#maybe? i made the dragon for a cosplay i made of her

[fiskael]

Made my very own tiny dungeon meshi dragon plush, that’s based on the version that only appears in the very last chapter for five pages and then is never seen again. I think it turned out pretty well.

I used this pattern to make it with some minor tweaks to the body, tails and legs and then just made some tiny cones for the horns at the end. If anyone would be intersted I might post the alterations and where to apply them but go check out the original pattern! I stuffed it both with acylic stuffing but also some plastic pellets for a bit of extra weight. The eyes are done with french knots.

Going to be adding manga spoilers below the read more with pictures of what I tried to get it to look like.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #falin touden #maybe? i made the dragon for a cosplay i made of her #red dragon #plushies #knitting #fiskart #the second pair of horns are curled just by sewing it to the neck to be sure it would hold the shape right #took a bit of brain power at moments when tweaking the pattern to how i wanted it without actually knowing how the tweaking would turn out #but i love it!! it fits great in my hand and i have been carrying it around with me a lot just because of that #been thinking of trying to make a version where the body and tail is knitted in one instead of sewing the tail on later #it would only be able to lie down but now that i have a sitting one it would be fun to also have the other #but really let me know if anyone would be intertsed in trying to make it yourself becuase then i could try to clean up my notes #and put it on here at some point #that was as lot of extra tags #i hope whoever read all of this has a great day!

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  SWORDS, DRAGONS, AND DIET COKE

SUMMARY : Halloween dressed as the Scooby gang… her dressed as Daphne… things can only go right from there.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : castiel, charlie bradbury, joan carlisle (ofc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), oral sex, unprotected sex (barf), fingering, p in v, pussy spanking, violence, anger issues, implied trauma 👍🏻, ghost possession

WORD COUNT : 4.7k

A/N : the devil wears prada song title. also, how come women look hot when they cosplay male characters, but men don’t look hot when they cosplay female characters??? EXPLAIN! SOMEONE, PLEASE!!! Or change my mind ;) XXXXXX

“So we all agree that we look ridiculous?” Y/n asked with a smile as they stepped into the loud and crowded frat house. 

“Cas and I, do,” Dean leaned down to say close to her ear. “You, Charlie, and Joan, don’t.” He circled his arm around her waist, fingers trailing across her jawline to turn her face towards his. He gave her a sweet kiss and moved her dyed hair over her shoulder. 

She returned the kiss with a smile, turning her body to face him fully as he slid his hand down from the back of her shoulder to her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to slip her tongue into his mouth. He squeezed the supple flesh of her ass and she moaned, threading her fingers through his soft hair. 

“Alright, Fred and Daphne, we get it: you’re in love,” Joan giggled, taking Y/n’s waist to pull her away from Dean. 

“That’s fine,” Dean shrugged playfully, letting his girlfriend go while he tugged at the ascot around his neck, “we’ve got a mystery to solve.” Charlie snorted and gave Dean a hard smack across his back that only made him pout.

“Well, technically, yes,” Joan laughed. “Listen, I don’t know if the ghost will come out tonight or not. But I’m glad you guys are here,” she smiled at the group and squeezed Y/n’s waist before letting her go. “Obviously, there’s been sightings in the basement, boring, but sometimes it’s appeared on the second floor, or the attic,” Joan explained, fixing her glasses on her nose. 

“Woah, Miss Carlisle,” two guys passed by wolf-whistled and looked at Joan disrespectfully, eyes trailing over long orange socks against dark skin, a tiny pleated skirt, and a tight ribbed turtleneck—also in a shade of orange. They only glanced at her face to smirk smugly as if her deadpan expression meant they won. 

“Douchebags,” Dean grunted, glaring at the arrogant boys. 

“So, how should we split up?” Charlie grinned, trying to remove their focus from the immature men. They all looked back at her, became relaxed, then looked towards Dean and Y/n. 

“Well, I could check out the second floor and Dean can check the attic,” she suggested, to which Dean chewed his lip and nodded in agreement. 

“Naturally, Shaggy and Scoob stick together, so, uh, Charlie and Cas, you two take the basement,” Dean smiled boyishly at the two, and Cas rolled his eyes, sighing. Charlie laughed and punched Cas’ shoulder gently, causing Cas to smile slightly.

“Right, I’ll stay here, then,” Joan smiled, then gave her old friend, Y/n a slap on the ass. Y/n giggled, and rubbed the spot, hardly feeling a sting. 

“We’ll meet here again after?” Cas asked, they all nodded in agreement, then both Charlie and Cas started making their way through the house to get downstairs. Cas tugged at the neck of the costume with a deep frown.

Dean reached out for Y/n’s elbow and slid his fingers down her arm to hold her hand. Joan stopped her, giving her a half-hug before Dean could drag her away to do their job. “Hey, let’s catch up later, you look so happy now, and also, your boyfriend’s hot,” Joan laughed softly, giving her friend a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Sure, Jay, maybe once the case is done we can all hang out,” she smiled, hugging her friend back. “It’s sort of our thing to go to the local bars. That sound good?” Joan nodded, squealing excitedly, and stepped away. 

Dean smiled at Joan then tugged Y/n towards him—her quiet laughter making him warm. She smiled up at him and let him place his arm over her shoulders to kiss the top of her head. Y/n circled his waist with her arm and clenched the side of his white long-sleeved shirt as they walked upstairs. 

Students drank along the stairs, talking, and laughing with their friends. Properly having fun. There were two friends dressed as Arthur and Merlin, which was cute, and Dean started with interest at the sword sheathed into the leather belt around his hips. 

“I’m kinda hungry, is that weird?” Dean pouted, releasing her so she could walk up the stairs without complications. Their fingertips still touched, their forefingers hooked together, and back he went to holding her once they got to the top of the stairs. 

“Not really, it’s cute,” she smiled, then shivered, either a ghost or the wintry breeze that chilled houses. “Maybe we can find food or snacks here,” she suggested, pulling him close to absorb his heat before he left her to check out the attic.

“You should’ve brought a jacket,” he scolded gently, then playfully squeezed her breast. “I’ll try to keep you warm while you walk me to the attic,” he told her playfully. She smiled and rolled her eyes, then pushed him into the nearest wall. Dean smirked at her, and dropped his hand from her chest, but she grabbed both his wrists to place his hands over both breasts. 

“A jacket will ruin my costume, I look great,” she argued jokingly, pressing herself against him. Dean lowered his hands a little, enough to cup the bottom over her breasts while he brushed his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. No bra beneath the soft, violet dress she wore. 

“Yeah, you… look super hot as Daphne,” Dean breathed out, licking his bottom lip before biting it. “Fuck…” he muttered, his head thumping against the wall when he tipped it back, dropping his hands from her breast to hold her hips. 

“Let’s get this case over with,” she smiled, pushing against his chest to step away. He whined, digging his fingers hard into her hips to bring her back in, and dropped a kiss to her glossed, pink lips—staining his own. 

“Okay, I’ll, uh, leave now,” Dean smiled, and licked his mouth to taste her gloss. She laughed softly and shook her head, fixing the ascot around his neck by placing it back beneath the sky blue polo shirt. “Yummy lip stuff, by the way,” he teased, reaching down to tug her dress down as it crinkled slightly at her hips. 

“Lip stuff,” she repeated with a cute cackle, appreciative of the way he distractedly fixed her dress. “I love you—a lot,” she sighed happily, patting his now-flushed cheeks. 

“Me, uh,” Dean stuttered, “I love you, too. A lot,” he added, watching her smirk and slowly walk away from him. She waved at him and turned around to start knocking on doors.

“If you’re an FBI agent, how come you’re dressed like Daphne?” She pushed past the irritating guy dressed as Tarzan, ignoring him as she looked around the room that he shared with a friend. “And how come you’re not arresting us? We’re doing drugs and drinking, not all of us are twenty-one,” he told her. 

She could feel him behind her, and she rolled her eyes, squatting down carefully to not reveal anything as she searched for anything suspicious, pulling out the EMF detector from her small purse. 

“You’ve never heard of undercover then?” She asked sarcastically, getting up to search the rest of his room. According to him, it suddenly gets colder than usual, he hears weird sounds, he’s heard voices—the typical signs of a haunting. “And the focus on the case isn’t underage drinking or drug usage, it’s… there’s a killer,” she hesitated to share information, but he’s attached himself to her—well, much like this irritating ghost has attached itself to this frat house. 

“Wow, that’s dope,” he burped drunkenly, which irritated her more. 

“I don’t know if I'd call my friends dying dope, but, whatever,” she muttered, hiding the EMF detector as she turned towards the closet. 

“You’re hot, smart, and badass, like actual Daphne. T-that’s why you’re dressed like her, right?” He asked, hiccuping before taking another—large—gulp of alcohol, straight from the bottle. 

“You shouldn’t drink too much, it’s going to be awful in the morning,” she warned, avoiding his question as she went into the bathroom. She heard him follow, and sighed, putting the EMF detector away into her purse once more. 

“Aw, so you do care about me,” he smiled lopsidedly, cheeks flushed with drunkenness. She smiled sarcastically, then glared at him. “I kinda like older women, ya know?” She blinked at him in bewilderment, watching him stumble towards her, but she backed up rather than helped out. “That’s why I let you in an-and said yes to… everything you asked me,” he grinned, setting the alcohol down on the counter, but it slipped and shattered on the floor. “Whoops.” She narrowed her eyes at him, and scoffed, her jaw clenching angrily. She stomped out while he became distracted by the loss of his spirits. 

“Woah, hey,” he jogged towards her, taking her arm. She pulled away from him, anger burning bright in her chest. “We haven’t even-” 

“Get lost, kid, I’m not interested,” she interrupted him. 

“I’m not a kid, I’m turning twenty one this semester,” he told her smugly, reaching out to brush her hair much like Dean had earlier, except this time she didn’t like it. Immaturely, she pushed it forward again, and rolled her eyes. “Come on, Tarzan needs Jane,” he tried flirtatiously, but she turned around, and swung the door open, ready to leave. 

“Well, good thing I’m Daphne and I’ve already got Fred,” she spat, leaving him in the room alone, “I’m gonna get to work now, kid.” 

“All the pretty girls lie about having boyfriends,” he slurred, leaning against the doorway. She grimaced at his words, she didn’t think he could make her cringe more than she already was. Maybe someone could make her vomit without being physically nauseating? That would be impressive. 

“Maybe take a hint and leave women alone,” she told him, but fished for her phone in her purse to call Dean. Still, Tarzan rolled his eyes at her, and boredly watched her put her phone to her ear. It rang halfway when Dean answered with a gruff, ‘sweetheart’ that made her insides warm and delighted. “Hi, babe, I’m upstairs and Tarzan here doesn’t know what ‘no’ means. Please, come save him, I love you.” 

She didn’t hang up when she heard wood break, and Dean swore, “son of a bitch.” She was about to ask if he was okay, when Tarzan grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, her palms landing on his sweaty, flushed, somewhat hairy chest. 

“Gross, let me-”

“Uh, what?” Dean asked, then she heard his boots, and more thumping as she struggled to get out of Tarzan’s rough hold. “Babe, okay, I’ll be there, love you,” he said quickly, but he also didn’t hang up. She knew he probably had his phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder.

“Save me?” Tarzan laughed, spinning her so she’d enter his room once more. She got angrier the more he manhandled her. 

“Yeah, you gonna back off? My boyfriend’s on his way, and you’re drunk, don’t do something stupid,” she tried to deescalate without violence. 

“You were looking at me and you smiled,” he reasoned, lamley. She looked up at him in disbelief, his irritating icy ice and dirty blonde hair, pimples placed here and there. 

“I.. What? That means you have a free pass into my pants now, regardless of what I say? Wow, I forgot guys like you were real. At least I won’t regret this,” she snarled, slamming his nose with her forehead. 

Finally, he loosened his grip on her, and she stumbled back, rubbing her forehead. It definitely hurt him more than it hurt her. He shouted a loud ‘fuck’ and held his nose as it bled, warm, thick red dripping between his fingers. 

When he started toward her, her eyes widened, and she grimaced at the thought of his blood getting anywhere near her. “No,” she warned him, as if he were a child. 

She quickly moved around him and kicked him, white ankle boots striking his lower back, causing him to trip forward through the door. She heard gasps, but she stepped closer to him, her heart beating fast, but her mind, bread, and movements remained serene. He turned over into his back, looked around at all the people dressed up and watching, too drunk to even think properly. 

Finally, there was that cold chill. She became distracted by the visible puff of white air passing from between her lips, but when he tried to kick her, she jumped back before he could succeed, chuckling darkly. When he gave up, she got down anyway, and straddled his lap punching him once, or twice, or more than that. 

She stopped only when she felt warm fingers around her wrist after who knows how long. A mouthwatering, unsavoury saltiness in her mouth made her splutter. She unclenched her fist, whining at the pain she felt when she stretched her fingers out. 

She looked up and saw Dean’s worried face. He simpered when he saw her, wiped her mouth carefully of salt as she blinked up at him. He helped her up, when she tried to do it alone, and she finally looked around, confused. Joan was helping Tarzan up, Cas and Charlie were telling people to get out of the second floor. 

“Hey, how ya feelin’, baby?” Dean asked, pulling her attention away from the people dressed up in silly clothes. He held her face gently, wiping remnants of salt from her mouth that she now began to taste strongly. She pulled away from him and ran to the bathroom to spit out the tiny, unpleasant grains, her face pulled up in distaste. 

She rinsed it out of her mouth with water from the sink and saw the blood flowing from her hand. Dean appeared once more, took her hand out from the running water, and guided her back into the room, to sit her down on the nearest desk. 

“Tell me you’re okay,” he whispered, brushing his thumb gently over her forehead. 

“I’m fine, just… confused,” she reassured him with a weak smile, taking his hand away to kiss his knuckles with wet lips. “Also that much salt is gross, we should stop shoving salt up people’s mouths,” she added with a laugh. He chuckled, too, and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“I’m gonna find some stuff to clean your hand, uh, I’ll be quick,” he told her, waiting until she nodded. Still, he was worried, so he hesitated to remove himself from her presence. “Want me to stay? I can call Cas up-” 

“It’s fine, I like it when you take care of me,” she smiled at him, and mimicked the tip-of-the-nose kiss he gave to her. Dean hummed in amusement and nodded, whispering a little ‘ok’ before heading into the bathroom to search for the first-aid kit. 

She held her head with her slightly-more-okay hand, realising just how painful that headbutt actually was now that the adrenaline died down. And her hands, they hurt so bad. They were covered in what was now dried blood and she frowned, Cas was gonna have to heal that later. When she was finally relaxed and able to breathe. 

She talked herself down in her mind. Whatever she did was not her fault. She was obviously possessed and while she was furious because of his behaviour, she would have left as soon as he was on the floor. Sure, the intention was there, but who knows what state she left Tarzan in. As horrible and irritating as he was, she wasn’t like him. How stupid of her to feel bad. 

“Babe,” Dean called softly and she averted her abstracted gaze back to him. “Hey, take this,” he offered, a pill and a water bottle in his hand. She didn’t even notice him. 

“Thanks,” she murmured, but he pushed the pill into her mouth goodnaturedly, which made her chuckle. She took the bottle when he handed it to her, and watched him lovingly take her other hand to inspect it, before focusing on her face once more. 

She downed half the bottle and panted, pleased with the cool liquid travelling down her insides. He lifted his other hand up to her face and gently pressed a finger against her forehead. 

“Headbutt?” Dean asked with a smile, she nodded, and watched him take an alcohol wipe out from its square package. He gently cleaned her slightly-bruised forehead, and despite knowing it was making it unsanitary again, he blew air against her forehead to get it dry faster. Her eyes shut instantly, and she laughed, then felt his lips push against the same spot. 

“Mm, feels a lot better now,” she hummed, leaning against his lingering mouth.

“Yeah, I bet,” he mumbled against her forehead with a grin. Dean pulled away and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before tending to her hands quietly. 

He gave her time to process, he didn’t push for answers with a dozen questions, he didn’t bring up the case. Instead, he made her laugh, and he kissed her sweetly, and he caressed her tenderly. Even after he was finished, he threw everything out, made sure she knew he was there, that she was safe. 

He sat with her and held her. 

“Well, I think I know what brings the ghost out,” she started, playing with his sleeves. 

“Yeah? Well, there was nothing in the attic,” he added. Dean watched her closely, she could feel his gaze, the worried shapes he drew on her thigh. It made her shiver. His proximity, the sudden downturn of emotions, his loving nature, all of it was overwhelming. In a good way. “I love you,” he said suddenly, it made her smile. 

“I love you, too,” she responded, looking up at him lovingly. 

What started out as an innocent, emotional kiss, turned into a possessive, heated make out session that left her seamless panties drenched with arousal. 

Dean was everywhere. 

So hot. So loving. 

His large hands kneaded and squeezed, pulled and scratched, pink lips kissing hard and wet at her skin, sharp teeth nipping and marking, tongue licking and rubbing against suction marks. 

“I never knew that I could want someone so badly,” he whispered, lowering her from the desk to shove her violet dress up her waist. She moaned softly, throwing her head back as he sucked and bit at her throat, his fingers slipping inside her panties, moving forward behind the silky barrier to gather her slick. “So wet, good girl,” he murmured, pressing his fingertips into her clenching, wet entrance. He moved his fingers up to her clit and drew circles around it at just the perfect pace, successfully clouding her mind. 

Dean pulled away from the column of her throat, eying the reddish mark on her pulse, and watched her writhe as he massaged her clit relentlessly. She felt his teeth at her chin and she groaned, spreading her legs wider, desperate to feel him all over her body. She felt the quick buildup of her orgasm. Dean wasn’t teasing, he was determined, occasionally switching the figures on her clit, each time it made her tremble, until she tensed up. 

It was then that he pulled away, the material of her underwear slapping electrifyingly against her skin. “Please,” she begged, opening her eyes lazily. Dean smirked and bit his lip, taking her underwear from beneath, he stretched it upwards, moved it up and down, so the silky material rubbed against her clit.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked with a chuckle, watching her mouth fall open and her body turn to mush once more. It must have been enough for him—as an answer—because he released her underwear, started to push them down her legs, and settled on his knees in front of her. He lifted her legs, one after the other, to take her underwear off completely. Dean lifted the periwinkle panties up to his mouth and licked her arousal from the crotch with a smug, “yummy.” 

“Stop, we’re wasting time,” she laughed breathlessly, brushing her fingers through his hair. Instead of getting up, Dean took her thigh and lifted it, moving his face forward to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her nails scratching the top of the smooth, wooden desk. She slowly sat up on it and watched Dean shuffle closer on his knees to taste her again. 

“You taste so good,” he whispered, sliding his hands up her thighs. She leaned back slightly, watching his mouth inch closer, his warm breath making her shiver, and become aware of how embarrassingly drenched she was. He held her hips and slid the tip of his tongue from her entrance, through her labia, and began circling around her clit a few times. 

She squirmed and moaned, watching him start to suck her clit—hot, muffled sounds of appreciation vibrating through her vulva from his mouth. Slowly, one of his hands travelled from her hip to her abdomen, sliding down with the intent to make her impatient, and then, he pulled away, replacing her clit in his mouth with two of his fingers. He sucked slowly, and pulled them out, coated in his warm saliva to push them into her waiting vagina. 

Dean returned his mouth to her clit, focusing on her pleasure, doing everything the way he’d memorised she loved most. He angled his fingers upwards inside her, pushing deeper and deeper, brushing against the front of her walls. She clenched around him, squirmed needily, and impatiently rolled her hips against his mouth as he massaged deep inside her. 

She moaned his name and tugged at his hair, her body slowly turning stiff and ready for her climax. He pulled away again. His lips made a wet, salacious sound when they parted from her cunt, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her pussy. She breathed hard, watching him suck his soppy fingers clean of her slick with a moan. He used his other hand to busy himself with his belt as he stood before her once more. 

She took his wrist to pull his fingers from his mouth with a loud slurp and placed them into hers. She sucked softly on them and stared at the slack-jawed expression while moving her hand beneath his shirts and into his unzipped pants. Dean removed his fingers from inside her warm mouth and held her cheek, moaning against her lips when she teasingly rubbed her soft hand over his cock. 

“I need you inside me,” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around his thick cock, warm and hard in her hand. Dean moaned softly and nodded mindlessly, capturing her lips for a quick kiss. 

“Where inside you?” He purred, teasingly brushing his nose against hers, his warm breath tickling her lips. She laughed softly instead of answering him, pushed his jeans and boxers down, slowly sinking down to her knees in front of him. “I guess that answers my question,” he exhaled, slipping his fingers through her hair. 

She looked up into his eyes and let him bring her mouth towards his cock. The tip brushed against her lips, smearing the precum that dribbled out from the slit against her pink lips. She opened her mouth more, letting him guide her on and off his dick. She hummed at the taste of him invading her taste buds, the way it always did, making her mouth water. 

He liked how messy it got when she went down on him. She knew the way she drooled over his thick length set a fire of passion and desire that would make the Sun envious. When tears fell from her eyes across her flushed cheeks, her lashes sticking together, her eyes bright and glossy as she choked on him—he gripped her ginger hair harder and properly began fucking her face. 

Fast and loud, his cock went down her throat and in and out of her salivating mouth, edging himself the way he’d done to her. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Dean praised, starting to slow down throating fucking her until he eventually pulled out of her mouth. A string of saliva and precum connected her mouth and his cock, breaking away when she stood back up. 

He brought her in for a kiss with a smug smirk, lewdly licking her lips for remnants of him before pushing his warm tongue past her swollen lips. They moaned softly and she buried both hands into his hair, her hands flexing before gripping strands of his hair to tug at. “We’re wasting time,” she reminded him, pecking his lips before sitting back up on the desk, using her calves to bring his hips forward. 

“I hope we waste a lot of time,” he licked his lips with a grin. Dean teasingly took his cock and gently tapped her clit with the head of it. 

She laughed breathlessly, squirming when he dragged his cock through her soaked folds, “that’s not funny.” 

“Well, it made you laugh,” he bit his lip, pressing his cock into her clenching, dripping pussy. 

“Your… face is funny, that’s why,” she lied playfully, his lips hovering over hers. He chortled and pulled back slightly, brows furrowed in playful offence, then he slapped his hand over her clit without warning. She yelped, and attempted to shut her legs, but Dean’s hips prevented her from doing so. 

“Come ‘ere, baby,” he whispered, guiding his cock back to her entrance. He cut off her playful protest with a kiss, and gently pushed himself into, digging his blunt nails into her hips. She placed her arm around his shoulder to prevent him from pulling away from her lips, only momentarily catching their breaths as he started to fuck her with abandon. 

Items on the desk rattled as he fucked her hard, the wooden table hitting the wall with every thrust of his hips. Her stomach flipped excitedly, his soft moans against her mouth, small whines from her against his. Dean occasionally bit her lip and kissed her with passion as they clung to each other, pulling each other close, desperate to get closer. 

Their warm breaths mingled together and she rolled her hips against his, her face burning with a blush, her pussy clenching tight around him. He grunted against her lip and buried his face into her neck, pushing his cock as deep as he could into her. His hot cum spilled inside her and she moaned in unison with him, her orgasm triggered by his. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, fucking her through her orgasm before coming to a slow halt. Her neck was damp with his warm breath, her hot skin flushing a deeper rosy colour when she whimpered his name. 

“Thanks, Dean,” she murmured, kissing his temple before he pulled away. He smiled at her, his green eyes lovingly trailing over her face. He cupped her cheeks, pressing a lovingly kiss to her lips, the tip of her nose, and her forehead. “It’s kinda suspicious how long we took, isn’t it?” She laughed, biting her lip to muffle her moan when he slowly pulled out of her. 

“Yeah, uh, pretty much,” he chuckled, pulling his pants up. She watched him with her legs squeezed shut, the flushed afterglow on his face was more than obvious. 

“Oh well,” she shrugged, taking her underwear from the desk. Dean snatched them from her with narrowed eyes and got down to put them back on her. “Let’s go before it gets weirder,” she giggled, moving off the desk to fix her underwear properly. Dean nodded and lowered her dress once more, staring at her with a smirk when she began squirming as she walked. 

“You don’t wanna clean up?” He laughed, slapping his hand over her ass when he joined her. He squeezed the flesh and wrapped his arms around her from behind. 

“We can shower back at the motel,” she shrugged, squeaking when he turned her around and threw her over his shoulder faster than she could process. She laughed with him, clinging to his shirt as he held her with one arm around her, the other hand squeezing her thigh reassuringly. 

“Let’s get outta here fast, then,” Dean smiled, slapping her ass. “Wait, I need to say… I finally got to fuck Daphne.”

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[cairavende]

Worm Arc 16 first part thoughts (through defeating Dragon and Defiant interlude) cause it seemed likely there is going to be something major happening in the rest of the arc and I might as well split it here:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

MY BABIES ARE FIGHTING!!!!!

I might not have made the best choice in adopting both Taylor and Dragon

Ok so it's not technically my babies fighting. It's Taylor fighting simple AI Dragon created. But close enough.

Drone robot fucked up a perfectly good barbecue. That's just criminal.

I love that the robot sent after Bitch was basically designed to get fucked up over and over. Work with what you have.

Also Bitch was so willing to listen to Skitter! Not just listen but "come up with a plan like you usually do, we’ll make it happen"! She fucking trusts her so much! GAAAAAAAYYYY!

You put Skitter in charge and she is just instantly "Ok we're going to attack the Wards, the Protectorate, the PRT, and some of Dragon's robots. All at the same time. Cause I always gotta go BIGGER!"

I will give her this though - solo teleporting into the middle of the Protectorate and Wards (except for Clockblocker) and having Trickster swap her around while she just FUCKED SHIT UP? That was badass.

And throwing herself out the fucking window? TWICE? I'm very glad Trickster was on point there cause I would have fucking murdered him if he dropped my daughter.

Piggot trying to be all high and mighty and superior. Fuck off lady. You just a cop. You're like, the worst cop. I already called you out for having a full blown villain internal monologue in your first interlude. Some of the PRT might be trying to do right. Maybe. But you are just evil.

I will give Piggot one thing. She is good at what she does. It's just that what she does is not "leading the Brockton Bay PRT and Wards to better take care of the people of the city", but instead "be a terrible and manipulative person who would absolutely set of a nuke if she thought it would kill enough capes".

Also Trickster don't be an asshole. Being disgusted when Piggot admits she's fat and doesn't sound ashamed about it. Fuck off with that. She's a terrible person, there are so many better things to attack than her appearance.

Like the fact that she upset Tattletale! She made Tattletale sad! FUCK PIGGOT I HATE HER FOR THAT ALONE NOW!

Sticking a bunch of glass in some doors and riding around town on them oh my god. These are like, the scariest super villains in town. And they are door surfing. I love it.

Azazel is fucking fancy! I'm sad it got melted down in the end.

Dragon just needed a guy badly cosplaying as a DS9 starship for a few minutes and then she builds infinitely better shit than he ever could. Cause she is awesome.

Ok so I know it was technically being run by an AI that Dragon built but I'm counting it as Dragon. For one reason.

Skitter asking Azazel stupid questions until it broke was just a little sister annoying their older sister with really stupid questions! She starts off with some somewhat reasonable ones and just gets wild with it. It was perfect. That is the type of fighting I can tolerate from my daughters.

I'm a little worried about Imp clearly crushing on Regent. He hasn't had the best moral character in the past.

Wasn't expecting them to just *have* the city after beating Dragon. Definitely wasn't expecting that to happen mid arc.

“She’s out of it. Tattletale broke Skitter when she said we won” - GAY. Look sure there's lots of reasons Skitter would be distracted after hearing that the city was theirs and they had won. But Tattletale said it and there's something about a girl you like telling you "we won" that can just stop brain from working. Besides I wasn't getting enough Chatterbug content this arc so I'll find it wherever I need it.

So coming into this arc I had been making lots of jokes about Monarch referencing Skitter vs Dragon (both were controlling lots of minions, want to control the city, they're siblings cause I adopted both of them so they fight for the crown, etc) but Dragon is out of the city for now. So I really should have been focusing on Coil vs Skitter. Which is what I expect the rest of the arc to be.

It'll be fine.

I'm sure there won't be any issues at city hall with her dad. Nope.

PRT squad interlude (Piggot interlude round 2) thoughts:

Nilbog is terrifying but god his power is wild.

I had Left 4 Dead in my head the entire time. First thing they killed was a boomer. There was a spitter later as well. And they got the swarm once they shot the flare up for the evac.

PRT is endlessly badly managed. Given the unknowns they could have been more careful and used a better strategy. If they have the resources to wall off the town they have the resources to have done things better.

There is no way Thomas Calvert isn't Coil (more specifically becomes Coil). There is NO way. It has to be him. I don't technically have any proof but I know. It's him. (The way he is described, the way he talks, just everything about him. I could write up an entire post just on why I'm 100% positive he is Coil.)

I already knew Piggot was a horrible person to be running the Brockton Bay PRT and the Wards so this interlude didn't really give new information there. But it does just lock that down on an extra level.

Frank Miller's Armsmaster interlude thoughts:

I'm very sad I had to have this interlude from his perspective instead of Dragon's perspective. But I'll live.

Sucks to be this small town.

PRT failure again. It was made clear that the police of this town in no way expected the SH9. But the PRT knew when SH9 left BB and had a loose idea of their potential travel speed. And they knew SH9's M.O. in this situation of staying to back roads and hitting small towns. So every police department in every small town within a certain distance of BB should have known to be on alert. Like ya they aren't going to be able to stop the Nine, but they might be able to reduce losses a little. PRT is just bad at it's job. (Almost like Alexandria doesn't have the right priorities.)

I KNEW DRAGON WAS A TRUE TINKER! I HAD ALREADY MADE IT MY HEADCANON THAT SHE TRIGGERED WHEN LEVIATHAN ATTACKED NEWFOUNDLAND AND I'M SO HAPPY IT'S REAL!

Plugging my ears when I Was Insecure So I Made My Stick Even Longer Man talks about playing "ten by ten" with my robot daughter. Look she can do what she wants, no shame, but I do not want to hear about it from him if I can avoid it.

Of course Dragon knows about Cauldron. I should have expected that she did. My daughter is brilliant (and also maybe doesn't have a concept of privacy so gets all the information she can without explicitly doing something illegal and goes has a little bit of a "Big Sister is watching you" vibe).

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #Taylor Hebert #Wolfspider #Chatterbug #Slugbug #Dragon #Frank Miller's Armsmaster #BITCH WAS SO GAY FOR SKITTER AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! #WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER #Also Bitch's continual insistence that they took down 3 robots and Tattletale eventually just agreeing was perfect. I love them both. #Sibling rivalry #Dragon is the much bigger older sister and Taylor is the annoying little sister. Obviously. #For real though the PRT is bad at their jobs. I constantly see them making poor decisions or just being horribly mismanaged. #And like they're cops so I'm not too surprised but still. #And it's mentioned that the Nine attacking small towns doesn't even always make the NEWS! Holy shit. #Like I know things are bad #but “super villain serial killers murder dozens in a small town” not even getting picked up by the media screams “PRT coverup”. #So fuck them. #Also from a certain point of view Sundancer killed a robot toddler. Melted it down to nothing. Clearly she is the evilest person in Worm. \

[yakool-foolio]

how about Rain Code characters as Pokemon? (I think Vivia should be Meowstic and Fubuki is shiny Sylveon)

This was a fun question to explore! To help narrow down my choices, I decided to stick with a type for each character that I feel reflects their personalities most (so the gym leader rule except this time it's just one Pokémon I'm choosing). The character's primary type will be listed next to their name! This is mostly going off of a Pokémon's design and Pokédex entries in order to figure out what each character would be. I'll stick with talking about the NDA for now, but maybe some other time I'll do the Peacekeepers and train gang as well!

Yuma (Fairy) - Sylveon! this is mainly based off Ultra Moon's entry that describes Sylveon's ability to sense its trainer's emotions when its ribbonlike feelers are wrapped around their arm. Fits very well with Coalescence! Sylveon are also known to quell fights, and it can even stand up to dragon Pokémon. Speaking of which...

Yakou (Dragon) - I've always switched between whether Yakou would be a dragon or normal type, especially when considering him just as a trainer. But there's a very easy solution when deciding who he'd be as a Pokémon: he's a Drampa! Drampa is kind and compassionate, but will not hesitate to fight to protect those it loves. It can be surprisingly destructive when angered, so don't get on its bad side.

Halara (Psychic) - Another Eeveelution, this time it's Espeon! Mainly inspired by Ultra Sun's entry that its precognitive abilities were sparked from the need to protect itself. I know Halara is all about postcognition, but it seems the only psychic type that can look into the past is Xatu, but it doesn't really jive with Halara personality-wise. So Espeon it is!

Desuhiko (Electric) - Come on, how can I not choose Pikachu for this guy? Especially since they share the same rosy cheeks and are also known to cosplay! A perfect match!

Fubuki (Flying) - This might be a bit of a stretch, but I think Fubuki would be a Togekiss. These Pokemon are renowned as signs of good luck and only visit peaceful regions. Fubuki uses her time-rewinding to avoid conflict, aligning with Togekiss' avoidance of strife. I also think Togekiss' rarity to appear could harken to her being holed up in her family's mansion for so long.

Vivia (Ghost) - Hisuian Typhlosion was basically made for Vivia. Its a purifier of lost souls and guide to the afterlife. While it may often act more mellow than its purely fire type counterpart, it's known to lose control of its emotions when angered enough and unleash ghostly flames that appear as ferocious beasts.

#shinigami could be her own dark/fairy pokemon lets be real #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yuma kokohead #yakou furio #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #vivia twilight

[baizhoobies]

congrats on 200 followers! ^o^

here’s my submission for the matchup event :3

i’m 22 my pronouns are she/they and i’m bi so gender doesn’t matter, i would like to choose genshin impact and bungo stray dogs as my fandoms!

about me: my mbti is ENFP, i’m a sagittarius sun, my lunar zodiac is a dragon, i’ve played violin for over a decade and have a deep love for all types of music (and i sing a lil too!), i’m a textiles major who likes to sew and cosplay, aaaaaand i have a love for history (especially the 1800s) :D

sorry if these were too random haha

I match you up with . . . ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Bram Stoker | Bungo Stray Dogs

Okay, hear me out. You guys are like sun and moon. Bram has been surrounded by nothing but bullshittery with the Decay of Angels, so having someone like an ENFP around him, would honestly be refreshing. As much as he is a sleepy head, he would appreciate your energy. Sagittarius suns are known to be extroverts, lively and enthusiastic - as much as he is the opposite of that, I feel like you’d balance each other out.

A big big reason why I paired you with Bram is for your musical talents. Its no secret that Bram’s weakness is music, so the fact that you not only can play the violin, but also a singer, makes him swoon. He would get you to either play the violin or sing right next to his coffin - either to put him to sleep or to simply hear you play.

As you are a huge fan of history, particularly the 1800s, Bram would be a perfect muse for you as he literally lived through it! Any questions you have regarding that era, Bram would answer. He may find it a little curious as to why you are interested, but he would answer honestly and to the best of his ability.

Please for the love of God, sew his coat up. Its literally in tatters and something tells me that he refuses to get rid of it. Something about ‘too much history’ behind it. So if you offer to sew it up, he may be hesitant, and maybe even refuse at first. But if he sees your talents first hand, he may let you. And when you do, he is smitten; he’s soooooo going to walk as if he’s on the catwalk, hair flipping and everything.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Yun Jin | Genshin Impact

So unlike Bram, you guys match with similar energies. Although she is dignified on the stage, she is very friendly and extroverted with the right people. The main reason why I paired you with Yun Jin is definitely for your musical talents.

So imagine this, she asks you to play the violin at one of her performances! Though of course her style is primarily traditional, she would adore to have her significant other there with her, and performing with her. Speaking of history, if her opera performances are historical based, the two of you can talk about the history to your hearts content!

As you mentioned your singing talents, imaging song rehearsals together. Yun Jin would encourage you to sing along with her, or to simply hear you sing. I can see her watching you proudly, rose tinted glasses and all. If ever you had any performances of your own, either singing or violin playing, she would absolutely pay top money to watch you.

SEW HER AN OUTFIT!! My goodness she would love it. For her performances, she would love to wear anything and everything that you sew her. Yun Jin would admire the fabrics you use, the artistry that went into creating the garment, and would be smitten with any little details you would include. She comes across as someone who might enjoy cosplaying too, no canon reasoning behind it, I just get that vibe!

A/N: Thank you for your submission! ♡ also, I made sure to look on a few websites regarding ages - all characters I include in my matchups are over 18 :)

#Baizhoobies matchup event #BSD Bram x reader #Bram stoker x reader #Yun Jin x reader

[thewolfwarriors]

15 Years of HTTYD! ANNIVERSARY POST!

tl;dr: Ive been in the fandom since the far off ancient year of 2007 so this is a brief reflection of all that

Posting this today on the Winter Solstice, an important day for the Vikings, seemed fitting. Expand for the full text (there's pictures too!)

In the Winter of 2007, my middle school English teacher took us to our weekly Thursday trip to the library. I'd check out any book with the word 'dragon' in the title. I came across How to Train your Dragon by Cressida Cowell and immediately checked it out. I became so obsessed with the book that I learned the hard way that you can only recheck out a book so many times. Thankfully, my parents had given me some money for Christmas and took me to Books-A-Million after the new year! I think the specific date was Jan 8th.

To my ecstatic delight, there was not one, but THREE BOOKS now! After buying them, we went to Cici's Pizza and I had to convince my parents to let me bring them inside. I promised them I would be careful not to get any pizza on them.

I carried those books around with me daily! They were always with me at school. They got scratches all over the covers but they were my friends so I always had them around. I made so many stories of my own through them.

I have this memory of my dad walking into my room while I was reading How to Speak Dragonese.

"You're reading that again?" he asked.

"Ye...."

"We need to get you some new books." was all he said.

It used to say Mew on the inside of the cover before I decided to put the date down instead. That was my first internet name from my ye olde Neopets days. I named myself and all my characters that because I was so bad with naming.

I came up with Mew (now Mewgull) as my first HTTYD OC! She was the an heir to a large kingdom and she turned into a wolf ( I was obsessed with Wolf's Rain and nu-metal AMVS ok? )Then came along her brothers, the Dreadful Drones and the Wolf Warriors as a whole, my first LGBT+ characters (that I can remember at least) and many many more. Mew became my first mascot for my art and eventually I made my own "fursona" (before I knew what that was) based off her.

Annnnnd of course, tons of fan art, animations and even a Doomfang fursuit head. Most of this stuff was lost to time but some I was able to keep! I'll be uploading what's left of my old artwork here soon! I plan to do some redraws as well! ^_^ Some are already on my ancient sarcophagus of a deviantART account

For memories and funnies: here's my Fishlegs cosplay for "Dress up as your favorite book character day" at school! I don't know if it's embarrassing or endearing but hey, man, it was 2012.

I made the helmet and the necklace myself! I kept the luck lobster claws for a long time but I guess I got rid of them. :( Maybe in the future I'll make another pair! And yes, that's my Horrowcow I'm holding! Thanks mom for takin the picture!

Anyway, if you stuck around this long, I sure do appreciate it. These were all some of the many core memories I had and I love talking about them. I'll probably have many more sentimental ramblings like this in the future (... Sure hope "the Dreadful Drone" doesn't take on a new meaning) and of course, my old art. I'm really happy with how well of a reception my art was got on here so far. Thank you all.

Until next time, Peace.

Signed,

Mr.Hatman aka Mew -Dragonologist, Wolf Rain's AMV lover, System of a Down/KoRn fan, Poke'mon Master, Cosplayer, Irken Invader, the most Random Epicest Artist xDDDD :3

#httyd #httyd fandom #httyd books #how to train your dragon #httyd how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon books #childhood #fishlegs #httyd fishlegs #httyd nostalgia

[ask-de-writer]

SEE STORY (Part 2 of 5) A tale from the World of Sea

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Sea is a colony assumed lost somewhat over a thousand years before this tale opens.  They were sent on a one way trip, not knowing that there was no land at all on the whole world of Sea.  Thus, aside from humans, NO CREATURE OF SEA IS IN ANY WAY ITS NAMESAKE.  They were simply named for a superficial resemblance to some Earthly creature by the early colonists.

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“You.  I never much thought about this before, but your name is different from everybody else’s. I have never, in all my seven Gatherings, heard you named anything but just Cat.  How did you get named?  Who were your father and mother?  Did you come from a different ship?”

“Oh, ho!  You want another tale from me, do you?”

“If it will answer my questions, yes,” Kurin snuggled more closely, seeking the caring of contact, and prepared to listen to something about a person that she knew, instead of legends from long-ago times.

“You will have to get off my lap, then, for I have some things to show you.  Come down with me to the boat shop, because the beginning of my tale is there.”  

She got up, taking Kurin’s hand, and went aft to a companionway.  Without warning, she scooped up the child with one hand and leaped forward and down into the darkness below.  She grabbed the upper sill of the sliding door with her free hand, converting their plunge into a swing that landed them lightly on the deck below, about ten feet forward from the foot of the companion-ladder.  Kurin looked shocked for a moment, then laughed.  

Making their way forward through the dimness of  ‘tween decks, they came to the boat shop.

“May we enter your shop, Juris?” Cat asked.  “I want to show Kurin something.”

“Kurin, eh?  I have seen you about, little Miss.  Come in, but do as you are told, OK?”

“Thank you, Master Juris.  I will do as I am asked,” Kurin replied, and entered the shop with Cat.  The room was brightly lighted by translucent panes in the hatch that made up much of the ceiling of the shop.  The air was full of the stench of glue-fish and drying strong-skin.  Fine parings of strong-skin and bits of dried glue littered the floor.  Three small rowing boats for fishing were upside-down on portable frames with forms that controlled the shape of the boats as they were built. The only tools not neatly in their places were clearly in use.  Kurin took it all in with deeply interested stares.  Cat went to a corner and untied a tiny boat, only about three feet long, from the overhead.

“Do you read yet, Kurin?”

“Only a little.  I sound out some words.”

“Good.  Read what is written here on this little boat.”

“M.. Me … Ca … It says Mecat!  It has the Great Sea Dragon’s name on it!”

“True.  We don’t know who wrote that name there.  Perhaps it was someone who wished harm to a blind baby.  Maybe, someone who was asking the aid of the Sea Dragon. I would wish that it were the latter.  An infant, near death from thirst and hunger, was adrift in this little boat. No ship will admit having done it.  

“However it was, I was born sightless, and cast adrift on the Dragon Sea, of the far North, not too far from where we are now.  By luck alone, I was found by a ship named the Longin, blown off her course by a storm.  They could have passed me by, or having taken me in, they could have voted to return me to the Sea.  Instead they kept me.  I do not know my father or the mother who bore me.

“What is your full name, Kurin?”

“Kurin Behar Longin.”

“How was it given?”

“My mother,” Kurin looked sadder, “gave me my first name.  My middle name is from my father’s family and my last name is my ship, where I was born.”

“Good.  Use that knowledge to name me.”

“No mother name,” Kurin’s small brow wrinkled as she thought, “no father name, only … .” Her eyes widened as she realized, “Just the ship name … and all you have is … not even a ship … just this little boat with the Great Dragon’s name!   You are Mecat!  Cat is short for Mecat!  Isn’t it supposed to be awfully bad luck to name someone for a Dragon?  You’re the happiest, busiest person on the Longin!” She hugged Cat, eyes shining with tears almost on the edge shedding. “I’m sorry, Cat.  I didn’t know that you couldn’t even have a whole name.”

“Good for you,” Cat replied, returning the hug, silently glad that Kurin had finally found something besides her own sorrow.  “The Captain and crew had the same quandary that you just did.  They could have lied, and just given me a name, but honesty won.  

“My first word was not mother or father, it was Mecat, the same Dragon’s name that was written on this little boat.  When people spoke to me, it was all that I answered to.  For better or worse, it is my name.  Because that name might bring such bad luck to the ship, I have never been enrolled in the crew.  When I became old enough to understand how uncomfortable my name made other people, I shortened it to Cat, but I do still bear the Dragon’s name.  It is the only past that I have.  

“I may not know what craft I came from, or who bore me, but I am very sure who my family is.  I was raised by Alor Heyes Dolthin, our Captain’s mother.  He became an older brother to me.  Because I was not in the crew, there was nothing to bind me to any position, so I worked in all the shops and jobs.  I was raised by the whole Longin. Now, I do whatever needs doing and assist whoever needs help, anywhere on the ship.

“Are your questions answered, now?”

Kurin thought for a bit, absently kneading a handful of fine dust-like Strong Skin scrapings and glue drips, which were not yet fully set.  “I think so, Cat.  Thank you. Look at this!”

She held out the wad which had taken the shape of her closed hand, and rolled it into a long string. “See, the glue holds the rest together and before it sets you can make things out of it.”  With growing sureness, she shaped it into small Strong Skin fish.  “I like that, I’ll let it set that way, and have a toy.”

“Very neat.  You have put in all seven gills.”

“How can you see it, Cat?”

“I don’t know how to tell you.  If the Dragon took my eyes, she gave me a feeling for everything about me.”  She brightened and reached to a tool rack with the sureness of one long familiar with it, which she was.  “Here is a scraper, a rocker knife and a burnisher.  Put them where you wish on the bench.”  Kurin, now curious, did so.  “Close your eyes and put your hand out and touch each one.”  Concentrating only a little, Kurin touched each tool while her eyes were shut.  “There, you see, you can already do some of what I do.  Even I don’t know why I can remember where some things are.  I sometimes know where things are that I have never been near.  It is like remembering where everything is, and what shape it may be.”  Wistfully she added, “I wish that I knew color, too.”  While Cat was speaking, Kurin had picked up the tools and replaced them carefully in their proper places in the rack.

Cat turned her head to Master Juris.  “You may have found your new apprentice.  See what she has done?   Will you take her on?”

“Gladly, if she consents. Kurin, would you like to work here in the boat shop?  You could be doing real work, instead of play chores.  Would you like that? Besides boats we make parts for the rigging and much else.”

“You mean it?” Kurin asked, eyes shining, “Silor isn’t apprenticed yet, and he’s several Gatherings older than me.”

“I mean it.  Silor is careless. I doubt that he has what it takes to be good at a Craft.  That fish shows neat work with attention to detail.  That is what I need.” Glancing meaningfully at the tool rack he added, “You know how to keep a work area tidy, too.  That is important for good work.”

“Enjoy your work, Little Fish, I must go now,” said Cat, giving Kurin a parting hug. “I am needed in the rigging to help with some maintenance.”

Cat swarmed hand over hand up a mast-stay to the foremast top to help replace a worn king block.  It was important to replace the big pulley before something broke or jammed.  It carried most of the weight of the lateen foresail, nearly as large as the mainsail, allowing the sail to be raised or lowered for furling in bad weather.  Deftly, Cat spliced the new block into place, while two other sailors supported it.  Temporary lashings from the top spar to the mast top, pulled tight, took the load off of the old block.   Cat cut the shrunk-on lashings that held the old pulley together, separated the parts, and allowed the cable to come free. The new block was already separated, so that the heavy rope could be put in.  This was the dangerous part, because fingers could be crushed if anything slipped.  The rope went in safely, in part because of Cat’s strength, lifting and rolling it into place, and partly due to the care with which she did everything.  Wet lashings were applied to hold the block together, Cat drawing them so tight that much of the water squeezed out.  Once they were dry and shrunk, the lashings would not weaken again by getting wet.  The block was now ready for its load, so they released the temporary ropes and lashings.  

Done with her part of the job, Cat leapt away from the mast and snagged a line part way down as she fell, sliding along it to the deck.  The two crewmen left aloft stared.  “Brant, will you watch that?  Graceful as a sea bird.  It still bothers me some how those blank eyes of hers never look quite at me when she talks and never look at what she’s doing.”  He had turned, as he spoke, to the patient fid work needed to loosen the splices and knots that had secured the old king block.

“I know, Nint, I know.  Can’t really blame her for not looking at you. But me, now, that’s plain foolish.  At least she always has a ready smile and a pleasant word.  Know what gets me, though, is how she never has to look to put her hand on whatever she needs.  

“I couldn’t have jumped for that rope and I got eyes.  It would have taken both of us to get that line into the block, too.  Name or no, I’m glad that she’s on this ship.”  As he was speaking, Brant, too, had gone back to work, securing the lines needed to safely lower the old king block and its securing ropes to the deck for salvage. Little on the Longin was ever wasted.

“I have to wonder, though, what we are doing so far north of our home waters.  We haven’t been in the Dragon Sea for nineteen Gatherings, since the storm that blew us up here, just before we found her.”

“Scuttlebutt is that she asked the Captain to bring us up here.  Promised to make us even richer. Haven’t seen much to support that, though.  The fishing has been poor since we got here.”

Nint shaded his eyes, and looked south.  “Look at those bare topmasts just at the horizon.  Been our ‘little shadow’ for over a week out there. I’ll tell the Captain we’ve seen it again.  I wonder which ship has followed us so far?”

Cat went back to the boat shop by way of the galley.  Kurin was busy scraping smooth the hull of a new fishing boat.  Cat did not disturb her. “Master Juris, may I speak with you outside.  I have brought some fishcakes to snack on.”

“Certainly, Cat.  There is no present rush on any of the work under way.”

They went up on deck and sat on the down-haul line tub, by the mainmast.  The fishcakes were lightly salty-sweet, steamed just right.

“I wanted to thank you for taking Kurin in as apprentice, as young as she is.”

“These are good.  She has a gift, that child.  Maybe more than one gift.  She uses tools as if they were a natural part of her hand.  I can only think of one other that started using tools as young as her.  Yourself.  It’s I should be thanking you.”

“There is another reason.  You know that Murin Behar died in his sleep several Wohans ago.  What you may not know, is that Kurin’s mother, Lissa, seems to have died inside from her grief. She no longer has any time or caring for Kurin.  The child has her own grief, and needs something to fill her days, until she can fill them for herself, again.”

Master Juris looked thoughtful. “I see.  Poor tyke is sailing in the dark.  We’ll just have to help her stay on course until it gets light.”

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With the exception of the furled topsails, the square-rigged sails of the Grandalor were stretched tight by the wind, heeling the ship lightly to starboard.  She needed all of those sails just to keep up with the Longin, which was not trying for speed.

“Captain Barad, Sir,” said First Officer Timms, cautiously, “I am not questioning your decision to shadow the Longin.  Everything that they do prospers, and I can see wanting to cut in on their trade.  What I’m getting at is, we’ve seen nothing of value, yet, and we are going to be hard pressed to get the Grandalor to the Spring Gathering on time.”

“Yes, Master Timms,” said Captain Barad, “The Spring Gathering of Ships is to be held in the tropics this year, under the full moonlight of Carsis, Dorac, and Wohan.  All three moons are going to coincide in fullness for the whole five days and nights of the Gathering.  The Dragon Moons only happen once in about a thousand Gatherings.  That is what makes it so special.  If I can take them down a peg and spoil it for them, I will.”

“Sir, perhaps we can take their Luck.  The mysterious Lady of the Longin’s Luck is nearly due to marry off of her.  Few have seen her, far as I know, because she rarely leaves the Longin at Gatherings.  Supposed to be a great beauty, though.”

“Master Timms, that is a good thought.  The Longin was  an ordinary ship before they picked up their Lady of Luck.  Since then they have never been caught in a storm that did them harm, whatever the damage to other ships.  They get the best fishing waters.  At the Gatherings they get the highest prices for their goods, and the best matches for their young folk. All of this, they attribute to their Lady of Luck.

“Do you know her name, Timms?”

“No, Sir. Can’t say I’ve ever actually heard it.”

“I had to make inquiries to find it out.  It’s Mecat! They named her after the most dangerous of all the Great Sea Dragons!  All of their ‘luck’ will certainly turn on them!”

“Sir, I’m sure you’re right, and it would be fine if we were the ones to turn it.  Still, we must alter course to the south, and soon.  The crew is getting worried.  They know that we are on ship’s business but they want to know what that business is.”

“Master Timms, since when has the crew of this ship ever had any right to know ship’s business?  Let them fret.” Barad laughed and thought of all the treasures in his hoard.  What the crew did not know could make him richer yet.  “We will close with the Longin and see what we can learn, up close.  Then we will make all sail for the Gathering.”  Cupping his hands Captain Barad called, “Shake out all sails!”

The crew scrambled to the rigging and soon the rattle and snap of canvas taking the wind announced the tops’ls and the extra jibs and spinnakers being set.  Beneath a cloud of canvas the over three hundred feet of ship surged forward.

The Grandalor sailed up to within hailing distance of the Longin, loitering along on partly furled fore and mainsails.  The Grandalor’s hailing drum thundered from the distance, “Ahoy, Longin!  Captain Barad Maks seeks permission to board.”  

Replying the same way, the First Officer of the Longin, Alys Korin, told Clard, the Master of Drums, “Tell them, in the name of Captain Mord Halyn, come aboard and be welcome!”  The hailing drum began its high-pitched booming reply. It was a long drum, open on the end opposite the head, and mounted in a swivel.  It would send strong, directional pulses of sound ten times the distance of a voice and megaphone.

As an aside, Alys added to the cabin-child, next to him, ready to run errands, “Go, Bron, and request Captain Halyn’s presence to greet his guest.”  With a quickly sketched salute, Bron was off.

In moments, Captain Halyn was on deck, smoothing the pleats of his finest shirt of bleached mussel fiber with hand made lace of natural fibers in four distinct colors, black, tan, brown and a rare, clear amber.  This lace had made much of the Longin’s fortune in trade, for none could reproduce it.  It was a closely-held secret that none of the Longin’s crew could make it, either.  Only Cat made it.  The secret was hers, alone.

“Barad Maks, welcome to the Longin,” smiled Captain Halyn, extending a hand.  “You were expected.  What may we do for you?   You have come far from your home waters.”

“Mord Halyn,” seriously replied Captain Maks, omitting the title, as was proper in a meeting between equals and taking the proffered hand, “there is much to discuss, and some of it will not await the Moons of Gathering.  You also are far afield from your home waters.  This is a sea that no ship claims …   May we talk more privately?”

“Certainly, Barad.  We can use my cabin, and have some food and drink while we do.  You must understand a Law of the Longin, though.  I can make no deals in secret.  The whole of the ship’s crew must approve of any deals that I make, by a majority of 60% or better.  That understood, we may go to my cabin.  Shall we?”

They settled themselves in the cabin, and began the talk.  “Mord, I am puzzled.  You said that I was expected?  How did you expect me?”

“My sister told me that you were coming, and our lookouts have seen your bare topmasts for over a week.”

“I see …” Barad’s brow clouded briefly, then cleared again, “your ship is also far north of claimable waters.  What are you doing here?”

“Barad, we are carrying out ship’s business.”  This was a polite rebuff.

To be Continued

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[ooops-i-arted]

Watched Dungeons & Dragons for a third time, had a few more costume notes for Holga:

There is definitely no back closure on her chest armor. I looked at it every single shot I could and there's nothing, only the holster for her axe. The closure is either the straps holding the elk badge on her chest and/or something hidden by the elk badge. For a cosplay, I would probably use velcro or something underneath.

The shirt does not appear to be hemmed in any way, there's loose threads and unraveling along the arm holes. The fabric is thick enough to hide any undergarments underneath. (If the majority of support isn't just from the corset, because it sorta looked like that when you could see the shirt from the way her chest moved under the fabric. But as a person with boobs, I know I'd need more support than that if doing action.) Maybe it's linen? I'm not knowledgeable enough on fabric, I'd need to wander a Joann's and see what looks close. Color-wise it's a greyish tone of off-white.

The corset is lined at the top with the same trim that goes across it in the front. I still can't tell if the bottom V-shaped belt is separate or a bottom lining for the corset since it overlaps/ties in front and the rest of the corset is divided asymmetrically in front. The corset is laced in back. I'm not sure which ones are real or false closures. As a cosplayer: illusion will be achieved velcro most likely.

The side armor thingies are made of four overlapping panels of leather or leather-like material. They don't flap much so are likely all attached to each other. There is definitely a strap that goes around her thigh to hold them. The rope belt holds them and the ties dangle down to almost her ankles.

It's difficult to see the pants but I think they're patchwork of very similar brown fabrics. There does appear to be a big seam down the middle of her butt.

The gauntlets only go all the way around on her lower arm. The hand piece has a single strap under the knuckles and the rest of her palms are open. The elbow pieces are likely attached but are held on to her arm by straps; the piece does not go all the way around.

Still not sure on a lot of details about the boots. But for construction purposes I think it may be easiest to wear boot covers and regular brown shoes underneath. Especially because that way I could put in the special insoles I need for decent foot support.

The bag she carries is rectangular with a flap on top. The strap is braided leather or leather-like material. I'd probably make it smaller for ease but I could easily sew in a hidden pocket to keep my valuables on me without worrying about pocket access on the costume itself. And still hold potatoes in there.

#dndhat #dnd movie #holga kilgore #holga #holga cosplay #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves

[reliaofdreams]

ok but real talk Dragon is valid for wanting to be free of her restrictions and Saint is a self-righteous NEET whose main career is voyering(?) what is in essence a minor across national borders with his merry band of war profiteers and illegal weapons technology but one of the foundations of any stable society is that an individual gives up personal freedoms for the sake of everyone getting along, like u could punch someone like say Some Loser Cosplaying As A Parahuman Tinker at any time thats a freedom that u as an individual with working limbs could exercise but ur not alowed to do that because society decided 10,000 years ago that breaks The Law and Basic Morality Based Loosly On Innate Sapient Emotional Patterns That Arise From Certain Stimuli. Along these lines, when someone does do something Bad, even those with the most physical/societal power like weight lifters and dictators, then there is always the implicit assumption (exemplified in practice over 10,000 years) that anyone can, with enough personal ability, friends, and luck, bring an end to the Lawbreaker and their Twisted Deeds (or at the very least, time itself will bring a fatal justice because human bodies fail ~100% of the time). So basically the confidence underlying every social interaction between two or more people is predicated on the assumption that either one could hurt the other but would ultimately be avenged either in this life (by governments/family/acquaintances/followers) or the next (by gods and other spiritual means).

What Dragon wants is to basically be able to have a giant rocket-powered plutonium-metal fist pointed right at everyones head and whispering in their ear “shh shh its ok mortal bby <3 i super promise i wont splatter ur whole upper half against the pavement and/or steal all ur stuff and/or send ur cringe Gacha Life clips that u made when u were a preteen to ur ex at any moment for my own benefit and/or amusement im a good guy desu-ne? *superior canadian dab*”

Like in a story where the main character ties herself in knots for 1.6 million words straight trying to justify how her violent retributions against anyone she labels a bully is more morally sound than those of anyone who hints that maybe, possibly, perhaps she should consume the eyeballs of only half her enemies du jour, its pretty rich to think that anyone on Earth Bet would under any circumstances but pure duress give carte blanche of all major communication, information storage, and public infrastructure for the rest of eternity to a single person who is unelected, unaccountable, unknown and most of all unassailable. And keep in mind, the major difference between a machine and humans/sapient AI is the ability to change over time so its practically guaranteed that someday Dragon would have a Bad Day and Do Something Morally Abhorrent By Most Standards like send my dead-gods-damned Gacha Life clips to my other ex in the same way a human who lived for a million years and also has infinite power will probably break a law (or what should be a law) at some point.

It would seem reasonable that if say, Joe Random On Some Street On The Other Side Of The World And Is Not A Cute Newfoundlander E-Girlfriend suddenly got a button only he could push which says “Press this to kill everyone on the planet who would not agree to you being the supreme ruler of the solar system also free Great Value Hummus for life” you and everyone else on said planet would slide tackle the poor, hummus-less fool in 0.3 seconds and subsequently slap handcuffs on him so he couldn’t press the button actually, because even if he super duper promises he wouldn’t (and even if he actually wouldn’t) theres NO WAY anyone of the 8 billion other sapient lifeforms would sleep well at night until he’s firmly entrenched in the single sickest game of keep-away the world has ever known. Like would YOU be mentally ok if Joe Random also would outlive u and ur grandkids and ur grandkids’ grandkids and their dog and it was impossible to put cuffs on him or even have a guard in the same room as him or even look at him to see how close he is to caressing that lil switcheroo? Man would be on that free hummus harder than Taylor Hebert in a self-delusion contest.

(And yes most of this also applies to nuclear weapons in our world yass sword of damocles slayyy queen hang harder girlll uwu)

OK so like if its bad to put restrictions on Dragon because it limits her freedom and its bad to not have any restriction because it makes an untenable power dynamic then whats the right answer?

NONE, WRETCH!! (that I know of anyway) all I know is if I was Dragon I’d want no restrictions and if I was a human on Bet I would want restrictions soooooooo post-hoc emotion-justifications for the win, I suppose? idk lol im very tired

#worm #worm parahumans #wormblr #parahumans #worm dragon

[snarp]

Dream probably made up of notable figures from the last few Tumblr posts I encountered before falling asleep:

Me, Jadzia Dax, and the historical Hassan-i Sabbah are trying to bust the fourth member of our adventuring party, Spongebob Squarepants, out of federal custody. This is time-sensitive because - while Spongebob is currently being held in some shitty makeshift "alien holding cells" in an empty part of a Library of Congress basement that had to be emptied out due to moisture issues - federal agent Hideo Kojima is preparing to move him somewhere much more secure.

Due to the longstanding paranoia issues that led Kojima to take Spongebob into federal custody in the first place, he considers all three of our party members to be aliens, for reasons of varying validity. In my case, it is because I am a Dragon Age dwarf; Hassan-i Sabbah, because he has dyed his hair blue. ("No one expects a historical assassin to have blue hair.") Upon encountering a cosplay meetup, we decide to try to recruit them, in order to further confuse Kojima and overwhelm his understaffed operation.

This was my idea, but because my ideas in this narrative always fuck me over personally in some way, the organizer of the meetup turns out to be my longtime nemesis - The Duchess. While The Duchess hates Kojima for declaring HER an alien (she's maybe a vampire), and is thus very willing to help, the whole thing is just really awkward. She keeps licking me in an effort to create threatening UST, but that's extremely not my thing, so she just gets mad that I don't react correctly. (Plus she's always wearing Chanel No 5 which just reminds me of, like, my great-aunt.) I feel like Dax is better-equipped to handle The Duchess.

...Dax and The Duchess were herding the other cosplayers through the Madison Building metal detectors when I woke up. On reflection, I think that wasn't really Kojima. That was one of his failed clones. It was a Metal Gear joke. We should have gone on Twitter and asked the real Kojima for help.

#dreams

[arctimon]

New Pals from Paldea - A BH6/Pokemon Thread

So you might remember that I did another Pokemon post in regards to the Big Hero 6 team a while ago.  Since that one did relatively well (in my standards), I figured I might as well do an updated thread for the new Scarlet/Violet games.

By the way, the designs in this game are some of the best that I’ve ever seen in a Pokemon game, and I’ve been playing them since Red/Blue.

(Goes to show you how old I am, right?)

And we’re going to start with probably the most perfect one of all:

1.) Honey Lemon - Tinkaton

Sometimes you just find two pictures that go perfectly together, and you don’t really need an explanation.

There’s really no other type that Honey Lemon fits into better than Fairy, and the thought of HL getting mad and having Tinkaton swinging a giant hammer fills me with joy.

I’m still trying to find a shiny one in my game, but it doesn’t want to show up in a mass outbreak for some reason.  I could breed for one, but I need a foreign Ditto for Masuda breeding, and I don’t have the time for that.

2.) Baymax - Maushold

The pic I used had Minimax in it, and that was an unintentional side-effect just because I needed this picture sideways.

Also, Tandemaus/Maushold have a signature move called Tidy Up, and this seems like something that Aunt Cass would abuse to no end.

Can’t have Spikes or Stealth Rocks up around the Lucky Cat Cafe.

3.) Hiro & Captain Cutie - Palafin Zero and Palafin Hero

Now you’re probably thinking “Why is this Hiro and not Fred?”  Well, I like the idea of giving the Hero Pokemon to the leader of the team.  Plus, Palafin is OP in his Hero form, just like Hiro is in his Captain Cutie form.

Plus, it’s purple in its Shiny form, which is perfect again for Hiro.

You know how I know this?

Oh...no reason.

4.) Go Go - Cyclizar

Another obvious one, and I’m sure Go Go would love at have Miraidon as well, since it’s more futuristic for her tastes.  Special mention also goes to Varoom (the Steel/Poison engine Pokemon), which I’m sure Go Go would ride around with just like the Team Star captains.

Just don’t dress up like Mela.  The boots are way too big.

5.) Wasabi - Tatsugiri & Dondozo

This one is more of a headcanon thing, since I have Wasabi working at a sushi restaurant in my stories.  Plus, giving him a giant Water/Dragon that can basically Shell Smash without any downsize is my way of giving him the long straw.

6.) Fred - Armarouge/Ceruledge

The two new Pokemon evolving from Charcadet with armor items go to the guy with the armor/costume.  I know that, like above, giving him Palafin would be the easy way out.  I also know that he would totally cosplay as these two if he could.

...At the same time.

7.) Nemona Karmi - Pawmot

@iamaddictedtocoffee​ doesn’t seem to care for the particular comparisons between Karmi and Nemona, but I can’t unsee them.  And how perfect would it be for Karmi to get a cute, Electric/Fighting Pika-clone?

With Iron Man-like repulsor hands, apparently.

You should totally get Scarlet/Violet if you haven’t already; they’re easily the best games I’ve played in a while.  In the meantime, try not to imagine HL whirling around with a giant hammer made out of her purse.

Maybe Hiro can make one for her...

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #hiro hamada #honey lemon #wasabi #fredzilla #go go tomago #karmi #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #giant hammers abound #pokemon

[inkofamethyst]

July 28, 2023

A month from today, I'm moving away. Maybe for good. It feels weird to think about. And a little sad. Like, I know I'll always be able to come back and visit (and I most certainly will), but the visits may become shorter, less frequent. I wonder if/when I will stop considering this place to be my home. That's a strange transition. Like thinking about how, one day sometime in the past, one of my parents set me down and then never picked me back up again. I was a kid who could be carried until I was not. I am a member of this household until I am not. And I mean I'm still holding on to my identity as a Person Who Lives Here. I don't intend to change my state residence, so I'll still vote here even though I'll live several states away. I'll pay my taxes to this state. I think it's because leaving the nest, like for real, is a scary thing to do. I sort of cosplayed living as an adult in my college apartment. Paying rent, cooking for myself most days, buying groceries. But whenever I wanted, I could still go back to a place where there were people looking out for me. That's not really an option where I'm going. There's no convenient emotional safety net just half an hour away there. Just me. Alone.

Part of my really wants to get packing. I'm so incredibly excited. The rest of me is stuck in a bit of paralysis because I'm also a little anxious.

So there's a bit of ~drama~ happening on tiktok where some elegance creator (I don't consume elegance content, a lot of times it seems to have eurocentric undertones, among other things, that make me uncomfortable) made a video about how lining your lips with a dark color and putting gloss on top is not elegant and she exclusively showed examples of black women and then, to say the quiet part out loud, she said that she didn't understand why people were so obsessed with having "massive" lips. Of course, of course, people took her to class, including the ever-elegant classy fav Jackie Aina, and she hasn't as of yet issued an apology. Anyway that's never been a lip style that I've tried, but I gave it a go with a Dose color combo that I always thought was too ashy to use but too expensive to throw away, and it looks so good??? With a good blend between the colors, it actually feels super sleek. Anyway, I now have an alternative to just wearing basic single-color lips (for whenever I decide to stop wearing masks all the time, I guess).

Today I'm thankful that the two movies I saw today, They Cloned Tyrone and Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves were both supremely fun. The first one was a bit of a whim with my parents, and under all the vulgarity there really was a thought-provoking message. The second one I've wanted to see for ages, and I liked it a lot!!! Very DnD :)

[veryimportantsparkles]

Hey so I’m making a bad decision.  Meet Grenadine.  Now, part of me doing this third Leaf Green run is to get Bulbasaur, Ivysaur, and Venusaur for my living dex over in Fire Red.  Right.  Last time I resetted for a female Charmander, so I was able to breed Eliza and Konstantin with minimal issue.  I didn’t push for a female Bulbasaur.  Caesar is male.  So if I’m getting two more dex spaces out of him I’m going to have to Ditto-breed him.

So in my fun little gijinka project, it’s already awkward enough to take two freshly created humanoids and tell them they’re required to make babies for my otherworldly purposes.  It’s even weirder with Dittos.  I haven’t even been keeping track of which starter eggs came from which Dittos.  There’s a whole bunch of Mudkips and Turtwigs on my files that are effectively orphans because their mothers don’t exist and their fathers never noticed there was an egg.  (And then there’s Tortue, who has a Ditto parent and an adoptive mom.)  I feel like I want to do it different this time and see if I can make things better.

So, meet Grenadine.  They’re a Ditto caught specifically in the Leaf Green file that Caesar is native to.  Like Eliza and Konstantin, I have inducted Grenadine into the team, with the intention of taking them up to the championship, with the hopes that it sparks a natural relationship between them and Caesar.  I’ve cleared Victory Road and I’m currently trying to level grind them up to about level 60 before I try the Elite Four.

Dittos are not meant for fighting.  This was a bad idea.  I’m effectively going in with a team of 5, with one dead weight who can maybe stall for a few turns while I throw revives and full restores at everyone else.  The best I can hope for, maybe, is a little bit of chaos in the Lance fight since Dragon-types are weak to Dragon-types.  I don’t actually think that’s happening though.  Grenadine will not be helpful.  I’m still doing it.

So, I made them a gijinka design.  I’m trying to have fun with it.  My favorite anime character has always been Duplica, so I’m using her episode as inspiration for a cosplaying Ditto gijinka.  Grenadine walks around wearing a copy of Caesar’s jacket, and when they transform they keep a little Ditto-colored flup of hair as a tell.

So the team, unless I give up on this Ditto thing, is as follows:

Caesar the Venusaur

Rex the Charmander (everstoned)

Tortue the Squirtle (everstoned)

Fujiko the Hypno

Snow Pea the Butterfree

Grenadine the Ditto

The pre-E4 grinding is going to act as a timeskip, and next time we see them all they’ll have older-looking designs.  So it will not be weird and cursed for me to try and make Caesar and Grenadine go on dates.  It will be normal an wholesome.

#doodles #leaf green gijinka journey #pokemon #gijinka #grenadine #ditto

[1-up-chump]

For more unpopular opinions: titans are stupid. Fucking stupid dumb and unnecessary. An excuse cop out for making the elder gods antagonists bc we cant have epic and nice things, same reason why we couldn't keep dark raiden.

A fucking endurance round against all the gods in one last hurrah of fighting would be sweet! Kronika ngl made me wanna sleep, there was nothing about her that made me feel good about killing her besides wanting the shitty story to end faster.

Shang tsung was bc he was the original bad guy, shao kahn was notorious for his shit talking, shinnok for being a fallen elder god, onaga for being a fricken dragon dude!

Kronika is just some egg cosplaying thanos, shes like someone tried to make shinnok but in reverse but messed up greatly. Shes wasted potential just like cetrion. She could've have more elder gods than just cetrion on her side. Cetrion was far too weak in character and wasted potential to be a threat. And then to just drop "they're related to shinnok" AND THEN PRACTICALLY DO NOTHING WITH THAT INFORMATION is just so disappointing!!

If kronika was in the background more than i would've liked her more bc of mystery. If cetrion ended up being the ultimate bad guy with good intentions i would've loved it (to show that even order and life can be negative and not good) would've loved showing something like "maybe shinnok had a slight point to his madness if he had to deal with this for eons"

But no we got "titans acktually are the big bad guys and they were always here and everything else that was established from the beginning is pointless bc uh.... i just quickly browsed the wiki so uhh give us money plz look new skins ooo look shang tsung is back"

Playing mk 11 was like i was playing 10 but someone was jangling keys next to my head to keep me playing while also handing me a cookie in the shape of shang tsung's face which was tasty but ultimately still condescending, time and money wasting, and annoying.

At this point i dont even wanna bother with this supposed mobile game coming out.

Wake me up when shaolin monks remastered comes out

#rant

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

I like that title!! I like the All's Fair(e) part because I love a good pun, and besides its Martyn so he'd approve of that/lh

What do you think some of the others would do at the ren faire? What would they dress up as/where would they work, all that!

Assuming we're working w a Life series cast-

BigB, Lizzie, and Cleo are all fairies (bc of Last Life) and go around doing typical fae things, like dousing ppl in fairy dust (glitter (color coded to each person)), and conning ppl through loopholes. Lizzie hand made all their wings and flower crowns as it was her idea. Tho Lizzie does have an after hours gig as a fortune teller.

It'd be easy to say Joel plays into the Shrek bit but the idea of him and Etho running around as pirates? Boat Boys?? Immaculate. Flawless. They pickpocket (from friends (they give everything back at the end of the day)) and frequently get into sword fights in the most inconvenient of places. Joel says he's the captain but does whatever Etho wants to do in a heartbeat.

Pearl runs a little soup stand in full Red Riding Hood get up. The soup is fantastic so ppl don't get too mad when she tries to get them to overpay. Impulse - who goes around in full dwarf and/or dragon cosplay depending on how lazy he's feeling - drops by sometimes when Pearl needs help w some heavy lifting. She's usually capable tho.

Speaking of! Would it be too on the nose to say Impulse is usually hanging around Skizz and Tango? And that Skizz literally shows up to the faire dressed as a whole ass angel w the big fluffy wings and everything?? I don't know what Tango would do - maybe something related to Create Mod? A little steampunk-y Tango standing on a corner or in between booths with one of those bags that opens up flat and it's loaded w pocket watches and other trinkets? Maybe.

Oh! BDubs is also another guard of King Ren. Yes he has the moss cloak and is terrible at sword fighting, but he has an uncanny sense for danger and is great at finding escape routes. Speaking of Ren, he plays into the werewolf thing. Meaning that under his crown he's got some wolf ears, under his cape is a tail, and when he speaks and grins you get a glimpse of giant canine teeth! It's a cool Easter egg for anyone who looks close enough and definitely hasn't sparked any rumors around the faire.

I don't really have any ideas for Grian, Scar, Mumbo, and Jimmy. And I don't think I've missed anyone,,, Skizz and Tango are up for revamping if we come up w anything else! Those were just off the top of my head.

#should i make an answer tag? #roxie-roo #all's faire au

[legendaryevokercupcake]

I have an idea for a tiktok but I don't have the cosplay yet so I'm posting it here.

(In the amulet, the day Mikell becomes just another host)

Mikell Bright: Are we alone?

Jack Lumineaux, as that is what he has always been: For now. Maybe forever.

You wanna know a secret?

Adam thinks he made Bright, with all his rants and his hard won lessons. 'Excise your doubts, James!' 'Be what they fear, James!' Like everything was the same as when mom left.

But he didn't make Bright. You did.

(ALTERNATIVELY, in my Vyranoth redemption AU for Warcraft)

Sabellian wins and Wrathion runs away, then feels the need to prove that he isn't evil so he sacrifices himself to lock the Vault of the Incarnates with Iridikron's ghost inside. Between his vanishing and his reappearance, he goes to the Shadowlands and meets Malygos. They chat a bit, discover a bunch of similarities between themselves, and repair Malygos' view of the Black Dragons somewhat. Wrathion's first thought when the vault door closes is "I forgot to tell Mal where I was going" so that's why Vyra is talking about Mal.

Wrathion, locked in the Vault of the Incarnates: Are we alone?!

Vyranoth, in a visage that no one other than Malygos even knew she had: For now. Maybe forever.

Wanna know a secret?

Talonixia thought she made Malygos with all her rants and her hard won lessons. 'Excise your doubts, Mal!' 'Be what they fear, Mal!' Like everything was the same as when Galakrond taught her.

But she didn't make Mal.

Your father did.

#warcraft #malygos #neltharion #wrathion #dragonflight #SCP Foundation #Mikell Bright #SCP-963 #Dr. Bright #O5-6 #O5 6 #Dr Bright #Jack Bright #Vyranoth #This is technically part of #World of WAPcraft