#i should make a tag for my dragon ocs but i need to come up with a comprehensive one since theyre not all veran....

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

something something a supernova of heartbreak in a cold unforgiving universe etc

#oh look! MORE JADE #she makes me eat drywall. im so normal about her i prommy #my favorite depressed lesbian.... #scribble garnish #dragons #my art #oc #original character #not-fish <3 #i should make a tag for my dragon ocs but i need to come up with a comprehensive one since theyre not all veran.... #im getting attached to this slapdash painting style over messy sketches #i like the look of it And it doesnt take too much effort! #the perfect Combo!!! #hm i think i broke off too little of her horns tho #but then again i do kinda like just the tips being off instead of snapped in half... #we'll see how i feel next time i scribble her at this point in her life

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 6

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: I couldn't resist posting this so close to the other part. I'd say I'm sorry for the slight cliff hanger.... But I'm not. Also I've started writing some of the stuff around threshing, what do you guys think Ophelia's signet should be? What dragon will she have? Also what should we make Garrick's signet? I've seen a few theories on his being pain due to his dragons name, and honestly kinda leaning towards it. As per usual if you want to be on the tag list let me know! And if you guys have any prompts or ideas for small little one off stories/one shots, please pop them in my asks! Would love to give some other ideas a go. Probably leaning more towards our rebellion boys (Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi and Liam), but happy to give some others a go.

The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

Garrick leans against the wall at the end of the bed, his hazel eyes watching me like a hawk. He hadn’t take his eyes off me since scooping me off the floor. I’m a little disappointed he managed to put a shirt on before bringing me here. I could have used the view while the healer works at cleaning the blood off my face and mending my nose. Every time I flinch or wince as the healer works, I swear I see Garrick’s hand twitch as if wanting to reach out and stop her. The healer walks away to get me some healing balm to take with me to help the last of my nose heal and to help with any bruising that may decide to show up. As she rounds the corner, Garrick pushes off the wall and pulls up a chair next to my bed. He reaches up and tilts my head towards him with his right hand. His eyes assessing my face and the work the healer has done. When he’s satisfied I’ve been healed adequately his eyes meet mine. His hand still lingering on my face.

”You two really did a number on each other.” He says with a chuckle.

”You finally going to tell me what the hell is up with you and Imogen.” I say more aggressively that I intend.

Garrick flinches at my words and his moves his hand from my cheek to his lap as he looks down and starts to fidget with this hands. Some of his dark curls falling in front of his eyes. Definitely not the response he was expecting from me.

“I promise you there is nothing going on-”

”Bullshit.” I spit out cutting him off mid sentence.

He looks up at me shocked and almost scared. Something I can safely say I’ve never seen from Garrick towards me. Granted I don’t think I’ve used that kind of tone towards him before in the entire time I’ve known Garrick, which is pretty much my entire life. He hangs his head and goes back to fidgeting with his hands, the chair creaking under his weight as he moves around. Clearly uncomfortable with the situation.

“For me there’s nothing going on with her. We hooked up a few times, but that was it.” He admits, his shoulders sagging with the confession before looking back up at me with sad eyes that almost plead forgiveness from me. “But I made it clear I wanted nothing serious. But it is becoming clear those hook ups meant more to her than just something casual.”

”You never struck me as the casual hook up type.” I admit to him.

He slowly nods in agreement before looking away again, intently focused on his hands again. “Honestly I’m not. But there are times while you are here where you just need someone. And the person I needed. The person I wanted more than just a casual hook up with.” His eyes flick up to mine, and I swear my heart stops as if I know what’s coming. “Well I kind of thought they were dead till recently.”

His words come out so quietly I barely hear them. But I do. My heart rate starts to pick up as his words sink in and silence falls around us as we just stare into each others eyes. There is no doubt that Garrick meant me. It’s not like anyone else has come back from the dead recently. Garrick who I spent most of my child hood and teenage years crushing over, has just confessed they feel the same way and all I can do is sit here and stare at him like a deer about to get torched by a dragon. And I’m sure my face probably looks similar to that deer right now. His words start to sink in as he stares at me hopefully. His eyes pleading at me to say something. Say anything back to him. But I can’t. All I can do is stare at him in shock, despite wanting to hear this exact confession from him for years.

At that moment the healer comes back with the healing balm, completely oblivious to the tension in the small closed off area. “Here you go lovely, just apply it to any bruising as it appears.” She says sweetly as she hands it to me.

I tear my gaze from Garrick as I stand and take the healing balm from her, before quickly walking out of the room. I hear the chair Garrick was sitting on scrape against the floor. As soon as I’m out the door I take off. I vaguely hear Garrick call my name as I run back to the riders quadrant.

Part 7

Tag List: @riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt @bbkissme99

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #garrick tavis x reader #the empyrean #garrick tavis #garrick tavis imagine #fourth wing imagine #the fourth wing

[mint-yooxgi]

{10} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader 

Words: 4,615

Warnings: Not edited, I’m terribly sorry!! Death mentioned, OC refers to herself as ‘rotund’ cause she’s recalling memories, mentions of past trauma/implied imprisonment and whipping, self-blame. I think that’s all. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Next chapter is here, yay!! I apologize in advance cause it’s not edited, but I have work in the morning and it’s already super late for me. Please bear with the errors for now. Also, I know the boys aren’t really in this chapter, but there’s quite a bit of plot, and two are hidden in the scenes, so I wonder if you can guess which two they are? 👀 As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Mini Masterlist

Normally, the time it takes you to travel from your place to the Neo’s nest, or vice versa, is about fifteen minutes by foot. You make it home in five.

Jeno follows close behind you the whole time, and you can feel Jisung flying at his top speed towards your place all the while. It should only take your youngest another minute before he arrives.

“Jeno-“

“I’ll leave as soon as he gets here,” he promises. “I just want to make sure you’re both okay.”

You smile softly at your cub, extending your hand out to caress his cheek tenderly.

“I have some of the sweetest boys in the world,” you hum, throat tightening at the care he shows the both of you.

“Because you raised us well.” He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering closed briefly.

A moment later, and there is a large crash in your backyard. Dirt flies everywhere, sobs of pain being muffled into the earth.

“Oh, My Little Jisungie,” your expression immediately fills with nothing but concern as you move to kneel beside the weeping dragon. “I’m right here.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s wrapped his arms around your lower waist, sobbing violently into your chest. You briefly meet Jeno’s gaze, noticing how the male nods subtly before backing off. He shoots one final concerned glance towards you and his brother before disappearing back into the woods.

You’ll both be okay. Besides, you’ll call if you need anything.

“She’s gone,” he wails, tightening his grip around you. “The love of my life is gone.”

Quietly, you shush him, running your fingers gently through his hair all the while. The best thing for him right now is to let out all of his emotions without you interrupting. It’s better for him to expel that energy, rather than keeping it all bottled up inside and letting it consume him. You know first hand what that is like.

“I’m right here, Ji.” You coo, cradling him in your arms and feeling his entire body shaking against your own. “Let it all out. I’m right here.”

He chokes on a sob, “she’s gone, and she’s never coming back.”

“Shhh,” you place your lips against the side of his head, grip holding him a little tighter in your arms. “It’ll be okay. It will all be okay.”

“I couldn’t do anything to save her.” His voice is strained from the weight of his emotions. “I promised her we’d always be together, that I’d always protect her, and I’ve let her down.”

The broken sob he releases breaks your heart, the organ squeezing painfully in your chest.

“You know that’s not true, Jisungie,” you voice softly, nothing more than a tender caress just like your one hand that now strokes comfortingly down his spine. “You gave her a long life with the person she loves most. She told me that’s all she’s ever want, and it was you who fulfilled her every wish.”

Your words have him choking on his sobs, breath stuttering in his chest as he buries his face into the side of your neck.

“I could have done something,” he tightens his own grip around you. “I should have done more.”

“You did all you could.” You assure him gently.

“You don’t know that!” He snaps, pulling away from you instantly. “I should have saved her! I should have figured out a way to extend her life so she didn’t have to die in pain!”

“When it comes to death, I am more familiar with it than you know, My Child.” You reply softly, watching as he stands before you now, pacing lightly as rage courses through his entire being. “Hyemin did not die in pain. She died peacefully in the arms of her most treasured love. That’s more than many others can say of their imprinted.”

His shoulders sag slightly, pausing momentarily in his steps as he looks to the ground. “I’m never going to get to see her again.”

“You will.” You hum, somewhat knowingly.

“No.” He shakes his head, more tears falling freely from his eyes. “I won’t. I won’t get to see her smile anymore. I won’t be able to hear her laughter, or feel her touch. I won’t be able to comfort her after a long day, nor will I ever be able to cook her meals or bring her flowers. She’s gone, and without her, I am lost.”

Your expression falls as you see your cub looking so broken in front of you. Shamelessly, he wipes as his eyes, more sobs wracking his body as grief consumes him.

Slowly, you stand back to your feet.

“My Child,” you meet his tear filled gaze as you extend your hand out to him, “come with me.”

He looks from your hand back to your face, blinking to clear his vision. Carefully, he takes a step towards you, reaching out his own hand to place it gently in yours.

“I know of the devastating grief you are feeling, for I have also experienced such a tremendous loss throughout my own life.” You begin, walking with him slowly to the edge of the woods. “There is no pain greater than losing the one you love, but they are never truly gone.”

Jisung remains quiet. The only indication you receive that he’s listening is a slight sniffle in response.

“Your brothers and I are here for you, for there are none who have experienced the same as much as we have.” You continue. “I want to show you something now, though. A special place where you can go, whenever you want. A place that Hyemin will rest with the others, for as long as our protection lasts. A place you can visit her, find comfort, and grieve.”

The next twenty minutes or so are spent with you leading Jisung through the woods and to your special spot. All that can be heard are your soft footfalls, and Jisung’s sniffling every now and then. Often, you squeeze his hand, silently reassuring him that you’re right here, and you will not be leaving him any time soon. A fact which has him squeezing back more often than not.

Reaching the small clearing you take a deep breath, stopping just short of the protection stones.

“I have brought each of your brothers here after they have lost someone important. It is a place for all of us. A safe space.” You tell him, turning to meet his gaze. You watch as he nods softly in response, reaching a hand up to brush away his lingering tears with the back of his hand. “You may come to visit at any time you wish, for this is now your space as well. My Daisy was the first, and she will gladly watch over Hyemin along with all of the others.”

Slowly, fireflies begin to dance in the air around you, their gentle lights twinkling like the stars above.

You step through the barrier.

A small gasp escapes Jisung’s lips as he sees the stone monument in the centre of the clearing. Shifting his gaze, he takes in the small pebbles surrounding the area, and the sudden warmth he feels encompassing his entire form. Almost as if he’s being wrapped in one of your warm hugs.

“These stones all represent someone we have lost, and every time one is placed, a new firefly comes to live in this clearing.” You tell him, leading him over to the centre monument. “This was originally just Daisy’s grave, but as I’ve said before, loss affects every single one of us. It’s comforting to know that they all watch over each other, and us, from the other side.”

A choked sob escapes Jisung’s lips as he brings a hand up to cover his mouth. His body automatically turns to yours, and you immediately have him wrapped in your arms without another thought.

Resting beside that stone marker, you both sink to your knees.

“I know you probably feel as if you are suffocating right now, Ji,” you say, keeping your voice soft as he sobs into your neck. “As if the weight of the entire universe is on your shoulders. You’re asking yourself why it was her, and not you. Why she had to be taken at all. I know you feel as if you didn’t do enough, that you let her down in some way. I want you to know that you didn’t let her down at all. I know those words are going to be hard to believe right now, and I know you don’t want to listen to me prattle on all night given the hurt so near. I just want you to know that I am here for you, and Hyemin is, too. Those that we love never truly leave us. They are always with us, both in spirit, and memory. Please, never forget that.”

A brief silence before you feel him nod against your skin.

Finally, you breathe a sigh of relief. He seems to be calming down.

Softly, a firefly dances around his head.

“Jisungie,” your tender call of his name draws his attention, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes. Your gaze flicks to the firefly beside his head. “Look.”

It takes him a moment, but the second he turns to see that little firefly dancing beside his head, you hear his breath hitch.

“Hyemin?” He nearly chokes on his breath, her name but a broken plea from his lips.

“There is another reason why I guard this place so ferociously,” you reply, gently unwrapping yourself from him and standing back to your feet. “I’ll give you two a moment alone.”

You go to step away, only to feel Jisung reach out and grab your hand in his.

Turning back to him, you smile softly. “It’s okay, Jisungie. I’ll be right outside those stones if you need me. Say what you have to. I promise I won’t listen in.”

Squeezing his hand reassuringly once more, you drop your grip. A few seconds later, and you’ve stepped outside the protective circle. Sparing a final glance over your shoulder, you see Jisung stand back to his feet as a swarm of fireflies converge, taking the form of his now deceased lover. A young woman who smiles kindly at you, bowing her head in acknowledgment as the dragon before her falls to his knees.

Tilting your head in acknowledgement, you wave a hand over the clearing. Instantly, the image of Jisung standing with a young Hyemin disappears, blending into the forest around you. A sound barrier goes up as well, giving them as much privacy as you can. Besides, you’ll feel Daisy’s tender caress on your cheek again when they’re done.

Turning your back to the clearing, your eyes scan the forest in front of you, narrowing ever so slightly. There are two faint presences you can sense drawing near, their scents on the wind. You’ll do whatever you can to avoid them for now, but if they do not cause a scene, neither will you. You have more important things to worry about tonight.

For twenty minutes, your eyes scan the forest, locking in on the specific spot you sense those two presences resting. You’re unsure if they’ve also sensed you since you haven’t really been shy in hiding your aura this time around. However, you’re not sure if it’s been enough to keep them away. They’re just out of range for you to be certain.

A cool brush against your cheek alerts you to the shifting presence behind you.

Instantly, you drop the sound barrier, hearing Jisung walking towards where you know he sees you to be standing. You take the liberty to step back over the threshold, nearly startling the younger dragon as he looks from his feet to see you suddenly closer than before.

Once more, he falls into your arms. Though, this time, the breath he releases is one of relief, rather than simply filled with pain.

Softly, you run your fingers through his hair. “Better?”

He hums. “Better."

“Do you want to head back, or would you like to stay for a little while longer?”

A firefly dances in the corner of your vision. One which Jisung seems to notice as well.

“Can we stay?” He pulls away enough to stare into your eyes. “Just for a little bit longer?”

“Of course, My Cub,” you tenderly caress his cheek. “We can stay for as long as you’d like.”

Carefully, the both of you walk over to the cliff face, sitting yourselves down and allowing your legs to dangle freely off of the edge. Jisung leans into you, and you make sure to keep your arm securely wrapped around his shoulders. The whole time, fireflies dance around your heads.

“Hyemin told me not to cry anymore.” He sniffles lowly, wiping at his lingering tears with the back of his hand.

“Whatever was said between the both of you does not have to be shared with me, My Child.” You tenderly rub the side of his arm. “That was for the two of you, and the two of you only.”

Softly, you feel him nod against your side. Then, after a moment, “it still hurts.”

“Of course it does, My Cub,” you hum, staring out over the vast scenery before you. The river shines beneath the light of the moon, the peaks of the mountains being illuminated by its brightness. “The pain is all too fresh, and it will linger for some time. It will be harsh, and demand to be felt at times, but you cannot let it consume you. I’m sure that’s not what Hyemin would have wanted for you.”

You feel him shiver within your hold, and you just know he felt her caress just as you have felt Daisy’s so many times before.

“Is this-“ he stops himself short, clearing his throat lightly as his voice drops to a mere whisper, “is this what you felt when you lost Daisy?”

“Everyone experiences loss differently, just as I will feel pain in other ways that you will not.” You reply, taking a somewhat deep breath to steady your nerves. Then, you turn to meet his gaze. “But, yes. Though, my circumstances were far different than yours.”

A gentle breeze drifts through, and you swear you catch her scent on the wind.

“Will you tell me about her?” Jisung looks up at you through his lashes, wide eyes glistening beneath the light of the moon. “The story of how you two met?”

“You never grow tired of this one, do you?” You chuckle fondly, noticing how a faint pink dusts his cheeks. “Alright, I’ll tell you again.”

Jisung smiles lightly, curling deeper into your side.

“It was spring when I first saw her,” you begin, staring back out at the valley before you. “She was paddling across the fjord with a boat full of supplies, and a dream. I watched her set up camp, hiding myself away in the bushes before returning home every night. Back then I was a bit of a troublemaker myself, so sneaking out was no issue.”

The way you ruffle his hair slightly has a whine escaping his lips.

You smile affectionately before continuing, “one day, I saw her fishing in the creek. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as stealthy back then as I am now, so I lost my footing and fell right into the water.”

He laughs at this. He always does every time you tell him this story, and it makes your heart warm.

“I still enjoy the mental image of you waddling out of the creek, clothing drenched and water dripping off of you.” He grins, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I got lucky though. I managed to grab hold of a fish before leaving to shore.” You chuckle fondly, recalling the memories now. “I can never forget the look she gave me as I proudly declared I ‘caught one’ as I left the water. Your Aunt Daisy was an expressive woman, emotions painted on her features for all to see.”

“I would have been so embarrassed.” Jisung comments.

“I was,” you hum. “I could tell she thought I was the most bizarre creature she had ever come across that first meeting. Yet, she was kind enough to invite me to cook the fish we had caught by the fire with her.” Your eyes twinkle, lips tugging upwards once more. “I couldn’t say no.”

“I can’t count the amount of times I made a fool of myself in front of her,” you recall, a gentle rumble to your tone. “She never once put me down for it, or treated me strangely. I have always been what some villagers might refer to as ‘rotund’, but Daisy never once treated me any differently than anyone else. She never looked down on me, or thought little of me for my appearance, and she had so many brilliant ideas.”

“We found this little clearing one night when we went hiking through the woods. It was a risk on my part, since I could usually get away with being away from home during the day time. However, as soon as night fell, it was harder to hide from my father.” You look downwards, somewhat sadly. “We sat in this very spot, talking for hours. I don’t even remember half of the topics we discussed, but I do remember every bit of how I felt. How she made me feel.”

“How did she make you feel?” Jisung asks, eyes wide as he stares up at you.

You smile, shifting to meet his gaze as you brush some strands of hair away from his eyes. “Like the happiest person on earth.”

Jisung smiles, looking out across the valley as he recalls how Hyemin always made him feel the exact same way.

“I felt like I was floating whenever I was with her. Nothing else mattered to me: not my training, not my father, not even who or what I was.” You recount, a few tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. “With her, I could just be. I didn’t have any expectations of her, and she didn’t have any of me.”

“I can still remember how it felt for her to hold my hand,” you faintly smile down at your left palm. “Her touch was so gentle, and so unbelievably soft, that I thought she couldn’t be real. The moment she told me she wanted to create a town for herself, some place safe where she could live, and not worry about people judging her intelligence, I immediately agreed. I told her I would help her, and we could start this town together.” You smile. “So we did.”

“I don’t exactly know when I fell in love with her, but I can still remember the day my father cornered me about imprinting on a human.” Your expression turns dark in the next moment. “He’s always had my best interests in mind, but it doesn’t always come out the way he intends them to. He warned me that it could never last; I didn’t know what I was getting myself in to, and I should quit while I’m ahead.”

“Of course, I didn’t listen.” You grin, though there’s a sadness shining behind your eyes now as the first of your tears begin to trail down your cheeks. “The very next day, I confessed to her, and was overjoyed to learn she felt the same way. We spent years together, and I would always bring her Daisies on our anniversary. She would always smile and laugh at that, hitting me with the bouquet a few times. To this day, I can never look at those flowers the same way, unless they are in this clearing with her.”

Jisung’s grip tightens the slightest bit around you, offering you what little comfort he can while you comfort him.

“It was a little rough when I told her of my true nature, but My Daisy was headstrong,” you chuckle, somewhat sadly. “She knew I was different, and almost figured it out before I even told her. You see, Little One,” you nudge him lightly, “sometimes when our emotions are heightened, we cannot control the shifting of our eyes.”

“Believe me,” he huffs out a laugh through his nose, nodding along with you. He cannot count the times this has happened to him, especially with Hyemin around. “That I do know.”

“We had three years together after we finished building this town.” Your voice hitches slightly in your throat as you wipe at your cheeks with the back of your free hand. “Three years before they took her away from me.”

“I know you’ve mentioned the hunters before, but could the ones from town now really have done that? If their ancestors are anything like they are, then you should have been able to take them. Easily.” He frowns, swinging his legs slightly as he continues to rest over the cliffside with you.

“There is a reason the hunters in this town are the way they are now,” you breathe. “I will never let another true hunter set foot on my territory again. Let alone them.”

“What happened?” His sorrowful gaze turns to you.

“Are you sure you want to learn of Daisy’s death tonight, My Cub?” You tenderly stroke the side of his face. “It is already a melancholic evening, I do not wish to make it worse.”

Jisung ponders your question for a moment before turning away. His gaze is full of sorrow as he stares down at the treetops below. “No. Maybe not.”

You nod lightly. “That is, perhaps, a wise decision.”

A small silence settles around the both of you, allowing the comfort of resting in each other’s embrace to calm you for the moment. That is, until Jisung is standing back to his feet. Before he can even say a word, you’re raising a palm into the air.

“You do not need to explain your grief process to me, Jisung.” You meet his gaze, noticing the way his eyes shine with newly unshed tears. “Do what you have to do. All I ask is that you do not bring harm to yourself, or anyone else. Take all the time you need. No matter how far you go, I will find you if we need you.”

Jisung says nothing, only being able to nod his head. Slowly, he bends down, placing a lingering kiss onto your forehead, and you know that this is his way of thanking you for everything tonight. 

You smile weakly. “Be safe, My Cub.”

Without another word, Jisung is jumping from the cliffside, shifting midair and flying off into the night. This time, when a cry echoes through the air, it’s not as piercing or devastating as the first. Instead, it is a cry of hope. Of a love lost, yes, but well lived, and sorrowful. A cry which is echoed by his brothers in the distance.

You sigh faintly, leaning back onto your hands as you watch that little beige dragon disappear around one of the mountains. Your whole body trembles, fingers digging into the dirt beneath your nails as you attempt to control your thoughts. Reliving those memories of Daisy has only made the tragedy of her death all the more fresh in your mind, even if it’s been hundreds of years.

Still, those two presences linger at the edge of your senses, but you pay them no mind.

Another tear slides down your face.

“Did I do the right thing?” You wonder aloud, keeping your voice low as you curl in on yourself. “Will Jisung be okay on his own now?”

A tender caress against your cheek wipes away one of your tears. You lean into that phantom touch more than you know.

“I can still remember how lost I was when I lost you. Though, I didn’t have time to grieve like he did.” You’re thinking out loud for the moment, but the words help to expel those negative emotions you’re currently feeling. “When I was finally freed, and I could allow myself to feel again, I was devastated.”

A firefly lands on your knee.

“I was in the dark for over five-hundred days, Daisy.” Your voice cracks. “They took my light, and then they tried to break me.”

You raise your wrists, the weight of the iron chains still heavy on your skin. Faintly, you can just make out the scars that still line your body.

A hand caresses the top of your skull, brushing over your head lightly. The comfort is brief, but welcomed all the same.

“I will never forgive them for what they did.” You voice, somewhat harshly. “Not to you. Not to an innocent human who only wanted to love and live in peace.”

A sob shakes your entire body.

“I deserved it.” You mutter after a moment, nothing more than a whisper on the wind. “Every lash they gave me for five-hundred and two days, I deserved for failing you.”

A rustling from the bush behind you has you whipping your head around, guard high. You didn’t sense anyone sneaking up on you, but then again, your mind hasn’t been in the best state for the past few minutes or so. Luckily, at the familiar aura you feel, your shoulders are instantly relaxing.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Renjun hums as he easily steps over the threshold of the barrier. At seeing your distressed state, worry immediately takes over his features. “Are you okay?”

You clear your throat, wiping at your lingering tears, “I’m fine.”

Renjun purses his lips. He knows as well as you do that you’re lying to him right now, but he doesn’t press.

“Jisung will be home after he’s done his grieving process.” You say, pushing yourself back to your feet in the next moment.

Renjun nods his understanding, blinking a few times as he looks around the clearing. For a brief moment, his eyes linger on one particular rock, a sad smile pulling at his features before he’s looking back at you.

The silence that stretches on between you as you hold his gaze is deafening.

He swallows. “You know it wasn’t your fault-“

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You cut him off, though your voice doesn’t have the same sharpness to it that it usually does.

Pursing his lips, Renjun lets out a small sigh through his nose.

“Alright then,” he replies, watching as you walk closer to him before he’s falling into step beside you. Carefully, he wraps his arm around your lower back, and he swears he sees a flash of gold out of the corner of his eyes. “Let’s get you home before that Hala bites my head off.”

Your brow furrows slightly. “Have they not left yet?”

“The two older ones did,” he replies, helping you step through the bush. “At least they have some etiquette when it comes to other dragon’s grieving.”

“Tell me how you really feel, Junnie,” you manage a small chuckle, sniffling in the next second.

“Those other three ask too many questions, I don’t know how you can put up with them.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know if your two disciples are still at your house, but I know the youngest won’t leave until he sees you return safe and sound.”

The corner of your lips twitch upwards faintly, though you hardly seem to notice the action. However, Renjun does.

“Come on,” he sighs, a knowing smile flashing across his features. "Let’s get you home.”

#yandere ateez #yandere au #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #yandere kpop #yandere hongjoong #yandere san #yandere jongho #yandere yunho #yandere wooyoung #yandere yeosang #yandere mingi #yandere seonghwa #jongho scenario #yunho scenario #san scenario #yeosang scenarios #mingi scenario #wooyoung scenario #hongjoong scenario #seonghwa scenario #kpop au #kpop scenario #dragon au #chubby reader #fantasy au

[astorythatwritesitself]

Re-intro time? Re-intro time

About Me & This Blog:

• Paine. Queer, 30, any pronouns. I follow back from dr-paine!

• Writing for 20+ years in some capacity

• Genre of choice is Fantasy. (High, low, slice of life or ungodly horror, mixed with sci-fi or the most classic Medieval sword and sorcery bullshit, I just need a touch, even if only implied, of magic.) I don't delve much into NSFW but it may come up; in any case: please only follow if you're 18+, and treat this blog with the mindset of 'creator chose not to use archive warnings'.

• I crave interaction, especially via tag/ask games - seriously. I reblog a lot of them. Do Not Hesitate. (And I always try to send an ask if you reblog any from me!)

• Hobbyist writer - I'm not aiming to be published, but I do want to improve my skills and eventually like... 'win a NaNo' in the sense of writing a complete, longform story one of these days. But also having fun is a priority, and ADHD + work is a cruel mistress, so I'll jump between WIPs on a whim, or just. Drop shit for months on end lol.

Vague List of Active Projects

While I have a ton of ideas, these are the ones that actually have like... any sort of substance to them, whether it's actual words or just a solid outline + desire to work on it. Each will eventually get a dedicated links/resource post, but for now, here's the basics!

Relentless As The Tide

(Mass Effect fics (roughly) following canon events/characters)

Adrian Shepard has been primed for heroism her entire life. Her first chance ended in a tragedy, one neither she nor the Alliance has ever properly owned up to. Saren's betrayal and the beacon's vision offer her the chance to atone for her failure at Akuze, and she'll do everything in her power to do so - even (and especially) if it kills her in the process.

Or so she believes - but uncovering the truth means looking for allies, and the more she gathers, the harder it becomes to believe that her death should - or can - be the end; and that perhaps heroism is just a means of distraction from confronting her own demons.

Unnamed Pokemon Project

(Loose follow through/retelling of Pokemon: Soul Silver)

Giovanni Rossi, former leader of the Viridian City pokemon gym, has confessed to heading the infamous Rocket organization, whose poaching and illegal trade has devestated the Kanto ecosystem for the past twenty years. However, he claims it was all for a good cause - just prior to founding Rocket, Giovanni had been part of a team trying to create artificial pokemon... and their most viable subject escaped. Rocket existed for the sake of tracking down and eventually overpowering this creature, but now... well, he wishes those in the Kanto and Johto regions the best of luck.

Following a break in at the New Bark Town lab, an assistant to Professor Elm - a reclusive young man named Linden - tracks down the suspect, only to find it's none other than Silver Rossi, Giovanni's own son. The boy claims he wants to take down the creature his father helped create and clear his own name from the scandal... and Linden has reasons of his own that make him want to see how things play out, even if it means he must shadow Silver's journey by embarking on one of his own.

Unnamed OC Project

(Original fantasy work)

In a world of faded magic, Elora Ryba cares little for talk of soon-to-come saviors or the sightings of dragons. No, she has other things on her mind - return to the town she was forced to leave over ten years ago, and steal its most precious treasure. And, ideally, marry her, as Elora promised that night she was forced to flee.

Which is why Elora's spent the past month searching for a priest corrupt enough to join a pirate's crew, but not corrupt (or worse, moral) enough to turn her in, and she thinks she's finally found one.

#writeblr #writeblr intro #hi i have a lot of emotions over lizards

[ferrocyan]

15 lines of dialogue

Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

15 feels like too few haha! i'm picking these mostly from finished fics, with a couple of wips at the end. feels like i could go on forever otherwise

tagged by @improvised-finish (tysm!!) and tagging @pillowfriendly and @worldoshaking i wanna read more of your wols pls pls pls (*>∀<*)

(duo)

"I've never heard of such a name before! From which fair land do you hail, friend?"

"Coer--" C'astarhte said something and promptly bit her tongue. She covered her mouth, then quickly added, "Pardon. Meant to say... I come from the Exarch's homeland."

---

C'astarhte looked distressed. She glanced around at the rest of the bar, then at Reeq, and whispered intently, "But this worked before... Crystarium people don't ask about the Exarch."

(detour)

"So we've never really fought together, no? When you say we're partners, I'd like it to be earned."

---

"Doesn't need to," Tart shrugged. "What matters is we do it together. No more objections, right? Surely not." She stuck out her tongue at Lue-Reeq, then headed to the stairs.

---

"You know," Tart said, "you're not bad. I don't know much about archery, but your technique is very clean. Efficient, no wasted movement, very well timed. I was amazed how fast you could nock arrows and have shots lined up perfectly. It was nice to fight with you. Good job, Reeq."

(drown)

She just had to kill Andreia. All would be well if she killed Andreia. Remember what she had done to Alisaie, to Alphinaud? Blackguard. Scum. Bitch. Just kill her and get it over with!

(ask of me)

"No," Tart cuts him off. "Don't want to stop, just... want you to stop pretending I'm not here."

"Am I?"

"You're not touching me, not saying anything, not even looking at me! What's with that, Reeq?" she pouts.

---

"Reeq, you like it when complimented and told you're doing a good job. I feel the same. So, not asking for more, you're giving back to me." She smiles, putting her hand on his. "I like you. Always want more of you. If you're having a good time then so am I. Wouldn't know that if you don't tell me, though, so let me hear it, yeah?"

(focus)

"you're scaring me a little, right now."

she smiles. "is that bad?"

"not at all. i quite like it."

"good."

(wurm)

"Say, remember when you asked, would I still love you if you were a worm?"

Reeq snorts. "Why yes, I do! I remember perfectly well," he pinches her cheek lightly, "when you told me that you would feed me to your chocobo."

(peel)

The man is ecstatic, so very amused that he cannot hold his giggles back. His feet kick as he laughs and his tail thumps on the floor, shaking with glee. Unable to wait for Reeq to finish his sentence, he fills in with an exclamation:

"Tart!"

Tart only makes himself laugh harder.

(division)

"ishgard has ways of denying certain people's existnce. mean really, completely erase them, unlike the shite that bishop was spewing about himself. my family no longer exists. how dare he accuse me of not understanding how it feels to be rejected? and how dare you take my prey?"

---

tart holds his focus in his right hand, blade in the left. his tail flicks uneasily. "go easy on me, won't you?"

"what? oh my, i never thought i would hear that from the warrior of light!" aymeric laughs as he readies his own sword.

"i'm ill, you blackguard."

"then maybe you should rest properly."

"hasn't helped. this might, so stay still and let me cast magic at you."

(out to the cold)

"--get it, i get it. zenos wanting me makes me a liability. now that you all have the dragon scales' protection, i am not needed anymore. you--they're setting you up as my replacement. no. no, they can't. won't allow it. can't let that happen. oh--you--you're here to kill me. you can't replace me! i'll kill you first! you're dead, estinien wyrmblood!"

(aphelion)

"not that i want to die, g'raha. just... wish i'd died back there. it wouldn't've been good, but it would've been perfect. my life could've ended perfectly. haven't you felt that way too?"

#tart the wol #don't worry abt that last one i will never write more bc i have no idea how to do it 👍

[novaursa]

The Fall (Part 6)

Targaryen!OC x Karstark!OC and one-sided Targaryen!OC x Daemon Targaryen.

There will be one more chapter after this until the new season of the show comes out. Also, I will probably publish periodically stand-alone chapters that will fill in the parts that were skipped, or mentioned in flashbacks.

Part 1 Intro, Part 1, Part 2 Intro, Part 2, Part 3 Intro, Part 3, Part 4 Intro, Part 4, Part 5 Intro, Part 5, Part 6 Intro, Part 7 Intro, Part 7

The Plot: Six years on, Lord Corlys Velaryon is severely wounded fighting in the Stepstones. His brother, Ser Vaemond, petitions King's Landing to name him Corlys' heir, proclaiming Rhaenyra's son, Lucerys, illegitimate. Rhaenyra and Daenys return to the capital to defend Lucerys' claim.

- Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and other stuff you don’t recognize from the books and the show.

- Warning: This story is rated M. It will contain incest, violence, blood, gore and other mature themes.

-Tags: @xcharlottemikaelsonx @stargaryenx

Don't wanna be sly and defile you Desecrate my mind and rely on you I just wanna break this crown But it's hard when I'm so run down

Six years have passed since Lady Laena’s funeral. Six long and restless years, as Daenys recalls. The body of  ‘Laenor Velaryon’ was also found during their stay there. Face down in the fireplace, burnt beyond recognition. But unbeknownst to many, the man has been set free to escape. Laenor didn’t wish to be a part of court games, which both twins understood; in a way. And Rhaenyra, when she takes the crown will need someone who will not back down from his position. So, Laenor and the twins made a deal – to make him disappear.  

Now, standing in the main hall of Dragonstone, she wished she could be here forever as well. Locked away from everything the outside world has to offer, from her memories, and nightmares. Her lilac orbs grazed the dimly illuminated war room she was in. Around the Painted Table stood Prince Jacaerys and her son Aerys, on the other side Maester Gerardys. The older man was trying his best to teach both boys High Valyrian. An amused expression found its way onto Daenys’ face. She still fondly remembers her own lessons. It was a time when everything was as it should be. And mother was alive. Daenys felt a sudden rush of sadness passing through her body. While such memories were warm, they were also filled with pain that never wavered or passed.

Daenys also wondered what the rest of her children were doing right now. Her two boys were probably off somewhere with their father, while Lyann was attending her own lessons with Septa Suesane. They rarely traveled to Dragonstone with her; Aerys was one that almost always accompanied her. Mother and son would race their dragons all the way from Karhold to Dragonstone and spend a couple of days there as guests. Much to Daemon’s delight. Daenys even managed to hold civil conversations with him from time to time, and Aerys allowed himself to be more familiar with the man as time passed. This time, her husband had an important matter to attend to with the House Umber. Kiran and Rickon wished to accompany him. A day later Daenys and Aerys decided to take their dragons and fly, and here are they now.

"The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jace furrowed his brows.

"Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis." Maester Gerardys continued for the boys to translate.

Jacaerys only exhaled in frustration, "And landed at the Blackwater Rush."

"Dr a not." Maester tried to loosen the wrong translated word for him.

"Dr a not. At the end?"

"The mouth! Ah, come on, Jace, you knew that." Aerys spoke up, encouraging his cousin.

The brown-haired Prince looked over at the other boy and shrugged, "Easy for you to say, you know almost everything."

Aerys made a grimace, his purple eyes amused, "That just because Maester Bodrin would hit me with a book over the head every time I was wrong." His Northern accent was coming out with each word.

"Ah, Maester Bodrin…" Gerardys was reminiscing aloud, "A good man."

Daenys silently observed the exchange between the three still amused as her twin appeared next to her. "Perhaps that's enough for this morning," Rhaenyra said, obviously overhearing the conversation. She had the same smile on her lips as Daenys. Their High Valyrian lessons going through her memories as well.

"No, no. I-I want to keep going." Jace insisted. "Maester?"

"Guesi misenakson Aegon undas."

"Aegon... ordered that the trees should be... killed."

"Felled." Rhaenyra corrected her son. "It is a related word. I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace."

"A king should honor the traditions of his forbears." The boy said in determination. 

"Well... unless you're planning to depose your own mother, you have plenty of time to study." Rhaenyra still held an expression of amusement but was obviously proud of her son.

Just then doors of the war room opened.  Daemon entered and looked over at the twins. Rhaenyra nodded and turned towards the boys and Maester, "Leave us."

When the room was empty except for the sisters and their uncle, Rhaenyra spoke up again, "He means to call into question Luke's legitimacy. And by extension Jace, and by extension my own claim to the throne." She started speaking with Daenys by her side.

"Vaemond cares only about Driftmark and the Velaryon line. Not about our politics." Daemon said.

"Has he made common cause with Otto High tower yet?" Daenys asked.

"Hm, this is what I fear. Rhaenys has flown to court. Surely, she cannot be planning to back him." Daemon looked over at her, trying to catch her gaze for only but a second. Daenys indulged him this time. She knew his games very well; sometimes she was bored of playing them, so she just loses on purpose.

"No. Whatever disagreements we may have had, she's not cruel... or stupid enough to do that." Rhaenyra answered and saved her twin.

"Disagreements?" Daemon raised a silver eyebrow, but not breaking eye contact with Daenys.

"She believes Rhaenyra and I had her son killed, and you for that matter." She humored him again.

"Yes," he drawled. "And yet, she’s taken Baela to ward." Finally, he turned to Rhaenyra, leaving Daenys to let out a quiet sigh of relief she didn’t even know she held.

"Yes. It is Laena's memory she honors. She has no love for us." The older twin cleared out with a heavy note in her tone.

"Has the vipers' venom spread so far?" Daemon asked her, a shadow falling over his face.

"Those vipers rule in our father’s name. And our father…" Rhaenyra fell silent, turning her head towards her twin. Searching for comfort in her sibling. Daenys’ eyes soften after seeing her sister breaking internally. How she didn’t envy the burden Rhea carried. She took her sister’s hands in hers, trying to comfort her. "What choice do I have?"

"We fight." Daenys simply answered.

"To King’s Landing, then."

And you're so cynical Narcissistic cannibal Got to bring myself back from the dead

Sometimes, I hate the life I made Everything is wrong every time Pushing on, I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time Holding on, I'm lost in the haze Fighting life 'til the end of my days

This was not her home. The Red Keep was rearranged in Alicent’s newfound passion for religion. Old Targaryen sigils, artwork, and stonework were replaced by symbols of the Seven. The Queen had the decency to leave her old chambers as they were. Daenys took that as an insult, more than a sign of affection. The younger twin was ashamed to admit that she on rare occasions would visit Kings Landing. Haven’t seen her father in years, she expected him to be in bad condition, but this was… This was so much more than bad.

As the King was bedridden, they ask almost immediately to see him. And beyond the curtains that shielded the bed, the first that approached him were Rhaenyra and her sons. Few minutes after Daenys and Aerys approached, with Daemon trailing behind them.

She wasn’t prepared for what she saw. It was like her father’s body was long dead, but his body refused to give up. When Daenys spoke to him, it was like she was speaking with a ghost. It was far beyond clear how Alicent and Otto managed to rearrange everything to suit their agendas. The King was a walking corpse, that was being eaten alive.

"He looks like a different person," Daenys said once they were escorted into another waiting room. Children were off somewhere, while the adults were held back by ‘courtesies’.

Rhaenyra saw that her sister stayed in pure shock since they left King’s chambers, so, she tried talking with her more to calm her down.

"I believe we should also consult Maester Gerardys. Perhaps if he could see the King, he'd suggest a different-"

The Queen suddenly walked in, cutting Rhaenyra off. Daenys’ gentle face turned into an ugly scoff when a woman in green came into her view.

"Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Daenys." Alicent said curtly looking at the twins before she turned her attention to the man staring daggers at her from the other corner of the room. He gave her a mocking ‘hm’ when she addressed him, but cared to do little else. "And Prince Daemon. It has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence."

"Indeed, Your Grace. Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival." Rhaenyra threw a jab at her. Daenys joined her twin to bark at the Queen, "I’m sure the Queen had pressing business, sister. What can either of us know of ruling a kingdom?"

"I do not rule, as you well know." Alicent was offended. Daenys could tell as the Queen’s left hand turned into a fist and burrowed her nails in her small palm. "My father and I are mere stewards of the King's will and wisdom." She explained herself – and failed.

"And how exactly is that wisdom expressed... hm? In blinks and wheezes?" Daemon scoffed. "I'd be surprised if he could remember his own name. Or if you could."

"King Viserys's condition has worsened since you saw him last." Alicent defended her actions, and Daenys felt another painful pang of guilt going through her bones. Alicent’s right, she admitted internally. We bothered not to see him because of our own selfish whims. The Queen continued, seeing that she strike a nerve with the younger sister. "It subjects him to considerable pain. On the advice of the Maesters-"

Daemon, however, didn’t allow Alicent to bask in her small victory over Daenys, "Ah, the Maesters. Of course. It is they who keep him addled on the milk of the poppy while the Hightowers warm his throne."

Frowning, Alicent now tried to reason solely with Rhaenyra, "If you would see him without it, almost blind with suffering."

"Oh, Alicent, I have no doubt it was an act of the purest mercy, but tell me, for the King's suffering, did the Maesters also prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?" Rhaenyra asked.

The Queen swallowed, The emblems of the Seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path. To remind us of a higher authority."

"And on the morrow, which authority will sit in judgment of my son's claim on his own inheritance?"

"That would be mine, and the Hand's." Daenys laughed at her answer, Alicent squeezed her hand drawing blood once more. "But be assured, the Father is just and commands me to forget the accusations you have hurled in this room today."

Don't wanna be rude, but I have to Nothing's good about the Hell you've put me through I just need to look around See the life that has come unbound

The proceeding in the Throne Room was a joke. Her family was on one side, Lord Vaemond on the other. Princess Rhaenys stood behind him in the shadows that were cast onto her. Behind them all noble Ladies and Lords of the court, and before them the Queen and Otto Hightower. Is this a spectacle to them? Daenys clenched her jaw. To make a show of prearranged scene.

To her endless annoyance, Otto started to speak, "Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon." He called for a man to step forward.

Vaemond did so, he curtsied briefly before speaking, "My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins."

"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." Rhaenyra couldn’t stay silent anymore, so she spoke up. Daenys next to her shuffled, then pulled Aerys a little closer to her when her twin continued. "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition."

"You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra." Otto warned. "Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."

Said Ser turned his attention towards Rhaenyra, his face gave up nothing but scorn, "What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Vaemond then turned back to face Alicent and her father. "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor... the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides."

Otto politely nodded when the man closed his presentation, "Thank you, Ser Vaemond. Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon."

"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very-"

Clank! Clank!

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." The Kingsguard’s voice echoed loudly when large doors of the Throne Room were opened in a hurry.

By the Gods! Daenys’ breath hitched in her throat. He came for her. He came for Rhaenyra.

And you're so cynical Narcissistic cannibal Got to bring myself back from the dead

Lucerys Velaryon will inherit the Driftmark, he and his younger brother would marry Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena.

After King Viserys came, Ser Vaemond didn’t stand a chance. He tried to defend his rights and hurled insults toward both Rhaenyra and Daenys. Towards Aerys, even. In the blink of an eye he was cut down by Daemon and the Dark Sister he wielded. The bloody affair was concluded, and the dinner had no better merit in it that followed after.

It was like everyone was sitting on needles. Rhaenyra and Alicent started at each other awkwardly across the table, Daenys was doing her best to conceal the headache she was carrying. They all were trying to at least pretend to get along for the sake of the King, who was just happy to finally have all his family around him. The charade continued until the King retired into his chambers. It was Aemond that started it. It was a toast – that was masked as an insult. His brother Aegon jeered in amusement, while Rhaenyra’s and Daenys’ boys didn’t take it well. Poor Helena run away behind her mother the Queen, while Baela and Rhaena stood their ground with Luke and Jace. Aerys took out his blade along with his cousins, only to be stopped by his father. Daemon scurried him off and shot Aemond a look of warning.

After that dinner was finally settled. They were to leave for Dragonstone immediately. Daenys refused, asking to stay for a day or two more here with her father. And Rhaenyra promised to come back on dragonback as well, once the children were safely returned to Dragonstone. Daenys said nothing to the intimate exchange she shared with Alicent. Perhaps her twin has more fond memories and warmth in her heart to forgive their former friend; Daenys have none.

She retired to her chambers once she said farewells to Rhaenyra. Her son, Aerys also wished to stay behind with her. This was no surprise for Daenys, the boy was her shadow since he knew how to walk.

The Princess was looking from her terrace as the sun started to set. She held a cup of wine to her pink lips and took a sip. She noticed how strangely colored the sky tonight will be. Like a bad omen. Daenys didn’t dare to assume anything, but such notions only too often come true for her. The air around her changed and the harsh breeze brought cold into her bones and bare shoulders. She shivered before retrieving into the warm embrace of her room. Her hair was still matted and wild from riding Silixia; she took her for a ride after her sister left, just to clear her head after everything that happened. Her white dress was unruly and she could hear her mother’s voice in her head, scolding her. Telling her she looks like a wildling, not a princess. It doesn’t matter anymore. Daenys sadly thought. With one final sip to finish her wine, she heard a subtle rustle coming from the corner of her room, and she let out a chuckle. "I figured you wouldn’t leave with the others."

Daemon remained silent for a moment, contemplating what else he could say that would make her listen to him. He tapped with his long fingers on the wooden arms of the chair he was sitting in, trying still to find his words. Daenys forestall his resolve and spoke again, "Oh, come now. You lost your words, uncle? There has to be a reason you came here, and evaded my guards." Her lilac orbs saw right through him. "So, what is it?"

"No reason," He spoke up finally. "Just came to say goodbye."

Daenys wrinkled her nose and scoffed. Daemon stood up and brought up his arms in a defensive manner, "I also came because I was worried. You appear severely distraught ever since we came here."

"Because I am."

"You shouldn’t stay here alone. Nor the boy. Fly with me to the Dragonstone."

"I want to stay. I need to stay; to at least spend a few more moments with father." She finished, giving clear peace of mind that she would not change her decision. With two long strides, he was next to her, at least, as close as she would allow it. Daemon starched out his hand to pick up a strand of her hair. He twirled it around his fingers playfully, Daenys didn’t budge. She gave him one of her deep stares, which in turn always made him talk.

"There is no one to comfort you here." Daemon pressed, letting go of her silver lock.

And there it is again. "Only comfort I need is from my husband. Otherwise, I’ll survive." She stood her ground as always when he leaned in closer.

"Your husband isn’t here."

She laughed like he told her some great joke, "Farewell, uncle." Daenys walked passed him to reach for the goblet to fill her empty cup with more wine.

She felt him standing there a few more minutes in silence like he was contemplating what to do. For a moment she felt vulnerable. Like he would tear flesh from her bones just by looking at her. Daenys let out a sigh, tired of this game, "You can lea-"

A strong grip on her arm made her spin around forcefully. Her lips were captured in a burning kiss. Daenys gasped in shock dropping her cup. Red wine fell onto the floor, and part of it spilled onto her dress. She placed her arms between them, on his chest, trying to push him off. But she couldn’t match his strength. Time passed slowly and Daenys felt defeated. Like there was nothing she could do, only to blackout. But then, he let her go.

As Daemon broke the kiss he pushed her roughly away, running towards her chamber doors. He was gone just like he appeared.

Daenys was left standing in the middle of the room still in shock. She could feel a tear running down her cheek and forming a bruise over her lips.

She would find no sleep tonight.

Sometimes, I hate the life I made Everything is wrong every time Pushing on, I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking its sweet time

In the morning loud noises could be heard all over the castle. Daenys managed to cache a few hours of sleep, but even they were filled with the nightmarish hell she is pledged to every night. She stood up from her bed, still in the mess she was in last night. The first thing she noticed was that hour was late, and no servant was there to wake her up.

Feeling a strange sense of dread, she rushed towards the doors trying to push them open. But they didn’t move. They locked me in. Daenys bristled feeling like a caged animal. I swear to Gods if they hurt my boy- She wanted to scream, but the sad truth was, that nobody would care to hear her.

After some time the doors started to rustle, and the princess stood up from her chair alarmed, ready to strike whoever came through. She had times to plot revenge if nothing else while she was locked away in her room. Griping the candle holder in her hand, she stayed silent waiting for whoever dared to enter.

But, before she could react or even comprehend what happened, the doors were opened and Aerys was pushed inside. The boy stumbled from the force of the show and the loud clink was heard again, sealing the mother and the son once more.

Daenys dropped the candle holder and rushed to Aerys. She franticly scanned all over him, trying to find any signs that he was hurt.

"I am unharmed, mother." Daenys breathed out a sigh of relief once Aerys spoke. She hugged in a tight embrace. But the boy spoke once more, and her whole world came crashing down on her.

"The King is dead."

She let him go, and all color paled from her face. Perhaps she heard him wrong, but deep in her core, she knew that it was true. Her father was gone, freed from his misery, and she was a prisoner along with her son. Daenys would cry for him, but not now. They had to get out. There was a hidden passageway hidden behind her tapestry.

But the door started to unlock again, with a more gentle touch.  The Queen stepped in, followed by members of Kingsguard. One of them was Ser Criston Cole, who wore a nasty smug plastered across his handsome face. Daenys noted this, so she once may rip it off his Dornish face.

Alicent was scrutinizing Daenys’ for a while, and then made a grimace, "You look like shit."

Daenys would find such words amusing if they were not in the situation they were in. She did indeed look like ‘shit’. She was still a mess from the night before and was probably stinking of Arbor Red wine and dragonback. The silver-haired princess remained silent, as did Aerys who was currently staring down Ser Cole. Alicent then cleared her throat, "I’ve come to make a proposition to you."

Daenys clicked her tongue but said nothing in response. The Queen took this as a sign to continue, "I was with your father, before he…" she trailed off, but quickly strengthened her shoulders. "His last wish was for Aegon to take the crown."

Laughter. Pure broke laughter came from the princess. "You expect me to believe you?! My father would never say such a thing. Not even you can believe in yourself. Aegon is a cunt, unfit to rule beyond his bed."

She could hear that swords started to get unsheathed at her statement. Alicent told the knights to exit the room, however. Reluctantly they did so. Once they were out, the Queen turned towards mother and her son. "Nothing of this is necessary. We can stop this and any future wars that may come. You have a daughter, when she’s old enough, she and Aemond can marry. We can make an alliance that could solve all conflicts that are to come."

Daenys looked at Alicent, like she was crazy. Her former friend seemed sincere, but she was stupid. "You think I would betray my twin like that? You think I would give you my little girl, my only girl? You truly lost a shred of common sense over the years, and even have the gall to imprison me with my son."

Alicent let out a disappointed sigh, "If you change your mind, call for me." That was all she said before leaving the chambers. Daenys’ sudden voice made her pause at the entrance.

"Whatever happens, no matter what they tell you - don't let them free me. Because if you do; I will come after you."

Clicking sounds of locking doors could be heard again and she was gone.

Daenys quickly turned to Aerys once the footsteps were echoing far away in the hallway. "We need to leave," she said, pulling him towards the tapestry. But the boy immediately stopped her, "Mother, wait! Can you hear that? It’s like something is moving inside the walls."

She didn’t understand at first, but then she heard it too. Subtle noises were coming from the hidden passageway, if one didn’t know any better one would assume it to be rats. But this rat was a grown man, dressed in black and holding a dagger.

The assassin emerged from behind the tapestry with a grace only a killer could muster. He was hooded, but his eyes shone like the deepest abyss. Daenys pushed Aerys behind her as the man approached them in silence. A hundred thoughts went through her head. Did Alicent send this man because her answer was unsatisfactory? Did Otto? Perhaps someone else. I suppose it doesn’t matter now.

Daenys continued to shield her son as the man slowly approached them. It happened fast, the assassin leaped at them. Mother and son stumbled and both fell down on the hard stone floor. Princess let out a yelp in pain from the impact. She saw a flash of the dagger as it pierce Aerys’ arm, slashing him from the forearm to palm.

The hooded man once more prepared himself for the attack, and Daenys pushed herself up ramming herself at him. Her pale hands were grabbing his throat, squeezing with all her might and crushing his windpipe.

Sharp pain appeared on her right side, just below her ribs. But she did not let go. Not even when she felt warm, thick liquid running down her side. Aerys yelled behind her – she still didn’t let go. Everything was in a slow haze as she crushed the man’s neck, her lilac orbs staring into his soul through the green. Until the sharp tip of the steel came right through his neck. Only then, she dared to let go.

Assassin's dead body hit the floor, and now before her were standing Ser Erryk and Princess Rhaenys. She didn’t even hear them when they entered. Aerys was clutching his wounded arm, looking at her with pure horror on his face. The same one the knight and her cousin had. "Princess, you are bleeding." Ser Erryk’s said with alarm.

Daenys, still dazed looked down where she felt the assassin’s dagger go. Below her ribs were large red stains, that when all the way down to her feet. Then, she felt the most excruciating pain as she tried to take her breath. Swallowing the bile that rose to her mouth, she took the ends of her dress and ripped two large pieces. She took one and pressed it into her wound, and proceeded to warp the other around Aerys’ wounded arm. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" She asked him.

"No," He answered looking at his mother with eyes full of worry.

She dismissed him with a wave of the hand once she was done with his wound, "Don’t worry about me." Daenys then turned towards the knight and Rhaenys, who both could see right through her lie. "I suppose we should leave. You came to free us Ser Erryk, yes? You also have my eternal gratitude for saving our lives."

…

Aegon II would be crowned as king and citizens of King’s Landing were herded into the Dragonpit to witness his coronation. No one was paying attention to the four of them, as they push through themselves clocked between the mass of people.

Daenys felt her strength deteriorating, as she now struggles to keep up with others. She felt her blood running down her leg once more, as the torn fabric of her dress she was pushing into her wound had no effect anymore. Aerys noticed and stopped, giving her a frightened look when he saw a trail of blood that was left behind his mother.

"Everything is alright. Keep moving." She said, when the group stopped she turned to Ser Erryk."Where are we?"

"Just south of King’s Way. The Blackwater’s this way. " The knight answered pointing in the direction they were headed.

"I won’t leave Meleys." Rhaenys stated, gazing over at the Dragonpit. "If I could get to the Dragonpit, then-"

"No." Ser Erryk cut her off. "They'll expect you there, Princess. You won't get past the gates. Now come. You must make for the riverfront and find a ship. Before they know you've gone." The knight continued onward clearing the way for them.

Daenys saw her cousin looking over towards the hill, where her dragon was efficiently trapped. She knew her intentions, so she spoke up, "Princess Rhaenys, our dragons are not in the Dragonpit." The older woman turned towards her, raising an eyebrow. "Please, once you get Meleys, escort my son and Merothrax back to Dragonstone. I have the promise to keep."

Rhaenys was silent, and Daenys feared that she would reject her. But then her eyes soften as she watched the bleeding woman that was holding onto her son, "Very well." She turned towards Aerys before disappearing into the crowd, "Meet me in the skies above the Red Keep."

"I am not leaving you!" Aerys yelled at her with tear-filled eyes.

"Listen to me," Daenys grabbed his shoulder. "We will go to our dragons. After that, you will fly with Rhaenys to Dragonstone. You will not look back, nor come after me. Swear to me!"

Silence.

"Swear to me!" She shook him again.

"I swear…" Aerys’ vow sounded like all birds in the world have stopped singing.

"Good," Daenys breathed out. "Now let’s leave this city."

Sometimes, I hate the life I made Everything is wrong this time Pushing on, I can't escape Everything that comes my way Is haunting me, taking... Holding on, I'm lost in the haze Fighting life 'til the end of my days

Silixia and Merothrax were waiting for them already outside of the city, sensing their riders’ distress; dragons could be heard screeching long before they could be seen.

They were restless and angry. Silixia let out a painful roar once Daenys was close enough. Thank the Gods they refused to settle in Dragonpit upon our arrival. She said to herself when her hands stroked brass scales in an effort to calm her dragon down.

It was true. Silixia and Merothrax refused to listen to Dragonkeepers, defying their commands. Silixia even tried to take one keeper’s head off. The man was lucky enough to be knocked down by the wind of her wings, so her massive maws missed his head. Eventually, they flew off, keeping themselves far from the city. Freedom, it seems, can never again be given for shackles. Daenys felt her strength sinking further, she lifted her head to look upon her saddle that sit high up on Silixia’s back, and first, in her life she wonder if she could make that climb.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around one last time putting on her brave face for her son. "Aerys," she spoke to the boy that was standing next to her. Clinging to her, still refusing to let go. Fearing if he let go of his mother, she would fall down. Daenys cupped his face in her hands lovingly, "Go, my son. And never look back. I love you, my sweet boy." She placed a kiss on his forehead, her lips were stone cold upon his warm skin. "Go!" She nudges him one last time before the boy gives up.

She watched him as he climbed upon his dragon, as the deep silver best itself was in conflict on what to do. Aerys commanded Merothrax to fly. The dragon didn’t budge. The second time boy let out a terrifying yell, that sounded like a cry. Tears were filling his vision, and his voice graveled in his throat. Just then did the dragon buckle and bat his wings.

Daenys watched as the smaller dragon continued to disappear in the distance, no longer she could see his black markings.

Just then she allowed herself to fall to her knees and let out a scream. She could feel the heat radiating from Silixia, while her own body gave out its warmth long before they reached the city gates.

She took one more deep breath as her hand found the saddle straps that were tightened around the dragon. With all the strength that was left in her, Daenys pulled herself onto her feet. When she started to climb, Silixia tilted herself to the side, trying to help her rider. Dragon even pushed the princess with her long leathery wing up, to help her grasp the saddle.

Once Daenys was finally on top of her dragon. She felt burning pain running down her palms and legs that were exposed because of the dress. There were cuts all over her hands and legs marrying her skin; the dragon scales sliced her as she ascended onto Silixia.

Daenys ignored one more source of pain and commanded weakly her dragon to take off. Once they were in the sky, the princess felt that her stab wound started to hurt less. Her eyes started to feel heavy. Bond with her dragon has been keeping her alive. But even blood magic has its limits. Her thoughts were drifting off to her husband, and children she left in the North. Chilling terror run through her bones, once she realized that she will never see them again. In that shaken-up daze, she laughed weakly. If I only listened to Daemon… Oh, the irony.

Clutching the saddle with all the might that was left in her as Silixia started to accelerate her flying, only one last thought left her mind. Oldtown. Fly us to Oldtown.

#the fall #fanfic #oc #house of the dragons #house of the dragon #house targaryen #house hightower #the dance of the dragons #hotd #game of thrones #got #romance #dark #daemon targaryen #daemon targeryen x reader #rheanyra targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #house valeryon #meleys #dragons #dragon #house of dragons #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #viserys targaryen

[corvid-lullaby]

Just so my followers are up to speed:

Yes I'm going through a rehaul for Shiki. It'll mostly be done when I'm finished making his fandom inserts hence the silence on news in that regard. I also need to finish making graphics and what not too, but it'll come.

I'm not dropping Nishiki or the Yakuza / Like a Dragon verse. 💞 Shiki is a very old OC of mine and I just figured I should set up his Tumblr to be generally friendly to multiple fandoms and to the different fandom verses he's in.

Even if character info is no longer linked people are still free to send me asks and what not if they feel comfortable to. I know the lack of character makes that very daunting, but if you know Shiki and one of his verses you are very welcome to it.

I am no longer tagging for now unless it's to label partners or just nonsense notes. I'll start tagging and re-tagging past post once I get tag names and verses sorted out.

Anyway I hope everyone takes care, and I can't thank the people that still follow me enough for sticking around. 💖

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Strange Things Can Happen

OC x OC, Fluff, Light Angst, Self-Doubt, Character Study

Summary: Juliana comes to understand how little she knows about the world and her companion. Turns out, it's not always a bad thing.

Tagging: @flapjacques, @ghostface001, @arcanerazil, and @everything-intertwined (Let me know if you don’t want to be tagged in the future. Totally understandable if you don’t)

For reference

A/N: I'm sorry, this really is all by brain can focus on. Please indulge me a little while longer.

Word count: 1.8K

Juliana took a careful sip of her drink as she watched Finn make his rounds about the room. 

He had finished his set and as per usual took the time to scrounge any extra coin he could from the patrons.  This took the form of charming smiles, flirtatious winks and occasionally lending an ear to anybody who cared to bend it. He was currently engaged in the latter, listening intently to an older man while occasionally scribbling something down in his journal. 

In these moments she couldn’t help but admire him. There was no performance when he wrote. Every glance and laugh was genuine as his face lit up with inspiration. It was endearing. 

The two men seemed to be finishing their conversation, the older shaking hands with the younger, parting with words she couldn’t make out.  

“Productive day?” she asked, as Finn finally made his way to their table. 

He met her with a grin. “I’d say so.” He nodded back to the bar. “Apparently he was stationed all the way to the Isles of Remora during the war. He swears up and down he spent an afternoon with a dragon after getting separated from his battalion. The way he tells it, the dragon was the perfect host, just wanted some company.”

She suppressed a smile of her own. She had been asking about the money. Of course, he was thinking about the stories.

“Should I leave you two alone then?” she asked, glancing down at the journal.  

“Jealous?” 

She gave a short laugh. “Hardly. I just hate to be a third wheel.”

“Not to worry my lady, I’m all yours for the remainder of the evening.” He then slid in beside her, tucking the journal away as he did. 

She slid over his drink in turn, each of them taking a swig as she allowed her eyes to wander the tiny inn. 

Snow drifted down past the windows, illuminated by the firelight within.  They were deep in the mountains now, slowly making their way towards Ak’Linas for no reason other than that neither of them had seen it before. 

They had decided to travel by foot rather than by airship. She had to admit there was no other way to truly appreciate the stark beauty of the East; however, the novelty of snow had run its course. She was more than grateful to have a warm room for the night with a proper bed and blankets. With any luck Finn had made enough for them to find another tomorrow.

She turned her gaze towards him, only to find him staring off into space. It was a familiar expression. No doubt the man’s story had sparked the beginnings of some new creation. 

“If you do need some time alone, I really don’t mind,” she offered. 

He blinked back to present, his dark eyes creasing in an appreciative smile. 

“Just organizing my thoughts,” he assured. 

“You think he was telling the truth?”

He considered a moment before shrugging. “No way to know for certain, but stranger things have happened. Speaking for myself, I’d like to think we live in a world where it did.”

She couldn’t bring herself to argue. Finn had shared with her a number of stories he had gathered over the years. Pages upon pages describing awe inspiring bravery and mundane serenity while never shying away from the horrors of the world. It was enough to make one believe in the gods and despise in the course of a paragraph. Despite this, he always found a way to find something hopeful to hold onto. In his world, at least, a friendly dragon could easily find a home. 

​“Do all soldiers carry such tall tales?” she asked.

“Most of them,” he admitted. “Growing up, the sailor’s quarter was full of men drafted into the King’s war. Those who came back had to find a way to understand what happened to them. Telling stories was part of it.”

She didn’t have anything to say to that. Maybe it was different for foot soldiers. Her own father rarely spoke of the war. Even her uncle kept a tight lip about those years. Of course, neither of them spoke to her about anything truly important. 

“Is that how you started writing?” she asked, instead. 

“More or less. Seemed wrong that only some court-hired historian got to dictate the nobles’ victories. It’s not like they were actually there.”

Her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a hard line.  “Plenty of lords served on the battlefields, not to mention the king.” 

​He scoffed. “Maybe a few, but just as many were ready to sit back and point soldiers to where they wanted something killed. Who’s going to argue with a lord over credit when you’re just thankful to have all your limbs at the end of it.”

​She wanted to argue but felt herself come up short. She didn’t exactly have authority on the matter. What she learned about the war, she learned from her father and other lords who served under him; all exactly the type of people who would be willing to diminish the effort of their troops to uplift their own importance.

​She must have been silent for a long time, as Finn gave an awkward cough.

​“Sorry,” he said. “I sometimes forget who I’m talking to.”

​She shook her head. “All the more reason to tell me. I think I’m starting to understand how little I actually know.”

​A smile touched his lips. “That’s not a bad thing.”

​She couldn’t explain it, but something in his look made her feel just a little bit taller.  A warmth came into her cheeks, and she averted her gaze to her cup in hopes he wouldn’t notice.

​“So, I take it you had someone in the war,” she asked, deciding to change the subject. 

“My father,” he confirmed. “Second gunman Simon Greenwood of The Carotta.”

There was a pride in his voice that couldn’t help but make her smile. 

“Where is he now?” 

​“Back home, the Kingdom. Some old mates of his pooled their money together after the war and started a shipping company. My mum helps where she can, same with my sister and her husband.”

​“You have a sister?” she asked, but wasn’t completely surprised. It felt only natural.

​“Two,” he clarified. “Lyra is the oldest. Like I said, married, deliriously in love and has three beautiful children as a result.”

Her smile only widened at this new information. It was easy to picture him gathering a small brood in front of him, making them gasp and laugh and he told tales of his travels. 

​“Why do I have a feeling you’re their favorite uncle?” she said.  

​“Well on their mother’s side. It’s a stiff competition.”

She laughed, shaking her head. ​“And the other?”

​“Syble, second oldest,” he answered. “She’s in Tremora studying at the mage’s college. Knowing her she’ll be running the place within the year.”

​“And that makes you the baby?”

​“And the family's disappointment.” 

She frowned. He said it as a joke, but no laughter came to his eyes. Their usual spark dimmed in a way much too familiar to herself. 

​“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.

He glanced at her in surprise, but recovered quickly. 

​“Well, maybe disappointment is a strong word,” he allowed. “More like my father is still waiting for me to settle down and get a real job.”

​“You have a real job,” she defended. “All that scribbling isn’t for nothing.”

​“It’s not exactly going to get me a home in the Enclave is it?”

Her frown only depended. None of this felt natural coming out of his mouth. She hated to think how many times he had to listen to his father or others repeat those words to him. It was enough to make her want to march back to the Kingdom and knock heads together.

“Would you even want a home in the Enclave?”

He waved her off. “That’s not the point.”

“It’s the entire point!” she snapped. “If that’s what you actually wanted, you’d be in a clerk’s office somewhere or working to become an officer or any number of things. Instead, you’re here because you want to be. Because you’d be miserable doing anything else.”

​His brows creased; his expression unreadable as he stared. He then turned his eyes to his cup, his fingers drumming the rim as if to distract himself.

“Maybe,” he murmured. 

This wasn’t right. Minutes ago he was practically glowing with the love of his craft. She hadn’t met anyone with so clear a purpose in her life. It hadn’t even occurred to her that he could doubt himself.

​“Look,” she said, gently. “I don’t say this often because I didn’t think you needed the ego boost, but you have a gift. You’re an insightful writer and an inspired musician. And maybe those skills aren’t valued the way they should be, but that doesn’t diminish them. I can’t speak for your family, but from my own experience, I can’t imagine you disappointing anyone.” 

Finn remained silent for a long time, his dark eyes peering into her as if waiting for the punchline. He could keep waiting. She meant every word.  

​He let out something between a breath and a laugh. “I think that might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

​“Just speaking the truth,” she said, plainly. 

A wide smile spread across his face. ​“Oh I like this.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “What else is true about me?”

​She rolled her eyes. “You can be a real horse’s ass sometimes.”

​“Clearly. What else?”

​“You’re an idiot.”

​He hummed in agreement.

​“Not to mention impulsive.”

​“I prefer the word adventurous. It’s more romantic,” he amended. 

​“You should have died over a dozen times since I’ve met you.”

​“I’m lucky.” He shrugged.

​“And now you’re making me regret saying anything.”

​“Oh now, don’t say that,” he teased. “I can tell you what’s true about you.”

 “I’ll pass.”

​“Really?” he said, as he leaned in closer. “Because I would tell you…you’re a fighter.”

​She rolled her eyes.

​“Bit hot headed.”

​She thought on it for a moment before conceding with a tilt of her head.  

​“Stubborn.”

That earned him a glare.

“Beautiful.”

“Okay, now you’re just trying to be funny.”

“Me?” he said, clutching his chest in offense.

She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Damn him. 

He knew he caught her, grinning as he moved those last few inches so there was just a breath between them. 

 “I’ll tell you one more thing I know to be absolutely true,” he said. 

“And what’s that?”

“You’ve never disappointed me either.”

She couldn’t think of a single thing to say. There was no question in her mind; he meant it. Every word. 

He raised his glass then. She joined him in a silent toast, making a promise to herself and to him. 

She wasn’t perfect. She wouldn’t even say she was good, but, in his world, she could be. It was enough to make her want to try. After all, stranger things had happened.

#d&d #dnd #original character #juliana dawnborn #finn greenwood #oc x oc #d&d character #dnd character #d&d oc #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #dungeons and dragons oc

[eveandtheturtles]

All 4-1 Challenge Summer Surprise Part 3

Summary: The turtles continue the vacationing, Leo finally relaxes but Donnie and Kara have their own evil plans. Part 1, Part 2

Ships: Turtles (+Jennika) x OCs

A/N: The name Sprinkles is borrowed from And, Love fic by @madammuffins You totally should check out their Love series for TMNT. Also two parts in 1 day! eyyy.

Tagging: @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @sharpwindow @pheradream-15 @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @tinkabelle19

“What time zone are you in?” Splinter's voice on the other end of the line made Leo smile a little.

"The same as you are, dad, we're just further south," he explained. "Is everything okay on your end? Verne's coming to visit you? Are you taking your medicine?"

"Yes, yes, stop worrying, Leonardo, you're on holidays!" Splinter scolded him gently, amused. You'd wonder who at this point was the son and who the father. "Enjoy yourself my son."

"Oh, he is Master Splinter!" Amelia leaned in over Leo, interrupting the call. "We're all hard at work to make sure he does!"

"And for that I'm grateful my child!" Splinter replied with laughter.

It was day 3 of their island adventure. Everyone managed to kepp Leo away from the phone for one and a half of a day, not counting the day of the arrival in their attempts.

It was the late morning at the beach. Jennika, Raph and Mikey were swim racing. Cheryl, Mirka and Amelia were lounging on the towels, catching some sun while Kara and Donnie were engineering some sort of sand fortress. Peter and Sprinkles were cheering for the racers.

Leo smiled, feeling the rays of the sun warm his skin up. This... this was so nice. He stretched and laid down next to Amelia. She looked at him warmly and scatched his head. Maybe he really did deserve to rest?

--88--

<I think we are about 89% done.> Kara admired her and Donnie's creation. <How's our water access?>

<The water pump needs small tweaking but it should be good to go either way,> Donnie said.

The duo grinned and picked up from the fortress' floor two SuperSoakers. Slightly modified by the genius couple.

--88--

Mikey lost his interest in the race quite quickly. He was too distracted by the colourful coral reef below the surface of the ocean. He left behind Jennika and Raph.

Nothing like this in the sewers of New York. He watched a manta ray majestically swim by. A sea turtle was eating some crab. There were so many colourful fish and other critters. Mikey was just enchanted by it all. He wanted to stay there forever.

--88--

"I totally won!" Raph snorted the sea water, trying to push it out of his nose.

Jennika shoved him. "Bull! Guys! It had to be me!" She looked at both Peter and Sprinkles.

"Sorry, Raph, Jenni won," Peter confirmed.

"HA!" Jennika stuck her tongue at Raph then laughed and ran to Cheryl. "Cherrybomb! I won!"

"That's great hu- NO! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU'RE COLD AND WE-" Rest of the sentence was dissolved in shrieks and manical laughter.

Raph huffed and glared after the female turtle. He'll win next time.

"Where's Mikey?" Sprinkles frowned and looked around.

Peter looked around. "I can't see him."

"He threw in the race after third lap!" Raph called back, unbothered. "Mirka! cheer me up!" He opened up his arms approaching the sunbathing group.

Cheryl was still trying to fight off her girlfriend. Mirka looked up. Seeing their boyfriend approach with similar intent as Jenni, they got up and started backing away.

"No! Stay back, you FUAAAAA!!" They got grabbed in a bear hug and picked up in the air.

Leo's eye cracked open. "Are they dying?"

"Nope," Amelia replied, glad she wasn't involved in the shenanigans of the two bruisers.

"A'igh." Leo's eye closed.

Suddenly Donnie's voice boomed across the beach.

"Attention vacationers!"

He and Kara were standing on top of their structure, which they have been building for the past two days. Both had SuperSoakers in their hands, posing like in an action film.

"There are weapons hidden across this beach! May the best win!" He finished on sinister note.

"What the f-" Raph started then a sharp stream of see water hit him straight in the mouth.

Everyone, except Leo, scrambled for cover.

"The fuck you mean there are weapon?" Amelia started searching sand with her hands.

Jennika eyed a particularly odd shaped rock and lifted it up. Under it she found a cache of water filled balloons and a couple of water pistols. "I guess this." She grinned sinisterly grabbing a ballon.

Amelia and Jennika exchanged looks. "Oh, it's on."

The beach turned in a full blown battle, with random alliences forming and dissolving. But everyone (minus Leo and Mikey) came together to take down the Fortress. It was a tough and historical battle as Donnie and Kara prepared traps for the brave souls willing to storm their stronghold.

The fight has been fierce but the two overlords have been finally defeated by the people.

Cheers and laughter has erupted as the Beach Water Battle of 2023 has concluded.

<So this leaves only one thing,> Kara signed after tossing her weapon aside.

Everyone looked at her in high spirit, wondering what else there was. Slowly, she pointed to Leo who was still basking peacefully despite the chaos that had happened around him. Everyone grinned.

Leo was woken up by a feeling. A gut feeling he was in danger. The shadow has fell over him. He rolled to his side and looked at the circle of people around him. He noticed the water balloons.

"Hiiii, Leeeooo~," Jennika greeted him. "Didja have a good nap?"

"Uh-huh..." Slowly, as carefully as he could, he readied his body for the only one possible solution in this... He sprung up to run.

"Get him!!"

And that was the scene Mikey walked in on coming back from the ocean.

"What did I miss??" He looked confused at Sprinkles who decided to sit out the great Leo derby.

"A water fight," Sprinkles replied and looked at the fishing net full of crabs. "Watcha got there?"

"Dinner!"

#tmnt all 4 1 #tmnt all 4 1 challenge #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt bayverse #leo x oc #donnie x oc #raph x oc #jennika x oc #tmnt x oc #eve scribbles

[takiisieju]

I swear I will eventually return to my serious projects, but these are too fun. Also if you ever tag me in anything OC-related (which you never do), I will consider it to be about these girls.

Quiz: how is your soul perceived? by hleneedh Maker: Casual Icon Maker

Putting this under cut so that people that don't want to see it don't have to

CAMILLA CAROTA: the gentle romantic

your soul longs for connection. sometimes you think you fall a little bit in love with strangers every day. heart shaped candies and sorrowful poetry delight you in ways you wish you could explain. you stare out the window when it rains and pretend you're living all the lives of the beautiful people on tv. your love will find you one day. they're out there slaying their dragons and one day you'll get to wipe the blood from their brow and they'll look at you like you hung the stars. until then you'll learn to love yourself a little better each day.

Carota is always a bit of an enigma to me, she is so aloof... The quiz really helped me get her feelings better and I think it is pretty precise. Especially in that she kinda waits for a better life to find her, taking solace in her duties until then.

PAULETTA PERA: the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

Pera is... well, a tsundere is a good enough word, lol But it comes from a place of fear and distrust. And once she trusts people, she becomes distrustful of their surroundings, trying to protect them instead.

ANNA ANGURIA: the kindred spirit

your soul is like a mirror for others to find their own beauty. you see the best in people and you strive to bring it out in them. you draw all sorts of people to yourself and you make them feel seen. but who sees you? you try so hard to take care of everyone else, watering everyone else's garden until there's nothing left for your own flowers. when will you fight for your own heart as strongly as you try to nurture others?

Anna is very much defined by her fears and insecurities. But aside from them, she is an incredibly kind and empathetic woman. Kinda gave up on herself after her injury, trying to uplift others instead, seeing it as the only thing she can do now.

MARIA MORA: the steadfast

your soul is filled with the strength of one who has watched too many break before them. you set high standards for yourself and those around you, sometimes impossible marks. you know how the world should be and you're determined to make it so. was tough love what you needed? or was it the only thing you were ever offered. there are some things you cannot bend to your will and your bones will break before you turn back the tide. let go a little and breathe in the air. have you even stopped to look at the empire you built? have you noticed how far you've come?

Mora came to Polpo to give up her responsibility on her own life. Only to take responsibility on everybody else's, because having a ton of responsibilities is the only thing she knows. And she does have a tendency to not notice how hard she works, seeing it as normal. Good thing others now remind her to rest a little.

Despite everything, taglist: @roofgeese @poisonedtruth @theelderhazelnut (this is for all posts, i know you've done these already (the quiz for sure))

everybody and their mother has done this so I have no idea who to tag but @spacestephh and @vivilovespink if you want to join...

#jjba #original character #oc #polpo brain rot #fanart #vento aureo #uquiz #dolldivine

[possumteeths]

2022 Writing Wrap Up

Tagged by: @screwyouflightlieutenant (thanks for thinking of me! 💖)

Total words published: 308,920 (christ???)

Additional words written:

Im gonna ballpark and say maybe 150 k other words with additional projects that arent fanfic lol (as well as fanfic wip)

Grand Total of Words: 458k ish?

Fandoms:

Various horror movies, Dragon age, Fallout, Mass effect, RDR, the boys

Highest Everything (raw kudos, hits, comments):

Unsurprisingly, its my the Boy chaptered fic Love Me Cancerously, This blew tf up and I really didn't expect it to. It is SO cool that other people like this not great movie and are so down for this rollercoaster i've been writing.

Highest Kudos to Hits Ratio:

It's still my Brahms fic, and the runner up is ANOTHER Brahms fic but that one's a oneshot.

New Things I Tried:

x readers! I never really liked reading or writing x readers ever until recently. I really like second person as a device and I just refuse to acknowledge things that use like blanks or the Y/N device lol. Realizing this totally changed the way I like to write. I think second person is excellent for storytelling. Leaving the reader insert extremely vague and writing from the perspective of the character is SO fun.

Fic I Spent The Most Time On:

Love Me Cancerously AGAIN lol. Usually I just kinda write things in one go, but for this fic I put it through multiple stages of editing.

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

This completely nonsensical fallout raider gangbang. I rarely enjoy reading or writing OC x OC works, but I really unlocked something in my brain with this fic. I am so in love with the characters, they still live in my head. I wanted it to be SILLY DUMB and it was just so much fun to write. This is the most "me" I think of anything I've ever written, and I fully just went balls to the wall ridiculously porny and it was so much fun.

Favorite Thing I Read:

dude ANYTHING by my buddy @ventiswampwater (here's her ao3) every single one of her fics make me INSANE. We have such similar ideas of characterization for this DUMB movie that for some reason we're obsessed with. I love cerebral poetic weirdo porn I just consume everything she's done over and over again. Seriously some of the best x readers i've ever come across.

@some27-url 's Deacon X SS series, I cant get ENOUGH of this fucked up dynamic. I gush on and on about this and I dont want to be annoying but I cannot shut up about how much I love this series

OH! This Yautja harem x OC work I found, literally I've never had the patience for LONG LONG fics before but I honestly wish there was MORE of this. I loved!! the characters and everyone involved, the story was so smutty and good. You dont need to know shit about predator lore this fic may as well be its own story. This fanfic is better than any smutty xenophilia/monsterfuckery romance book that i've ever read.

@brimbrimbrimbrim 's Vigilante x reader fic was so much fun, characterized SO well. It was silly fun and I loved it hahaha like I love this author but this fic really stuck out to me hahaha.

Writing goals for 2023:

I'd like to just bite the bullet and submit to publications as well as random magazine challenges or whatever else. I often debate whether I should or shouldnt for so long that I then miss the deadline for the actual challenge lmao! I submitted to a few horror magazines as well as some poems to indie publications asking for submissions this year but I'd like to just submit as much as I possibly can because fuck it y'know. This year, I got ONE poem selected to be in a book and then it was actually removed from the eventual publication coming out in 2023 so like... lmao?

New Works:

I've actually been editing my short story horror anthology off and on, cleaning it up and formatting it and all the boring shit. I'm looking to trad pub or at least submit certain stories to challenges. I'm also hoping to saddle up and adapt my raider gangbang fanfic into a more developed story that I'll eventually KDP publish. As for fanfics, I've got SO many fkn horror baddies x readers in the works rn, and like 21u314398240 90% done fanfics that I just need to edit and publish to ao3 lol.

tagging: @some27-url @gaeadene (girl I gotta know how many words u uploaded this year LOL) @ventiswampwater @korblez @wolfbirbisme @flaggermuser @butterbabyflapjack

Happy new year yall! Lets go full nuts and write WHATEVER ur silly lil heart desires. I declare this year the year of balls to the wall FUCK IT on ao3 lmfao

#tag game #poki writing stuff tag #look at me making a writing tag

[danceswithdarkspawn]

Masterpost [Updated 1/30/24]

Links: ao3 | Characters | Headcanons | Kiss Prompt Fill List | Dragon Age Ask | Dinosaur Ask

By the way, this blog is LGBTQ+ friendly and TERFs and homophobes are not welcome to interact with me. This blog is 18+ and I encourage minors to DNI.

Hi there! I'm a being of indeterminate origin whose main fixation revolves around Dragon Age, and I am horribly, inexplicably gay. I love to play RPGs, bake and cultivate flowers.

I love to blab about my interests and works, or engage in thoughtful debate over my fixations. Huge lore nerd. Feel free to ask me whatever! I primarily write and read F/F fanfiction, but nothing is off-limits for me.

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#oc: eran tabris

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About

This blog sometimes posts and links to things that may be dark or unsuitable for minors. While I try to warn appropriately, please be cautious, and I strongly urge minors to DNI.

I saw some of your headcanons and I don’t agree with them!

And that’s okay! Often most of my headcanons are for something super specific, but I do try to ground them within the rules of the canon, and/or make them as believable as possible. Basically, these headcanons are for me. There are plenty of popular headcanons/fanons I don’t agree with, but choose to ignore. Please do the same for mine.

When will you update?

Currently I do not have an upload schedule as my life is a little busy and my health comes and goes. Fear not; unless I have said so, I am still working on my fics!

Do you take requests?

I do not currently take requests because my thoughts are few and fickle and refuse to cooperate on demand.

What is your opinion on [x fandom topic/headcanon/etc.]?

While I enjoy shouting from the rooftops about how much Dragon Age’s canon gets on my last nerve, I’m not here to get involved in meta debates over the canon. I have thoughts about the canon that may not necessarily align with someone else’s, but I respect their views and do not wish to engage in any discourse personally. I do, however, love reading critical analysis and meta posts.

Similarly, I will not respond to any “How do you feel about [x pairing], trope, etc. We all have our squicks and our loves, and I’m not about to get engaged in or judge anyone based on what they do or don’t like. I expect others to act likewise when interacting with me and my blog.

#pinned #basically i am just very gay #hello world #writblr #personal bird posting

[starlightsuncrow]

ABOUT

Heyo, I’m Sun/Crow

My blog is a constant shift of interests and fixations I get, but I default back to ocs most of the time! Think of me, juggling all my interests with skill.

TAGS

Premise is that I’m not organized much ... however...

my art -art/sketches , you know the deal

Starfall- original setting with ocs

I have a toyhouse! Used as a gallery of art for my ocs

Crow / Selkastra - original oc (they/he) I “planted” in gw2 to play as too.

I dont assign gender to anyone of my ocs at this point, too complicated. However they present dont get even close to a label lmao. Nonetheless...

MY OCS

Caoimhe / Cardamomo - my mirage  commander (he, occasionaly they) ! Should say it all. Sweet and naive at first, years of constant war and losses changed him. Can’t catch a break apparently.  Reason for the two names... let’s just say...coming back from the dead wasn’t without consequences. He could fix the energy problem by powering with his self doubt. Doesn’t harbor much hope anymore for the world but he promises to do what he can to keep it safe.

Dragonheart is part of the character.

Selkastra is a saltspray, disguised as a sylvari most of the time(long story). Fishing legend. They love exploring and bonds with mounts surprisingly well. Acts as a scout for the Commander.

Muirin- gentle soul (she, occasionally he), sylvari from another tree ( one day i’ll describe it), almost lost their self entirely to Mordremoth’s call, which changed her looks and his views. Comes off sometimes as snobbish, secretely self-conscious but her heart is big. The one who invites you to drink to know more. Hits hard. More of a protector than a proper warrior.

Florami- (he/him) Caoimhe’s unknown podtwin, a polite guy with a sense of humor and interest in the macarbe, tries really hard not to compare himself to his twin once he founds out, has a penchant of hiding in shadows. Natural charmer compared to Caoimhe, who learnt to be it. Ex pale reaver ,survived a nasty fall from a cliff in the jungle, which made him learn the necromancer ways just to scrap some lifeforce to reach safety. Ends up being helped by the Itzel and considered a dear friend of them. Everyone thinks he’s dead, surprise guys.

Shen-(he/him) bladesworn with a passion for engineering, especially fire related. Not easy to chat with, he’s rude and doesn’t like many people, punkish attitude with some spark of actual care beneath all his angst. Saw Florami “dying” and never recovered, joined and left groups just to feel something, ends up in Cantha, where he makes a name for himself ( in a good and bad way). Constantly hallucinates Florami until they meet again. Superiority complex. Shelters people who don’t have a place for themselves yet.

Drasyil-(he/??) Au commander, elementalist who hid behind his need of normalcy, ends up in the commander role by accident and ...never actually left. Hid his ele power behind engineering until he couldn’t anymore. A really good strategist. Lost one eye during the Zaithan’s campaign, recovered partial vision due to ley line energy he absorbs , however more magical vision than actual one. His black marks are product of him not handling fire properly after disuse, burnt himself during HoT. Gets some premonition powers thanks to Aurene and ends up in momo's timeline due to his own failing and collapsing.

Himesh-(they/them)- Vessel of Jormag (after story). Long story short dragon revival with vessels. Muirin becomes their warden at first , ends up enjoying the company a lot more than expected. Pretty much inseparable. Duo that learns from each other.

RELATIONSHIPS

Dragora-(he/him)- firstborn, dubbed Nightingale by people, not someone of many words, works as an assasin nowadays. Took on himself to raid Inquest labs to free secondborn, going against the Pale Tree. He offers a chance to those sylvari who don't agree fully with the tablet and doesn't want them to fall into Nightmare's hands. Has a small squad of trusted and underneath his bitter and cold exterior, he cares so much about his siblings. Saved Crow for one of those labs.

Elidryas-(they/she) sylvari with an unusual body constitution, expert plantshifter to the point of being able to shift some parts of their own body. Her minions take form of hounds. Nearsighted and keeps her eyes close most of the time. Polite and soft spoken, do not anger them. Imagine her going around without a chest armor ok? Just the petals covering as a top.

Inspired by dunmeshi dryads, should explain it. Born right when Mordremoth's influence started getting stronger.

Keep in mind i'm aroace, so these are done in a specific way that's not easy to explain for me. QPRs would be the closest thing.

Floshen- Florami/Shen <on and off thing, complicated

Muimesh - Muirin/Himesh < mutual respect with something going on

Cromo- Caoimhe/Crow < whatever they have going on is special

#pinned post

[serenpedac]

I posted 858 times in 2022

That's 733 more posts than 2021!

56 posts created (7%)

802 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ejunkiet

@cleverblackcat

@wayhavenots

@ava-du-mortain

@agentnatesewell

I tagged 846 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#twc - 289 posts

#the wayhaven chronicles - 165 posts

#redacted asmr - 102 posts

#dragon age - 88 posts

#others ocs - 62 posts

#&lt;3 - 59 posts

#fic rec - 55 posts

#n sewell - 50 posts

#a du mortain - 37 posts

#agent m - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#you're putting something out into the world that you've tried to make good and that has inherent value regardless of how it is perceived

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

WIP Whenever

Sharing a little from my longfic today, because the rest of this week is going to be busy.

She should have expected him. There is no reason why Nate wouldn’t be waiting for her at the Warehouse, even when she had told him there was no need for him to go with Morgan to pick her up at the airport. This isn’t the airport, after all.

She had expected him. He had been all she could think about as the world blurred past outside the window of the car.

She just hadn’t expected him to be so… him. Dark brown jacket zipped against the cold, hands in his pockets, Nate is standing there. Waiting. Waiting for her.

Perhaps she hadn’t believed this moment would come, her mind skirting the confrontation, skirting all of reality. But she can’t look away now, not when he’s standing right in front of her, so very tall, even with the slight bend to his shoulders that makes her heart ache for him. For— for them. For all they lost. 

She should— she should say something.

As for tags: if you’re reading this, please consider yourself tagged and please do tag me if you share something ^^ (I could use some fic snippets to get through this week, haha)

27 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

#4

With how Dragon Age has been on my mind this week (because of the title reveal ofc, but also because I started another DA2 run) this seemed like a good time to share this art I made ages ago ^^

28 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#3

Snippet Sunday

So... I recently tried to write a ficlet in German and it’s definitely not very good, but it has this snippet which is so like Yael and Nate, that I had to translate and share.

Nate’s eyes are dark, focused on her and her alone. They are open and honest, his every feeling there for her to see. She once thought she could lose herself in those depths. 

(She wished she would, for what could be sweeter?) 

She'd been wrong. In his eyes--in him--she does not lose, but she finds.

Tagging anyone reading this and:

(no pressure ^^): @ejunkiet , @devilbunnyking , @cleverblackcat , @wayhavenots , @lilyoffandoms , @roguelioness

Also, tentatively tagging @agentnatesewell . Had to think about you because this is the "home" fic. No pressure at all, but if you still want to share your thoughts about N, I'm here for it ♥️

33 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

Rating: Gen

Words: 307

Warnings: None

Recharging

Maybe he fell into the wrong place, Caelum thinks for just one second, as sunlight blinds him and he can’t feel anything—it wouldn’t be the first time, and magic is hard, really hard, when he’s tired like this. But no, a thousand sounds and smells and colours and feelings wash over him as the world becomes ta– tan– real around him, everything bright, bright, bright. And he, he is standing right behind the counter with the cookies. 

Of course he is, he had been thinking about baking together with Freelancer when he phased here, but they had had no time. They really have to study hard right now. So he went here.

His eyes dart over the display. There are sugar cookies and oatmeal cookies and chocolate chip cookies and tiny cookies that are all puffed up and crinkled and that he doesn’t know the name of, but— They smell delicious. Caelum steps a little closer to the counter, careful not to stand in the way of anyone, and takes a deep breath in. These cookies are the best. 

A lot of people seem to think so: the café is full with them. They are sitting around the mismatched tables and perched on the pillows in the window sills—plushy pillows in just as many colours as the tables—talking and laughing as they drink their coffee or tea and eat their cookies, all happy. 

It makes him happy, too.

He slips between people and tables to an empty spot in the window sill. He tucks up his legs, fitting into the little corner, and closes his eyes. Sunlight warms his back, and happiness radiates through the space around him, just as nice and warm as the sun. Here, he doesn’t have to help anyone. Here, he can just sit and relax. And that feels good. It feels amazing.

55 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The kind and talented @nerdferatum made this gorgeous commission of my Wayhaven detective Yael, and I’m very much in love with it! Just look at her!!

70 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#year in review #i wasn't going to post this but then i saw the longest tag and... #well those words are a much needed reminder sometimes #not mine but from a much wiser fandom friend #also... YAEL my beloved

[scribbledquillz]

Dragon Age: Origins OC as PC - soundset and banter edition

Thanks to @wild-houseplant for putting this meme on my dash - I love banter memes for my OCs. :D

I'm not sure who has and hasn't done this yet, so I'll just leave it at whoever wants in, do the thing and say I tagged you. Better yet, @ me so I can see your answers!

Warden’s name: Revka Tabris

Voice option: Curt, clear, and lower pitched than expected with a thick Ferelden accent. Listed in the voice options menu as "Blunt".

Soundset

Select PC: "Ready." / "Let's get on with it." / "Shall we?" / "Excellent."

Bonus options -

High approval: "I'm with you." / "I've got your back."

Low approval: *irritated* "Again?" / "If we must."

Unselect PC: "Really?" / "Sod it." / "Maker's ass." / "Alright."

Bonus options -

High approval: "Be careful." / "Are you sure?"

Low approval: "Make up your blighted mind." / "*disgruntled sigh*"

Combat attack: "You're going to regret this!" / "Didn't think this one through, did you?" / "The big one is mine!" / "*sigh* By the Void, it never ends." / "Hit them where it hurts!"

Mana/stamina low: "Come on, Tabris, keep it together!" / "Getting tired of this shit!" / "The Void do they keep coming from?!" / "This isn't going to end well." / "*angry, violent yell*"

Heal me: "Alright, that one hurt." / "Won't last long like this!" / "Nothing a salve won't fix." / "That's going to leave a scar." / "I'm fine, keep fighting!"

Near death: "This *gasp* isn't good." / "Shit shit shit blighted bloody SHIT!" / "Andraste give me strength..." / "I'll take this bastard with me!"

Bonus options - if Broken Circle is completed / the party has met her brother: "Tell Ceral *pained noise* I'm sorry." / "Mam... Da... I'll be with you soon."

Enemies sighted: "Eyes up, marks ahead." / "Give me a moment, I'll slip behind them." / "Lovely. More idiots to knock sense into." / "Here I thought we'd seen the last of them." / "Sod off already!"

Dragon sighted: "Holy Maker... it's huge!" / "Right. 'Spose we know which way not to go." / "Thought they were supposed to be gone. How in the Void does something that massive hide?" / "...We can turn back any time, you know."

Bonus options - if Warden instigates fight: "Are you MAD?!" / "We're dead. We're bloody dead." / "I ever tell you you're an ass? Because you are."

Spell/attack failed: "Damn it!" / "Shit, that wasn't right." / "Oh, you lucky son of a..." / "Sit still, would you!"

Fight over, enemies killed: "Everyone still breathing?" / "*grunt* What a waste." / "Hardly broke a sweat." / "Check their pockets. Won't need their coin any longer." / "Could've turned out worse, I 'spose." / "One of these days we'll go somewhere folk don't want us dead."

Companion KO’d: “[Alistair] "Alistair! Shield, damn you!" / "Hold on, Alistair, we're here!" [Dog] *to the one who fell Titan* "Blighted coward! You'll pay for that!" / "Titan! No!" [Leliana] "Someone help Leliana!" [Morrigan] "She's going to be furious when she gets up." [Oghren] "Damn it, Oghren is down!" [Shale] "Oh. Shit. How'd they manage to do that?!" [Sten] "Cover the Qunari!" / "Sten! The Qun demands you get your ass up!" [The Warden] "Hold on! I'm coming!" / "Oh no you don't - you're not allowed to die yet!" / *If in a romance with Revka* "No! Not you!" or "*Name*, don't you dare die on me!" [Wynne] "Shit! Mage down!" / "Wynne needs help!" / *if the truth of her condition is revealed* "Haven't you had enough of dying?" [Zevran] "Zev, if you're faking I swear to the Maker..." / "Zevran doesn't look so good!" / *If in a romance with Revka* "Maker, no! Zevran!" / *to the one who fell him* "I'll kill you!"

Trap sighted: "Watch your feet, trap ahead." / "Trap. Cowards couldn't be bothered to face us themselves."

Bonus option - if Warden triggers trap after being warned about it: "...Really?" / "Are you bloody deaf or just stupid?"

Open chest: "Let me have a go." / "Don't ask why I know how to do this, and I won't ask what you do with what's inside." / "Should have something worth a few coins in here."

Cannot do the thing: "Not happening." / "Shit." / "Right. Plan B?" / "Want me to powder your ass as well?"

#dragon age #dragon age origins #revka tabris #warden as a companion meme #well shit #didn't realize this was sitting in my drafts #it's only two years old right? heh. heh heh...

[anxiety-and-fandoms]

Intro Carrd 2.0!!! If you'd rather read it on here or want some bonus extra information then just click 'read more' :D

Hello! My name is Plague- or, at least, that's what most people call me. I honestly make up a new name to go by every day at this point. Some other popular examples are Foxglove, Void, Asterisk, & Anx! If you want to call me another name feel free to ask (I don’t bite)!

I use any pronouns!! Get wild with it!! Mix and match and make up new ones as you see fit!! My sexuality is a bit all over the place (still trying to find out if I like everybody or nobody) but you just need to know I'm Queer.

Also I'm a minor, so if you're not into minors interacting with you I am 100% okay with you blocking me.

Speaking of which, I'm chill with people blocking me in general. Curate an internet experience that makes you happy, and skip the arguing that wastes both of our time :)

My username really sums up my general vibes on here. Anxiety is modern events, donation posts, hating capitalism, complaining about writer's block, etc., while Fandoms is artwork, actual writing, rambling about ocs, and, well, fandoms. You'll see a lot of MCYT (specifically Hermitcraft, Empires, and Traffic Smp, never DSMP) and Minecraft in general, the Riordanverse, the occasional musical theater (Newsies, TGWDLM, etc.) plenty of dungeons and dragons (both my own personal worlds along with Dimension 20 and JRWI) and much more I'm probably forgetting!!

While I do have a sort of Cryptid aesthetic (tm) when it comes to my names, I promise I am nice :)

I'm chill with whatever as long as you're not hurting anybody or making anybody feel unsafe. My reactions to new things tend to be '!!!! New thing!!!!' which was certainly the case for things like agere, otherkin, and neopronouns. I'm also accepting of all religions, gender identities and sexualities (besides the obvious sexualities that are used to mock the community or otherwise hurt it, such as superstraights, along with MAPs and Zoophiles). Racists and TERFs and other bigots should find their exit now. NSFW blogs are also suggested to not interact, with me being a minor n all.

I will never be mad at you for saying hi, so feel free to pop into my askbox/messages if you want to chat!

Also if you want to ramble to me or teach me something or whatever just drop it in my askbox!! Especially the teaching one, I am always happy to learn new and interesting things!!

PLEASE tell me if I made a mistake (alas, I am privileged in many varieties), I am always willing to fix any harmful behavior or tag any TWs or etc!!!

as you can tell, I talk a lot. Most of my tags refer to me as 'the shapeshifter' (pfp lore) so just check out 'the shapeshifter speaks' or 'the shapeshifter rambles' or 'the shapeshifter writes' or etc. if you want to see me talk more. I have plenty other tags as well, such as 'friendship my beloved' (mutuals), 'void and the anons' (anonymous asks, along with specific anons) and 'the shapeshifter's masterpost' (where I keep a list of tumblr posts I feel the need to save, whether it's because they're important or if I just find them funky)

anyways it's just about 2am at the moment so I'll leave it at this (until I decide to edit it later ofc ofc), hope the rest of your day or night is just as wonderful as you are!!

#the shapeshifter speaks #intro post #tw bold text #tw italics #carrd #the shapeshifter talks too much (again) #pinned post