The Avatar is so tall now.” She tests. 

“You were out for a year, remember?”

She tries to recall if that is the same as what he had told her last time. Or if he had tried to claim a different amount of years.

She holds out her arm and points at the tattoo. Ozai furrows his brows. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”

“The tattoo.”

“What tattoo?” 

“The wolf tattoo.” She insists. 

And Ozai clicks his tongue. His expression turns to one of pity. “So you’re still unwell.”

She swallows, tears prickle in her eyes. But no, this is a good thing. If he thinks that she is slipping then it will be easier to alleviate his suspicions should she have to take drastic steps to thwart his plans. “It…it’s there, isn’t it father?”

He strokes her hair and sighs. “I’m afraid that it isn’t. You have trouble telling what is real and what isn’t, don’t you?”  His hand stops moving. “That’s a liability, you know?”

“I’m alright, father. They don’t know.” She replies. “They can’t take advantage of things that they don’t know about.” 

He hums.

“You trust me, right father. I’m not a failure like Zuzu.”

“And yet you lost to him.”

“Lost to him?” Her brows furrow. 

Ozai seems to falter, he has slipped up–mentioned something that he knows doesn’t fit the timeline she helped him create. “At the Air Temple, he remedies quickly. You were weak then and you…”

She lost to Zuko.

She isn’t sure what she had lost but apparently she had.

It isn’t until the boat ride home that it occurs to her that if it has been ten years then Sozin’s comet has well and passed. 

And she had lost…

She supposes that she should have gathered as much already but at her strongest she had lost. And suddenly the Fire Lord statues make sense. She swallows. At her strongest she had lost to Zuko…

She had come to that secluded island full prepared to be manipulated and lied to. She hadn’t come prepared to hear any truths. 

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

[notnarvvhal]

@sylvctica

YES MORE ELEMENTAL ORIGIN IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THAT LORE ITS WHY I MADE SYLVIE BORN OF THE DENDRO ELEMENT OUUUUUU STUFFS INTO MY MOUTH AND CRIES ALONGSIDE U OVER ZHONGLI THANK U FOR THE GOOD FOOD

@snowtombedstar

// omg yes I super agree with the last part, similar beings just referred to differently/adapting to different roles based on where they manifested

@adversaryss

(ME SHOVING THIS IN MY MOUTH BECAUSE SAME THANK YOU I think Dragon Zhongli is sexy and cool but like that's a ceremonial form he takes on and never mentioned in his stories otherwise or used for battle historically? So it's basically popularizefanon, because in canon Morax is strongly implied to be an Elemental Incarnation similar to Barbatos, Baal, and Beezlebub. These gods are neither beasts nor men, they are the strongest because they are pure elemental power baby!!!)

(That was probably riddled with typos but I am a bit hypomanic rn over L O R E dsfsfs)

HANDSHAKES U ALL TO OBLIVION. IM IN THE SAME STATE RIGHT NOW SO DONT WORRY I PROBABLY MISSED ANY TYPOS

BUT YES YES YES i love the concept of zhongli as a dragon but I believe that he is NOT a dragon, per say. But more of an elemental creature that took said shape in its beginnings, and began using it as a ceremonial vessel the humans themselves took as an image for their deity (which would explain why he was able to just discard it so easily). The reason he’s so powerful is because he’s the incarnation of RAW geo energy, just as any of the other elemental beings that have taken a seat as archons.

I personally also think Baal and Beezlebub don’t have real shapes themselves either, because they’re incarnation of thunder and electro. And unlike Zhongli himself, they were more involved in reigning over the lands they were assigned archon to and fully involved themselves within the human affairs. I’m not as personally invested in Inazuma or Mondstadt, but I do have a general view of the archons as beings similarly born of raw energy, but influenced in shape and attitude from the cultures and regions they developed through.

#sylvctica #snowtombedstar #adversaryss #; ooc #; hc #AGOO i love talking about this hello friends

[kopivie]

i recc using picrew!~ easiest way to get a faceclaim for ur ocs or just commission an artist hehe ANYWAYS DW ABOUT INFO DUMPING THAT'S LITR WHAT IM ASKING FOR LJSDMKSMKSGE

"if i had to explain their eye being a gemstone, i'd say that in a desperate attempt to keep lazuli alive after the accident, lapis dragged them to a cave on the outskirts of the city and begged with the spirits to save their friend, to which they responded by giving them an "eye" — the gem — imbued with spiritual and elemental energy strong enough for them to use the elements and stay alive. couldn't give them sight, though. they were born blind to begin with." bro. BBROOO??? i have a feeling this accident can be a such an important part of their story like what if they had some conflicts here and there bc of it!!

also gosh the world but be gorgeousss i'm assuming this has the usual fantasy world hierarchy? "rigel and saipha are actually the royals of this empire, with rigel being the heir to the throne (although it's currently in council whether or not to pass the title onto saipha)" ESP WITH THIS!! is rigel not a worthy leader??

ooo talkjing about hierarchies, where would lapiz and lazuli be?

"as for draconian caves, i maintain that precious gemstones like... well, lapis lazuli, come from these caves. t" DOES THAT MEAN THESE KINDS OF GEMS ARE LIKE,, ULTRA RARE?? DO THEY NOT HAPPEN IN NORMAL SETTINGS?

you're enabling me so hard rn I FEEL FUCKING INSANE RN (/pos)

anyway, i did a little (read as: a lot) of picrew searching and ig i came up with tentative designs for lapis and lazuli!

so the first one, the blonde, is lapis! lazuli is the second two — an image of them with the eyepatch and without it.

AND OOOOH BOY ABOUT RIGEL, OKAY OKAY

so rigel is like. built like a himbo. 6'4 muscle tower, but he's SUCH a fucking teddy bear. he's a baby. soft boy. wouldn't hurt a fly.

the problem with him not being able to hurt a fly however, is that being emperor is a cutthroat position. rigel is too soft -- to the council/nobles, he is far too weak to run the empire. his younger sister saipha on the other hand, is far more suited for the position.

saipha's mana manifested in such a way that using her abilities puts her out of commission for an extended period of time unfortunately, but the council feels that a ruler that is out of commission is far better than a ruler who refuses to put down their foot in dire situations. rigel feels so useless, and saipha feels bad for taking his birthright, but he doesn't resent her, and she doesn't hate him. they're just good siblings who have been dealt a tough hand.

lapis and lazuli would be close to the middle of the social hierarchy, though they do most of their dealings in the dark. they reside close to the slums despite their moderately upscale abode, and they have their influence in the black market, amongst other shady circles. if people knew what they were doing, they'd be ousted and jailed, probably, but they put on such a good face that no one knows the truth unless you do a looooot of digging.

also! gems like lapis lazuli are rare! dragons are not extinct, but they're not endangered, either. they're just hard to come by, as are their hollowed out corpses. whenever there's a surplus of caves, the bigger kingdoms like the avrigian empire and the xedian dynasty try to fight for it because the gemstones that the walls produce hold high value and lots of magical energy. the leaderless nation of bahamania is where dragons can mostly be found, and where most of the caves are as well.

bahmania is hardly a nation and more of a land mass that's rich with magical and natural resources. it's also where spirits/nymphs and humans reside with their offspring for safety reasons. (hybrid children are... not received well. they're seen as "exotic" and can be sold.) dragons love it there because of how untouched it is by mankind.

fun fact: lapis was born in bahmania, but was taken out of there by their human father against their mother's wishes.

#[ 💭 — thoughts. ] #BRAIN. SO ACTIVE. #god you have no idea how nice it feels to go crazy #i haven't talked about this stuff in ages #and i finally managed to make characters that i like #their images need work #but AAAAAAA #i think once i get paid i'll commission someone to make them

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Looks like D&D is in the news, so let’s get your dice together and dive right in.

Aries 

Stop being a pain in the rules. The plural of DIE is DICE, even if you have only one of each type. It’s not “DIES”. It’s never been, “DIES”. Keep this up and your character’s sheet will go through a cross-cut shredder. This week stop being… you know… YOU.

Taurus 

They say “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder”. And depending on what edition of game you’re using it might be five eyes, or maybe eleven. Regardless, it doesn't find you attractive in any romantic way, only in a dietary one. This week watch what you’re eating.  

Gemini  

There are certain table-top games that literally do not need to exist. The fact that they do and have been sold for decades says something about us collectively! Try to imagine someone in the 1970’s pitching the idea to Milton Bradley for a 2-person game requiring spelling proficiency and dozens of play pieces? If you were thinking “Scrabble”, you’re wrong. HANGMAN! This week… make something useless.  

Cancer Moon-Child 

I’ve got Good News and Bad News for you. The GOOD NEWS is - there is an alternative to the Dungeons and Dragons Brand adventuring game system; it’s called “Pathfinder”! The BAD NEWS is… there is an offshoot version called “Ponyfinder” that re-skins all the characters and creatures in a thinly-veiled My Little Pony theme. You thought Game Nights were bad BEFORE?  

Leo 

You’re going to start a new campaign with an experienced DM. Get together with your player group and agree on a specific class: Centaur Warlocks! The DM might not like it, but hey! You’re all from the same town, so it works, right? And you all have your Pact Marks on your flanks. As soon as the DM’s eyes widen, you all sing out, “My Little Centaur! My Little Centaur!” This week, keep psychiatric services on emergency speed dial.

Virgo 

You can get in on this one too! According to the rules Centaurs can mount other centaurs. MEANING… your five-centaur magic party can mount up and form Medieval Voltron! This week, keep these plans to yourself!

Libra 

Hey, Scorpio? Heads up! We got a request to, quote, “Tear Into Libra And Scorpio” this week. So here we go. May all your saving throws be Natural-Ones, and all attack rolls on you Natural-20’s.

Scorpio 

Just so we don’t leave you with nothing… May all of your familiars be baby mind flayers. –who get taken away from you by Infant Protection because you can’t feed it.   

Sagittarius 

Ok, One More Centaur item because you actually fit the bill. Centaurs average about six-feet, so little short of 2 metres tall. Humans average about the same, maybe a little shorter. So-o-o-o… either the horse-bodies are like tiny ponies, or the human torso is freakishly short. Either way, have fun getting that image out of your head this week. 

Capricorn 

Playing adventuring games can be a philosophical tour-de-force for people. For instance, you might get answers to questions you’d never considered before. For instance, if you tell the DM you want to search the chest for contents and they say, “Ok… Roll D-20 for me. And since this is a surprise condition you get no modifiers on initiative.” –you never thought to ask how to identify Mimics, did you? If you survive this, plan on asking. 

Aquarius 

Be glad the Magic Missile spell doesn’t require any material components to cast. A little waggle of the fingers and a spoken word and THOOM! Bunch of little darts fly into enemies. But imagine a house rule that says you still have to roll d20 attack… and on a Natural-One the material component is your own fingernails forming the missile. This week get your nails done professionally. 

Pisces  

Magic users get picked on a lot. Here’s how you can even the playing field. Stop referring to it as your wand or a staff. Call it a Tree Bone! Not only are you suddenly bad-ass, but even the low-intelligence barbarian will respect you. This week, play up your achievements. They need them.  

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#horoscope #horrorscope #parody #comedy #funny #D&D #dungeons and dragons #pathfinder #ponyfinder #centaur #voltron #mimic #magic missile #rpg

[richincolor]

As I was looking through books to add to my TBR list, I thought it would be fun to highlight a couple of summer books with covers that immediately caught my attention. What have some of your recent favorite covers been?

The Witchery by S. Isabelle Scholastic

THE HAUNTING SEASON IS HERE AND THE WOLVES ARE AWAKE.

Haelsford, Florida is a Hellmouth. Or at least, that’s what Logan, a baby witch struggling to control her powers, thinks as she arrives to the witchtown to begin the new school year at Mesmortes Coven Academy. She is immediately taken under the wing of the infamous Red Three. Iris is a deathwitch who wants nothing more than to break the town’s curse; Jailah is one of the most powerful witches at the academy but her thirst for power may lead her down a dark path; and Thalia, the talented greenwitch, is on the run from her religious family and a past that still haunts her.

Fear and prejudice still fuel the uneasy truce between humans and witches who are forced to work together when the Haunting Season begins and Wolves rise from the swamp to feed. With this approaching, two Hammersmitt boys prepare to make their first sacrifices to the witches in exchange for protection. But as they become involved with the Mesmortes witches’ plan to end the Wolves’ reign of terror once and for all, old dangers lie in wait.

The cost to break the curse may be greater than any witch or human could ever know. -- Cover image and summary via Goodreads

How Maya Got Fierce by Sona Charaipotra Feiwel & Friends

Ever since she was little, farmer's daughter Maya Gera has known what her future holds.

The heiress to a mini garlic empire in the heart of Gilroy, California, she's meant to be a good Indian girl -- which means agriculture school, an MBA, and settling down with a suitable Sikh boy.

So spending her 17th summer at cow camp in New Jersey is a really big deal. Farm kids nationwide convene to learn to milk cows, shuck corn, and, uh, form 'strategic alliances.' But when Maya gets kicked out of camp after an expensive accident -- yes, it involves a boy -- she scrambles to save face and keep her parents from finding out. Hard to do when she owes the school thousands of dollars.

Desperate to earn enough to pay off her mistake, Maya interviews for an internship at Fierce, a fashion magazine she's been obsessed with forever. When she lands a gig as assistant features editor, it's a New York City dream come true. Especially because she rocks at it.

But it might soon become her worst nightmare -- because the Fierce folks think she's 26.

And just wait until her parents find out. -- Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Together We Burn by Isabel Ibañez  

Eighteen-year-old Zarela Zalvidar is a talented flamenco dancer and daughter of the most famous Dragonador in Hispalia. People come for miles to see her father fight in their arena, which will one day be hers.

But disaster strikes during their five hundredth anniversary show, and in the carnage, Zarela’s father is horribly injured. Facing punishment from the Dragon Guild, Zarela must keep the arena—her ancestral home and inheritance —safe from their greedy hands. She has no choice but to take her father’s place as the next Dragonador. When the infuriatingly handsome dragon hunter, Arturo Díaz de Montserrat, withholds his help, she refuses to take no for an answer.

But even if he agrees, there’s someone out to ruin the Zalvidar family, and Zarela will have to do whatever it takes in order to prevent the Dragon Guild from taking away her birthright.

An ancient city plagued by dragons. A flamenco dancer determined to save her ancestral home. A dragon hunter refusing to teach her his ways. They don't want each other, but they need each other, and without him her world will burn.

#the witchery #how maya got fierce #together we burn #weneeddiversebooks #book lists

[asylumdream]

I also want to know about your OCs with or without ref pics 👀👀👀👀

OHHHHHH OKOKOK

I have so many, I make tons so I have a lot of flexibility while roleplaying with friends, but the one's I'll talk about right now... How about my beloveds Arabella and Saul Ginko. Please be warned I have some pastel gore drawn here too.

Arabella Ginko's current image refs and art

her current design

Artistic dipection of how she felt when she was still back home

Her when she first cut her hair and her boyfriend called her a sheep

HER STORY

she is from a world where Dragons are the end all be all of Devine Magic. Her parents were incredibly powerful witches who wanted to exert their will over the world- play 'god'. so they made a Dragon syntheticaly. They tried to make it into a dragon of stars, but ended up failing and makeing the dragon of dying stars instead. they also born a child of their own flesh (who I'll get to later).

They raised the dragon with the name arabella and forced her to be in a perfect human form all the time, with no visual hint that she is a Dragon at all. (which isnt healthy for her at all) to demonstrat that they had sucesfully 'tamed' and 'civilised' a Dragon. they forced their son, Saul, to be at her beck and call.

Saul, on the night of his 18th birthday snuck into his parents giant magic library in which they had sealed a powerful and ancient demon of knowledge. Saul released the demon and vanished from the house, causing Ara to be put under fire for her brother escapeing. She was set out to find him and bring him back under their parents control. so she dose try for 3 long years and suceeds in finding Saul who had traveled between wolrds and eventually found a new family in one (more about his misadventures in a bit).

Ara brings back news to her parents of one of Sauls new family, an incredibly powerful mana being in the form of a yongue child. Her parents demand her kidnap the child and bring them to her parents. She complys but the child gose a haywire with magic against her parents and all she can do to not get killed in the crossfire is run away between worlds.

she ends up stumbling into the grounds of a place in the same world Saul ended up, though she doesn't know it, and is taken in by the apprentice of the owner of the grounds. He is a fire dragon (though in this world dragons are not devine) and a cleric. He helps her learn how to Actually Take Care Of Her Body instead of just supressing all her dragon features, which had badly stunted her growth (she's somewhat short as a human, and Very Tiny compared to other dragons of her kind, about as big as a 1 car garage and very gangly.) Her wings are permanently torn from misscare, but her scales shine now and she's gained more weight, especially muscle mass, now that she is haveing a proper dragon's diet (weight gain as a sign of recovery baby!!!).

The apprentice had a crush on her the moment he saw her, and as he helps her recover she falls for him too, but they both talk about it and agree that they dont want to make anything official until Ara gets more therapy and feels more sure of herself as her own person.

She is a short tempered and crass yongue lady, shes had to be a Perfect Little Girl all her life and is frankly sick of it. Shes very blunt and spares no feelings nor takes no quarter. That said... she dose genuinly care about those around her, and will just as quickly defend them from others as she will critic them. She specializes in soul magics and star magics.

Only Saul can call her Bella, everyone else must call her Ara or Arabella.

She was originally designed as a throwaway villian for saul in Picrew, but was deemed To Pretty and redeemed

(it seems the link to the original picrew has broken on me, but it was made by Jeliceous)

As for her brother saul...

Saul Ginko's image references

I draw him a bit less then ara unfortunately

HIS STORY

H was a yongue and recklace witch desprate to do something with his life outside of his resitrictive upbringing. His parents were terribly powerful witches and completely dominated their feilds, and expected him to do the same. As well as expect him to be the perfect compliment to his perfect sister. He was forced into his studies, never given time for friends or recreation and quickly was driven into depression due to never getting positive feedback (he was never enough, they always found flaws in his work. He was a child.) He mastered color changeing spells easiest, it was one of the few things his parents would slightly approve of while also allowing him to be himself. Purple hair and golden eyes gave him a mysterious air.

When he finally reached 18 he was given access to the family library in the mansion. That night at midnight he snuck in to the forbidden section, with summonings and cursed items, tombs of ancient evils and eldrtich horrors for the calling. He got the most powerful artifact he could, under the most protection, and tried to use it (either hed impress his parents or die trying. He didnt know which hed prefer)

An ancient spirit of academia was unleashed in a most quite way, simply comeing up in whisps of smoke from the intrecate magical circle. Theyd been trapped fairly recently by two great mages and locked in their library, not for what they did, but what they could do with their knowledge. As a great demon these sorts of things are to be expected, not so is veing summoned out of it by a child.

They were curious at being summoned by their flesh and blood, but a quick glance through his memories told them all they needed. So they easily slipped past the boys phsycic defenses and fused with his very soul. They took control of the body, and fled.

They let Saul have control of his body in the morning, him waking in the forest, and they slowly explain that they had left, and theyd make a deal with him. They would lend him all of their vast knowledge, as long as the boy traveled for 5 years before trying to ever see his parents. He had to agree.

So travel Saul did, useing the demon's knowledge to traverse through worlds, eventually stumbling upon the home of a human cursed with immortality. He became something of a ward to them, calling them his honorable teacher, and meeting many more people too. Of those people is a yongue mana being in the form of a child who he takes a mentorship role towards, thanks to his extensive knowledge about magics.

Arabella arrives to try and force him to return, but he refuses, he still needs to honor his deal witht he demon of knowledge, and in his travels he's begun to understand his parents were not Good People and he wants nothing more to do with them. Then the mana child is captured and flees back to safety.

After Saul remeets Arabella and they reconnect, they end up being close and build a healthy siblingship outside of the shadow of their parents. They end up haveing something of a good cop bad cop routine, since Ara is rather short tempered where as saul is very measured.

Hes a quite and contemplative yongue man at heart with an insatiable thirst for knowledge. How convinient then, that his brain is augmented with the demon thereof. He can theoretically use any possible spell or ability, but he most commonly uses item summon spells, teleportation spells, levitation spells, and simple comand spells (as needed by magical objects). Because of this in direct combat when hes on the front lines,he tends to teleport around and summon book cases to be his sheilds instead of sheild spells. He also casts attacks from his tomes in the heat of battle, instead of haveing them memorized enough to just use a magic circle or quickspell for them. When in the back lines he can charge up some pretty terrifying stuff, but in the heat of combat he loses his edge of his vast health of knowldge for things more habitual to him (like teleportation and item summons.)

His demon on its own is a curious, amoral, and bored creature. They arent driven by anything save for new knowledge and the preservation of such. Because of thia theyve become a bit of a collector or rare items (more often the not of the magicall verity) to presezerve them. They enjoy their knew host due to a shared goal of the preservation and share of knowledge

Sauls soft spoken and awkward care for the world has left a huge impression on the demon as well, and over time their minds have grown to rely on eachother (think of a parasytic speices evolving into a sembiotic one)

The reason saul can't use limitless ability is, though its the demons power, its got to be filtered through sauls mind. Saul is most used to quick casting teleport and item summon, so those spells are then most easy for him to use at instantly reaction time in combat. Another reason is sauls own magic stores. The demon is knowledge alone, no magic to back it up. They know how to stretch sauls pretty much avrage magic stores by useing cheeper low level spells in the most effective way (like if youre fighting a water enimy, you could you your most coastly fire spell… or your weakest lightning spell for the same amount of damage)

Though the demon could liquify the magic in their collection, they are terribly loath to and refuse to sacrifice that for anything.

Saul tends to refer to himself in pleurals 'We would recommend...' 'Our honorable teacher..' 'it would be better for us...' because of the demon of knowledge.

Saul and Ara both end up adopted by the immortal human Saul met and take their last name of Ginko (Ginko is their adopted last name)

Saul was also originally designed in a picrew, though it's one I can't find any more

#Rambles #My art #I tend to sketch saul in my notebooks a lot #So i dont have many proper illistrations of him

[theloverofdragons]

Abyss, the Primary Darkness Dragon

Dragon Form: Black scales, black horns and claws, purple eyes Age: Twenty three Favourite Pastimes: Napping, stargazing, causing trouble when he won’t get caught

#my ocs #the primary dragons #abyss #baby dragon and human image taken from #dragonfable #abyss is either always awake or always asleep there is no in between

[lolita-lollipop]

Just an ask what a bought a fantasy au with a yandere platonic Kiribaku bakugou the dragon king and kirishima is his mate and maybe humans and dragons are at war and they tried to attack the castle but when they started they saw the prince or princess of the hoomans and wanted her or him or they as there daughter and she or he or they keeps trying to escape

SOFT YANDERE DRAGON KING BAKUGO X READER X SOFT YANDERE DRAGON KIRISHIMA

*unedited, so probably some grammar and spelling mistakes

Your village was literally in flames, the people you had grown to love, whom had grown to love you, were all meeting their ends. Everyone, women, children, men, even babies, were all being slaughtered because of some petty fighting your father had started. You were probably going to die soon too, dragons soared through the sky, blasting things with streams of fire, it wasn’t going to be king before one of them spotted you. Fully crying, ready for your own end to come.

Meanwhile, up in the skys, two lovers watched the pure chaos go down, smiling at what has come of the humans that once bragged about how they could slay dragons any day. The red dragons scales were littered with jewels, shining from every angle, while the half human/half dragon king names bakugo katsina rode atop him, speaking to his lover as if hundreds of people weren’t dying just below. That’s when a certain unharmed tower caught both of their eyes, slightly farther off in the distance. A youg girl seeming to be staring right up at them with tearful eyes, cried her heart out at the chaos that was ensuing. Immediately the two felt a sense of protectiveness envelope them, you were just so adorable, and pure. They just had to keep you safe, they needed you to stop having those tears, they needed you as one of their own.

It only took kirishima a few seconds to fly down to th level of the tower you were at the top of, bakugo jumped off quickly from the back of his husband, climbing into the tower. He had to duck under almost all of the doorways, for you were so tiny compared to him, just so cute! When you finally noticed the huge man stationed next to you, it was far too late, and you were already being picked up off of the window sill you were sitting on. Pulling you flush against his bare chest, he rubbed circles into your bakc while you squirmed, trying to kick and flail your eyes out of his grip. It did nothing, dragon strength proves to be very useful when picking up such a little thing like you.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you little one. I’m not going to hurt you” his raspy voice echoed throughout your room, he rubbed the new tears leaving your eyes awa, cooing internally at how precious you look right now. Whimpers and small screams left your lips, this man was terrifying, you knew the dragon king when you saw him, your father had practically burned the image into your mind. He was just so scary. You were just confused as to why his touch felt so gentle, so warm.

“p-please, you’ve already taken everything” you begged the man, he looked down at you, his eyes were so sharp and piercing they felt like daggers going through your body, you were full on sobbing now, grasping at anything that would take you out of his arms. He hushed you, pulling you even closer, letting you absorb some of his own warmth. Then he hooked his foot on the metal ring that led to the edge of your window, and peered down at the 200 foot drop. You se what his intentions were the moment he claimed all the way up, you let a scream leave you lips as he made the move to jump. Maybe he could survive a fall like that, but you sure as hell couldn’t.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you” he cooed, before fully pouncing off of the ledge, you wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed tight, utter fear coursing through your brain. Closing your eyes and waiting for shattering pain to overcome your senses when you hit the ground, but... it never came, just a soaring feeling and wind whipping through your hair. Peeling open your eyes, you were met with a rough red, ruby encrusted, surface, visible scales littering the surface this man was standing on. He sat down, grabbing hold of a leather rope, sitting you in the center of his lap.

“It’s a long way home, I’m sorry I scared you bubs, very, very sorry. ” he spoke, you ran your hand down one of the large scales and heard a loud purr from below you, wait a minute... you were on a dragon weren’t you? You retracted yourself hand almost instantly, holding it close to your chest as if you’d just been burned. Oh my he you were flying in a dragon, with the fricking dragon king himself!

“Uhm- why did you take me?” You spluttered out, struggling To find the right question to ask, currently you were very disoriented, you jsut watched half of your kingdom light up in flames, then this scary dragon king picked you up and tries to comfort you, then jumps out of a window, and now you’re on a dragon. Why didn’t they just kill you? That would have been easier than this!

“Because, you belong with us, you aren’t safe with the humans. We love you.” He sppke, confusing you even further, apparently your pure confusion was shown on your face, as he let a small chuckle push passed his lips, and he bent over you give you a loving kiss in your forehead, you couldn’t really tell him to stop, because he could litterally jsut throw you off of this dragon and you would die. It almost felt nice actually, growing up as the only daughter to a royal meant being perfect from a young age, meaning no real affection was ever given to you. So as bad as it is to say, having someone deem to care for you made you feel all warm inside.

“We have a little while before we arrive back at my castle, far superior to whatever this humans forced you to stay in. You should try to sleep, you look tired, I’ll be here the whole time, I’ll hold you so don’t worry about falling. It’s alright, I’ll be here.” He cooed, his husky voice managed to break many layers of your own walls down. It didn’t take long for you to actually fall unconscious, which seemed stupid because you know (they literally kidnapped you). But with the heat radiating off this man and this dragon, mixed with the slight breeze, and the patting of your back, it all just made you feel so sleep, no matter how hard you fought it, you were asleep in minutes.

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Waking up in a mass of blankets, placed on top of a warm stranger with spiky red hair, was... disorienting, to say the least. He had his arms wrapped around you, and was nude from the waist up, the spiky blonde was also on the bed, right next to you with his hand on your lower back. The recent events rushed back to you so quickly that you could barley take it all in at once, a small gasp left your lips, as the thought dawned on you that this was the dragon you were previously on, your father had and eyou read many books about dragon shifters.

Looking down at yourself for a moment, you realized that you no longer were wearing the pair of white pants and dark blue blouse, instead traded for a large shirt, and a comfortable pair of stretchy shorts, you internally freaked out as you realized that someone had changed you while you were asleep, taht made you very, very uncomfortable.

“Honey? Did I wake you up when I moved? I’m sorry.” The man below you questioned, repositioning his arms around your waist so you could be closer. You just stared at him as if he were an alien, he gave you a comforting smile, brushing some hair out of your face, and laying his hand linger at your shoulder. You tried to squirm again, not having any idea what you would even do if you managed to get up, mainly because you were somewhere you didn’t even know, and these two men could easily overpower you, so you just staye awkwardly put.

“Uh-yeah, I’m awake” you muttered as he pulled your head closer to his chest. You could hear his abnormally fast heartbeat, and timed breaths that were oddly consoling. He left little pats along you left lower back and butt, rocking slowly back and forth.

“It’s too early baby, you’ll be grumpy in the morning if you dont get enough sleep, especially after yesterday’s events.l we can get ya some water if you want, but we still gotta stay nice and sleepy” he continued, sitting up slightly, taking you with him , you nodded your head and he snapped a few times, calling upon some servant to come get you some water. Immediately a small glass was handed to you, the man, whom he explained was named kirishima, but he was your papa, so you should call him papa, helped you drink it. Telling you to tilt your head back as he brought the cup up to your lips, cooing at you and telling you how good you’re doing as you slowly gulped it down, he spoke as of this was such a challenging feat for you, it was kindof embarrasing.

“What are enough two doing awake?@ the blondes voice, highly different from this “papa” whom had a soft, caring voice, spoke. Startling you, the redhead in front of you have him a smile, and looped his hands back around your waist, starting up again with the random patting. You just rigidly say between the two, wanting to crumble in on yourself run their gaze.

“Our little ones a little squirmy This morning, we had to get some water to calm down a little bit.” He spoke for you, you couldn’t even get a word In. You subconsciously leaned into his touch, his warmth pulling you closer to him. The clothing you were wearing was light and airy, so without the blankets or the body heat form both of them, you were getting a little chilly.

“Oh- cmere, let me hold her.” The dragon king, whom you expected to be this scary and menacefull beast, cooed at your cuddly state, which you were trying to hide, and failing. He splayed his arms out in a “gimme” motion, and do you were passed from one half naked man to another, you sighed in sligh contentment as this mans extenisve warmth enveloped you for the second time in the past day. He rocked you back and forth, you didn’t try to struggl. Not wanting to face the wrath of katsina bakugo, the notorious dragon king, or his leading mate.

And so, you remained cuddled up in his arms, thinking about what is too come.

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*unedited

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Aliit Be Cuur

Pairings: Mando x Reader

Summary: While waiting in the hospital in Mos Pelgo after you were inured in the attack on the Krayt Dragon, Mando accidentally learns some life changing information for the both of you. You’re pregnant. 

Warnings: Description of injuries, Pregnancy, Talk about miscarriage, Mando sees a sonogram-like image of reader’s uterus while she’s unconscious, general discussion of pregnancy while reader is unconscious and unaware, made up Star Wars level medical equipment

Word Count: 2800

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Watching you lay unconscious, body littered in cuts and burns, had to be the most terrifying thing Mando had ever experienced, and that was coming from a man that had seen some horrific things in his life. It was his fault you were hurt. If only his plan to kill the Krayt Dragon had gone as it was supposed to, you wouldn’t be in this position. This was supposed to be what he was good at. Killing. Sure, he killed the dragon, but at what cost? 

When the initial plan of luring out the dragon and detonating the explosive just at his weak spot under his belly had gone south, he knew he had to think of something else. He could not leave the Mandalorian armor with Cobb Vanth. He needed it back. 

The plan to use the bantha as bait had come to him quickly but he should have known better than to not tell you what he was doing. There was just no time. Everything had happened so fast. After months of travelling together, he’d hoped that maybe by some miracle, you could read his mind and know that everything was going to be okay when he allowed the dragon to swallow him with the bantha. 

You were with the villagers and Tusken Raiders, struggling to fix the devices you’d built to throw the harpoons so you’d have a fighting chance. Being so caught up in your own tasks, sweat beading on your forehead from the heat and pressure, you hadn’t known Mando had strapped explosives to the bantha and was using it as bait. A loud screeching roar from the dragon ripped your attention away from the trying to kick a piece of wood back into place just in time to see the dragon’s mouth open, massive teeth bared, as it plunged down, straight on top of Mando and the bantha. 

You screamed in horror, running towards the beast, “MANDO!” About halfway there from your post, you whipped out your blaster and shot at the beast as it dove back into the sand. The lasers were useless and you knew that but it was the only thing you could think of to do. Your legs fumbled to a halt, the realization that Mando was really gone actually hitting you. 

But then something else hit you. 

There was a loud explosion and a wave of fire, rocks, sand, and dragon flesh hit you, throwing your body back. The last thing you saw was the wave of orange and red coming at you before everything went black. 

Just as planned, Mando had managed to escape the beast’s clutches before the explosion but suddenly regretted every decision he’d ever made when he saw the little figure of your body running towards where you assumed Mando to be. Even from dozens of feet in the air, he knew it was you. He couldn’t imagine anyone else there willing to run straight at the monster to try and save him. The bombs were sure to detonate any second but by the time he’d noticed you, it was too late. The bomb detonated with a massive wave of heat and debris. 

He watched in horror as your body flew back at least twenty feet before sliding another fifteen across the sand after the impact. Time seemed to stop around him as he jetted to you in less than a few seconds. He couldn’t breathe, fear that he had caused your death choking his airways. “Y/N!” He yelled, landing harshly on his feet right beside you before falling to his knees. You were lying face down, eyes closed. “Y/N, talk to me.” Mando looked over your body and, by some miracle, there didn’t appear to be any broken bones, at least not any that looked immediately disfiguring. With a nearly effortless nudge, he rolled your body over. Your clothes had been ripped and/ or singed in many places. Multiple large holes in your pants revealed reddening burns and blood dripping from sand scraped skin. Your shirt was torn in multiple places, the left strap of your shirt torn so severely it could barely count as a sleeve. The side of your face that was on the sand was also scraped up, thankfully not too deep, but enough to cause bleeding. 

Now the two of you were in the little hospital in Mos Pelga, along with the rest of those who'd been injured in the attack. You slept now, bandages covering large portions of you body that was now largely exposed. They had had to strip you down to your underwear to reach all the wounds but had wrapped your chest in wrappings in place of a bra for the sake of your privacy. Mando had pulled his cape over the majority of your body, knowing you'd be upset if you were to wake up practically naked in front of everyone. 

He hadn't left your side since the explosion. He carried you to the infirmary. He laid you down on the cot. He watched as both human nurses and medic droids worked to patch you up and take blood for tests. They had told Mando that they wouldn’t know anything for sure until the tests came back. Even with the bacta that they’d lathered on you, it would take time for it to work and there was a possibility for further damage that they couldn’t see on the outside. 

The child had been sleeping in his little cot, sealed up safely inside the levitating metal object. Mando had just been sitting beside you on a crate, leaning forward on his knees. This was his fault. He should have known you’d run in. He should have known that something like this could happen. 

“Mandalorian.” A robotic voice gently called for Mando’s attention. 

He looked up at the awkwardly proportioned grey medic droid who stood on the opposite side of the bed. “Is she going to be okay?” 

The droid spoke again, its body shifting unnecessarily to emphasize some of its words, “Patient 728, also known as Y/N. Female. Age: (Y/A). 2nd degree burns on the abdomen, arms, and legs. Superficial graze abrasions on the face, neck, arms, hands, abdomen, and legs. Bruising on face, back, hips, and legs. Probability of death: 7%. No damage to the fetus. Probability of miscarriage: 19%.” 

Mando found a hard time finding any solace in the words of a droid. When a young male nurse walked up beside the droid, Mando immediately turned his attention to him.

“It’s a miracle the baby survived unharmed. I’ve seen much less cause a miscarriage.” The nurse mused, flipping through the clipboard in his hands. 

Mando stood up, brows furrowed beneath the helmet, “That must be someone else’s chart.” 

The nurse flipped back to the front page, “Patient 728? Y/N L/N?” The young man confirmed.

“Yes.” 

He shook his head, “Nope, this is hers.” 

Mando gestured to you, “There must have been a mistake. She’s not pregnant.” 

The young nurse looked at the beskar helmet that he was actually slightly taller than and swallowed hard, “I’m sorry. I assumed that you were the father. If not, this is confidential information that I can’t share with you.” It was obvious that the man was afraid to stand up to a Mandalorian, surely hundreds of stories of their superior killing ability running through his head. Nonetheless, he held fast to what was right. 

Mando’s head was reeling and all he wanted was to run and take off the helmet and take actual, non-filtered breaths. Instead, he was wide eyed and silent as thoughts ran through his head a million lightyears an hour. The beskar betrayed none of his emotions. To the rest of the world, he appeared frozen, standing strong and staring right at the nurse when in reality Mando had zoned out somewhere off to the side. 

If you were pregnant, the baby had to be his. For the last few months, the two of you had had an unofficial relationship of sorts. Nothing was ever said, no official labels, but the two of you behaved like any other couple, or at least a much less touchy-feely version of one. After a night of confessions brought on by an unrelated argument, it had become an unspoken truth that you were only taken by each other. You were his riduur, no doubt, and, as far as he knew, he was yours. You would never lay with another man as long as you and Mando were together, that much he was sure of.

“If she’s pregnant, I am the father.” His voice was calm as always but he thanked the modulator for the slight distortion. If it hadn’t been there, he would have sounded shaky. 

The nurse sighed, choosing to believe him because he really didn’t see much use in lying over something like this. He flipped to the next page on his chart and walked over to stand beside Mando, pointing at some numbers that meant nothing to him. “hCG is a hormone that’s created in the placenta and is only present in pregnant women. According to her levels, I’d say she’s about eight weeks.” He paused for a moment, allowing time for the new information to sink in. “You really didn’t know?” 

“If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have let her fight the Krayt Dragon.” Mando snapped, almost angry at the mere suggestion that he would put his own child in that sort of danger. 

The nurse put his hand up in defense before continuing, “Do you think she knows?” 

Mando shook his head. He believed that you still would have jumped into battle even if you had known, at least from a distance. It was just who you were. But he really didn’t think you had any idea that you were pregnant. Mando had been trained to read people his entire life and surely such news would have brought about some change in your demeanor. Mando hadn’t noticed any change in your behavior. Besides, he would like to believe that you would have told him if you knew.

He couldn’t believe this. How were you pregnant? Okay, well he knew how you could have possibly gotten pregnant but the two of you had always tried to be as safe as you could to avoid this exact scenario. Neither of you were in a position for children, the Child being a special circumstance. Your life was full of danger and violence. How could Mando protect you for an entire nine months while pregnant and then for the rest of forever, while also protecting the Child against what felt like an entire galaxy that wanted him at any cost? 

“Do you want to see?” The nurse’s voice brought Mando back to the present and his helmet tilted in curiosity. 

“See what?” 

“The baby. I need to do a scan to ensure that it's still doing alright. You can see the fetus on the screen while you scan.” He set the clipboard at the foot of your bed and procured a moderately sized glass panel with a metal border that he’d had pinned between his arm and side while he spoke to Mando. 

With a few taps on the glass, bright blue words and images appeared. He tapped on one selection and the middle of the screen cleared, aside from a thin column on the right hand side that had stats and vitals. “See, if you put anything under this, it will show you an interior view of the body. This mode shows organs and blood vessels and stuff like that. See?” The nurse put his hand under the glass panel. The screen showed a light blue version of his hand but instead of skin and nails, it clearly showed the lines of his muscles and the veins that overlapped them clearly. 

Politely as he could, he pulled the cape that had been draped over you down just enough to expose your lower belly, stopping just above the hemline of your underwear. The only thing indicating that you were even alive at this point was the deep inhale you took, drawing both Mando’s and the nurse’s attention. It was the only time Mando hoped that you weren’t waking up. He had no idea how to explain this new situation to you. Hell, he was still having a hard time understanding it for himself. Thankfully, a deep breath was all it was though. You were still asleep. 

The nurse moved the glass panel over your lower stomach, just about where your belly button was, and the image began to form on the screen as he adjusted a few things. Mando’s helmet tilted forward as he leaned over to see the image. 

A nearly perfect view of your reproductive system appeared as a blue digital image. Mando felt uncomfortable looking at the image, feeling like he was violating you in some way. He knew he shouldn’t be looking at this without your permission but then the nurse zoomed in on your uterus to the point where the only thing that could really be seen was a little being. 

Mando’s first thought was that it looked like a little alien. There was an identifiable head that appeared to be looking down and the cord that was attached to you through its belly. The rest of the body was curled into a fetal position. 

The nurse tapped something on the screen and there was a rapid thudding sound that emanated from the device. 

“Is that the heartbeat?” Mando asked, knowing that the answer was probably obvious. For someone who was used to working under pressure, he felt like his brain was only receiving radio static. 

“Mhm, nice and strong.” The nurse said with a warm smile. He tapped a few notes onto the board and then turned it off, the blue image disappearing and the amplified heartbeat ceasing. 

Mando couldn't believe this was happening. How could you not know you were pregnant? He was no expert on the female body, aside from the basics, but weren't you supposed to be throwing up or missing periods or something? He couldn't wrap his head around how you were eight weeks along with seemingly no clue of your condition. 

"Look, I can see that clearly this was something unexpected. I don't know if this is something you want to tell her or want me to, but either way, there are some conversations you two need to have." The nurse told Mando matter-of-factly while gathering the few things he’d brought over before leaving. 

Mando shifted on his feet and reached down to pull his cape back up over your torso so you wouldn’t be cold and exposed, though it was mostly for the second reason. It was next to impossible to be cold on Tatooine, at least during the day. That was when he noticed the small, barely there bump on your lower stomach. It was such a slight variation from its normal size that he never would have noticed it had he not just learned about the life now growing inside you. It was so slight that he imagined you probably would have just attributed it to bloating perhaps, since you were unaware as well, considering all the less-than-pleasant food you both came across in your work. 

Part of him wanted to place his hands over the ever-so-slight swell of your belly, just to see if by some chance he could feel anything. Mando decided against it, shaking his helmet at himself with a heavy sigh. He would wait until you woke up and the two of you had a chance to discuss everything before he did anything relating to the baby. 

Gently, he pulled the cape back up over your body and sat down on the crate again, leaning his elbows on his knees where he sat with his thoughts for several minutes in a zoned out daze. His attention was only broken by the cooing from the Child’s metal pram. Mando tapped on the controls on his arm, opening the pram, and removing the little green baby who was now wide awake. 

“Hey, buddy.” Mando breathed out, watching as the baby stretched his arms out to you, “I know, I know. She’ll wake up soon.” 

The Child looked up at Mando sadly before snuggling down onto his lap, sitting there comfortably. The weight of such a small being had become comfortable and normal for Mando now after all this time with him. He was, by Creed, his son now. Mando was already a father. You had stepped up as a mother for the young child. So why did this feel different? 

Mando imagined the new future, assuming you had decided to stay with him and care for the baby together. He had every intention of raising the baby with you and would do whatever it took to keep the two of you safe. He loved you more than he knew was possible to love another person and the last thing he wanted was to leave. Mando hoped that, one day, you would be officially bound by riduurok. Once the Alor approved it, Mando’s clan of two would become an aliit be cuur. Clan of four. 

#mando x y/n #the mandolorian x reader #mando x you #mando imagine #the mandalorian #din dijarin x reader #din djarin #din djaren #din djarin fics #pedro pascal #dad!mando #mando x pregnant!reader #star wars #star wars imagines

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Proof of Life, part 1

As a followup to this post where I muse about Moonshadow assassins being able to sense all life, I offer a more specific theory borne of recently rereading "Lunabloom" for the first time in a while. It always helps to let things sit for awhile and then return to them.

Heartbeats. I think Moonshadow elves can sense heartbeats.

In "Lunabloom," Runaan hops up a tree to fetch a star plum for Ethari's birthday, and while he's up there, he senses Rayla's pounding little heart.

He does have big ears, and I bet he also has great hearing, but I think something else is going on here, because there's a lot of evidence in Moonshadow culture that hearts are very important to them in many ways.

When pregnant people visit their doctors, one of the simplest and most reliable diagnostic tests is listening to the baby's heart with a stethoscope. Heartbeats alone can tell someone a lot about their current condition.

Lujanne does something similar with Zym's egg. She reaches toward it and holds her hand there for a while, clearly doing something that gives her the understanding that Zym isn't going to make it unless he can be freed from his egg very soon.

Which is what the Dragaang already knew, thanks to the animal doctor down in the village. Science and magic agreeing? What kind of progressive show is this? Ahaha, seriously that's pretty cool.

Then we've got Rayla sensing Runaan's presence on the castle battlement. She's absolutely certain he's there, and she's right.

It seems plausible at this point that an ability to sense a living creature's heartbeat might explain all of this.

But I'm nowhere near done, and here's where it gets angsty.

The real kicker for me isn't whether I think Moonshadow elves can sense heartbeats or not. It's that Viren believes they do!

When a clever antagonist who does his research believes something about a protagonist, they're probably onto something.

Viren's plan to swap Harrow's soul for another came from Claudia, so I assume she knows whatever he knows about how the Moonshadow assassins track targets. And Viren went to Harrow with Claudia's idea. He wouldn't do that unless he was confident in its success! He must know exactly how the Moonshadow assassins track their targets, and he must know that the soul-swap idea will stymie that sense of theirs.

I hadn't really put my finger on this specific detail before. I used to wonder if Moonshadow elves could sense souls. But if they could, and Viren successfully swapped Harrow's soul with someone else's, the assassins would know something was up with who was in whose body when they got close enough to the king, and Viren's swapping idea wouldn't fool them at all. He knows better than to use mere surprise on an enemy. He needs solid tactics.

But if the Moonshadow assassins could sense their target's heartbeat no matter where it was, they could indeed track it wherever their target tried to hide.

If the assassins burst into Harrow's chamber, tracking the king's physical heart by its beat and then Runaan stopped that heart, then it doesn't matter whose soul is inside Harrow's body. Not to the binding ribbon, and not to the assassins' oath. Once that specific heart stops beating, then the binding ribbon believes the assassins oath has been fulfilled and the targeted life has been taken. It turns red and releases the assassin.

Runaan, honey, what is that now, four ways to release? Come on.

If this mission had gone "perfectly," the assassins might have yeeted back home to Xadia and never been the wiser that Viren's soul-swap had spared King Harrow from death by putting his soul into someone else's body--a body with a different heartbeat! Viren's plan would have succeeded. He really could've saved Harrow's soul, and therefore his consciousness and personality. But there was no way to save his body from the assassins' blades. He never bothered to try that. He knew it was fruitless from the start.

If heartbeats are what matter to the oath and the ribbon, then, plotwise, it doesn't matter whether Viren meddled with Harrow's soul with a swap or not. The heart in King Harrow's chest stopped either way.

Runaan may believe that he killed Harrow properly. And maybe he actually did. Or maybe he saw something in that chamber that told him dark magic had messed with his target, and yet his binding and his vaunted honor compelled him to stop that particular heart anyway. Maybe Runaan realized exactly what he had to do to an innocent soul and how wrong it was. Maybe he realized it and still really wanted to stab Harrow's body for what he'd done to Avizandum. One day, one day, I believe we'll finally know what really went down in that royal chamber, and it's all I'm gonna talk about for the next week. Can't wait, man.

Until then, though, we're all getting the Moonshadow treatment regarding whether Harrow's soul is in Pip or not. Because, once again, it doesn't matter either way to the binding ribbon, and that binding ribbon has a plot-critical job to do. It's telling elves, humans, and dragons alike that Harrow is dead, and the plot is moving forward accordingly. If that's what really happened, then it's a straightforward development. If it's not what happened, then the more consistently everyone has reacted to the misdirection, the more exciting it's gonna be when Suddenly Boom, Harrow!

You know I'm voting for Dadbird, right? Dadbird. It's angstily delicious.

part 2, because image limit

#tdp meta #tdp theory #tdp #moonshadow elves #moonshadow assassins #tdp angst #runaan #viren #harrow #rayla #moonshadow hearts #lujanne #zym #dadbird #moonshadow lotuses #lunabloom

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A Life Wasted

Azula Week Day 1: Childhood

Summary: Azula has trouble coming to terms with that she didn’t really have a childhood and struggles to see a future for herself.

She is surprised to get as many visitors as she does, Azula could have sworn that they would stick her in this horrid place and forget all about her, leaving her to her own nightmares and personal horrors. Somehow they don’t forget her. Somehow they find it within themselves to pay her visits now and then. Sometimes they come with specially prepared meals other times they come only with stories and company.

Azula wishes that she could appreciate it. Wishes that she could push her resentment aside. She wishes that they would just leave her to suffer and fester in her shame alone. It is bad enough having them around to see her like this, to make their judgments. But they have to bestow her with stories about how great the outside world is, about how they have all accomplished so much.

They do so until she one day snaps at them to stop bringing her news. She expects them to stay away from then on out. Instead they come back with tales from the past.

TyLee’s childhood is bathed in shades of pink. She was never alone and was constantly at the tailend of a braid chain. She always speaks of laugher and gossip and trips to the berry fields. Of coming home with smeared cheeks and stained clothes.

Mai’s childhood was more subdued, lonely. But when her parents came home it was warm. They would take her onto their laps and read her stories about dragons and courageous Fire Nation warriors until she begged for a blade of her own.

Katara and Sokka both have frosty and cold childhoods but in the most dreamy way. They both recount different aspects. Sokka tells her about fishing and hunting trips with his father; about adrenaline spikes and hiking around glaciers. While Katara paints a more domestic image in her mind; the smell of cooking fish and firepit smoke. Of heavy coats and fur rugs.

Toph’s childhood was sheltered but exciting when she could sneak away. It was full of adventure and mess. Of tussling with the boys in alleyways and knocking on strangers’ doors and running before they can get to the door.

Aang’s was serene. Otherworldly and mystifying. His childhood makes her stomach ache with longing the most. He speaks of how all of the children were raised side by side. Every adult was a mother and a father to all of them and each child was a sibling to the next child over. Before he found out that he was the Avatar he was never alone. He would munch on pastries and and have glider races.

And Zuko’s...she knows about Zuko’s and she doesn’t want to hear anything of it. It is as unforgiving as her own but in such a different way.

She wishes that she could have had a childhood. Maybe she wouldn’t be this way if she did, if she had been allowed to be a child for just a few years before being thrust into the war machine. Maybe if she had hours of running wildly through the palace garden instead of hours of training and katas she would be less of a weapon and more of a human being.

She stares at her palms, trying to recall even one moment where she had been a child. Just one that isn’t tainted by undertones of political speak and warfare. But she can’t find even one. Even her fondest childhood memories are either followed by something awful or had war in the background.

On one occasion, a golden day on Ember Island--she had convinced Zuko to help her swipe some mangos from a fruit cart just to test their skills. They had snatched one and darted off to climb a palm tree and hide as they tasted their prize. Father found them with sticky mango juice smeared around their mouths and dripping down their chin. That evening they were dirty, disgusting miscreants and he was ashamed to be their father. That night there was no trip to the beach to collect shells and build sand castles, they were locked in their rooms listening to mother and father argue; “they’re children, Ozai! Children do that stuff, let them have fun!” “They have duties to their nation, they are better than other children.” Zuko blamed her for getting them in trouble with her stupid idea and she blamed him for talking too loud and getting them caught.

On another occasion she found herself sitting at the edge of the turtle-duck pond, kicking her feet at the shimmering waters, the sun reflecting on its surface. In one had she held a calligraphy brush which she was using to paint random doodles on her legs. In the other she held a loaf of bread which she was biting into, paying little mind to where she was nibbling on it. She was quite and out of the way so no one paid her any mind. Which is probably why they so openly discussed how triumphantly they had slaughtered Earth Kingdoms soldiers on the battlefield.

Such are the types of memories her childhood is sprinkled with. And the more she thinks on it, the more she realizes how truly and deeply imprinted the war is on her mind. She doesn’t think that she knows anything else but battles and punishments.

She remembers when her mother stopped loving her. When the woman realized that her baby had already been claimed by propaganda and a sense of patriotic superiority. Azula wishes that the woman would have done something more to keep her from succumbing. From falling so deep into the indoctrination.

She remembers when mother had told her that Lu-Ten had died. That was the night that mother stopped loving her. When mother realized--before anyone else--that something was very wrong with her. That was the night when her father had told her just how proud he was of her.

She was finally the weapon he had been craving.

And now she is broken. The remnants of a once mighty war machine. And in a world without war, she doesn’t have much use. She supposes that it is just as well that she is stuck in this institution. She can’t see herself doing anything anyways. Can’t seem to think up any other purpose for herself.

They mistake her low for recovery. She no longer yells and screams and demands that Zuko and his friends be sent away. She is simply indifferent, it doesn’t matter if they are there or if they aren’t. It doesn’t matter if their happy childhood tales make her tummy tingle with sorrow and longing. Nothing matters. She doesn’t matter.

She had wasted her childhood. Now she is wasting her adolescence. Her life is a waste…

Zuko grips her shoulder. Her blank eyes don’t lift from her palms. Not until he helps her stand and leads her out of the institution. She questions his decision but decides that she can’t be bothered to stir up any trouble anyways, so his decision won’t really leave an impact either way.

“I think that it’ll be good for you to get some fresh air.” Zuko comments. “We’re planning on taking a trip to Kyoshi Island and I thought that you should come with us.”

She furrows her brows, “why would you think that?”

He shrugs. “I guess that I want us to both have a few memories that are just...nice.”

She doesn’t think that this is it.

“We can’t exactly make good childhood memories, but we can do this.”

Azula nods.

“I also thought that it would be good for you to start to...get back into the world so you don’t fall behind.”

“I already have.” She mumbles.

He gives her back a little rub. “You’re not too far behind. Nothing we can’t catch you up on. And besides, we’d like your input on certain things. There’s this new city in the making and we think that you’d be good at helping us plan and fine tune it. You’re good with details.”

“What does that have to do with Kyoshi Island?”

Zuko laughs, “nothing. Kyoshi Island is just going to be a break before we really get into it.”

“I’ve already had a break…”

His smile falters but only for a moment. “I guess that you have. But I’m talking about a real break, Azula. Something that could be fun for you if you’ll give it a try.”

She supposes that, at this point, she is willing to try anything to get rid of the despair and helplessness that has taken root within her soul. “It would help more if I can just have a look at this city. I need something important to do. Something that matters.”

“You will be doing something that matters on Kyoshi Island.”

“Oh.” She quirks a brow.

“You’ll get to have a good time and learn about some new cultures. And you’ll get to watch me struggle with awkwardness. The last time I was on Kyoshi Island I...did some things…”

“How is that important?”

“Because it’s about your health and you matter. You know that, right?”

“Important to who?”

He gives her a gentle hug. “Believe it or not, you’re important to me. And as soon as the others see that you’re not a completely mean and angry person…”

“I’m not angry.” She thinks that she has only ever been angry once, during the comet. Mostly she is just numb and unfeeling. Cold. And maybe that is worse than having a temper. At least a temper can be cooled…

“Trust me, this is going to be good for you. I can’t fix our childhood bet we can make something of the future.”

She doesn’t know if she believes him, but she would like to. At least she is out of that facility. At least she can get back to firebending and relish in freedoms to be rediscovered. He smiles again and she decides that the least she can do is humor him. Either nothing will change at all and she will continue on in her melancholy or he will be right and she will pave herself an adulthood that is warmer than her childhood ever was.

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Becareful of what you raise. Skyrim  fanfiction.

I thought I’d write a little angsty piece between Runar and his ressurected mother Balene.

Runar thought he could control death, he thought his mother would love him for bringing her back into a world that would sing praises for raising their master, saving him from the cold. He’d looked so happy when the ritual had worked and his mother stood in front of him.

But no. Instead Balene, naked with flesh fresh from necromantic fire stared at the twisted image of her once little Runar. 

Her spirit strong, Balene stared at her son; well the twisted form he’d taken . Runars face and torso were similar enough apart from the horns but below the waist a large reptilian body laid, as if he’d sliced the neck off a dragon and inserted himself into the hole left behind.

Staff in hand Runar stared as if he was inspecting a prized hen, towering above his mother now as he stared with cold vibrant violet eyes. “Are you not happy mother? We are reunited at last!” Runar asked, breaking the silence. 

Balene stared, she was not afraid of him.

“You awoke me from my eternal rest! How can I be happy after learning what you’ve done!?” Balene shouted, stern and strong against the spiteful Lord, “I raised a little boy not a monster!”

Runar snarled, marching forward towards Balene only stopping once he’d almost charged his mother down.

“You don't mean that! I have brought order back to the lands!” Runar snarled in denial.

“No! I should have left you in the snow!” Balene shouted in tears. “...What?” Runar hissed, his expression of mild annoyance shifting into shock horror within a second.

"I should have left you in the snow! You murder your people with glee! How coul-" Balene did not manage to finish her sentence when the monster in front of her lashed out, a clawed hand grabbing her by the throat. 

Balene gurgled as she felt her windpipe being slowly crushed, just able to see the look of rage on Runar’s face as her feet dangled in the air, kicking out for dear life. 

It was at this moment that she was sure that the baby she’d raised was no longer here, overtaken by the monstrosity that was killing her. “You do not love me! Father has never loved me! Am I unlovable by my very nature!?” The beast screeched and screamed, his nails drawing blood from Balene’s neck as Runar’s grip tightened.

Runar shook her in a rage, perhaps too hard infact as Balene felt something snap in her back. With both body and heart broken Balene’s vision began to blur, the only thing she could see beyond the screeching monster’s eyes were the eyes of a boy, broken and rejected by the thing he desired.

The gurgling stopped as the life faded once more from Balene’s eyes, Runar dropped her at once as he stared out in horror of what he had done. He did not mean to kill her. Her lifeless body stared vacantly as Runar turned to run away like how he did when she first died. It was cold enough down here that the rot wouldn't set in for a good week, Runar would bury her properly this time. A funeral fit for the High King's mother.

But as Runar scurried away knew he would never receive the love he desired from her, not after this. He wasn't even sure if he loved her or just loved the attention she gave him at this point.

And with that the last dragonborn figured it out. He had not come from a womb, like his brother's he has been spawned out from the void that was Akatosh's unloving presence, spat out from time into a cold cruel world naked and confused. Now the illusion was cracked, you aren't a nord. 

You're not even human or mer! You simply look like one, to get some poor mortal to take pity on you! To raise you as the parasite you are, the sword father needed to slay your brother!

But it was okay, it had only served to convince him that there was no other way. He'd always been an entropic monster set loose onto an equally cruel world. Soon this world and the next would hear his battle cry in the struggle against fate.

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