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faline-cat444 · 2 years
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The amount of packages that showed up initially seemed a bit concerning but two of those boxes were cleaning liquid and these were mostly in the envelopes
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engshoujosei · 1 year
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The Dragon Knight's Beloved 
4 volumes in English as of 4/18/2023. Ongoing.
Licensed by Seven Seas
Melissa is a maid-in-training at the royal castle, where her greatest joy is caring for the majestic steeds of the royal Dragon Knights. Her coming-of-age ceremony is fast approaching, and with it comes the need to decide what path her future will take. Melissa shares a special bond of friendship with Commander Hubert, the handsome knight who rides the mightiest of dragons, but their relationship is about to get complicated. Newly returned from a dangerous mission, Hubert makes a shocking request: Would Melissa pretend to be his lover, and move to his country estate, where wild dragons roam?
Status in Country of Origin
6 Volumes (Ongoing
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Based on a Light Novel
Dragon Rider/s
European Ambience
Fake Couple Becomes Genuine
Fake Fiancee
Female Protagonist
Handsome Male Lead
Kidnapping/s
Kingdom/s
Knight/s
Male Lead Falls in Love First
Older Male Younger Female
Pretend Lovers
Web Comic
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fymbmangaboys · 1 year
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NEW RELEASE:
THE DRAGON KNIGHT'S BELOVED VOL 4
CANADA / US
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MESSAGE FROM ABOVE Melissa and Hubert have professed their love for each other. They’re a real couple, the dragons are happy, and everything is peaceful. However, their joy can’t last forever. A messenger from the royal capital comes with orders for Melissa to relocate. The dragons don’t want to let Melissa go! Will the friendship between dragons and humans crumble over Melissa?
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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[ “SOMEBODY TOLD ME”]:
BREAKING MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME. SEVENTEEN TRACKS AND I’VE HAD IT WITH THIS GAME. A BREAKIN’ MY BACK JUST TO KNOW YOUR NAME—BUT HEAVEN AIN’T CLOSE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS.
— The Killers, Hot Fuss (2004)
Princess Rhaenyra’s insolence is wearing her stepmother’s patience thin. Queen Alicent is not ten years her senior, but even during her own sixteenth year, she cannot recall herself behaving so brazenly. She would never burst into courtly discussions in nothing but gilded armor and the underskirts of her riding leathers, awash in blood. (She would never be spotted in blood that was not her own, anyway. Alicent has never picked up a sword, not one that belonged to her.) Nevermind that Rhaenyra is attending to diplomatic affairs with bared teeth and scales, no—the crux of the matter is just that, her affairs. Rhaenyra is the Realm’s Delight, a beauty incomparable to any fair maiden, Alicent included. She indulges herself with appetite of a spoiled child, the confidence of man, and the pickings befitting only to her royal blood. Criston Cole. Daemon Targaryen. Harwin Strong. Laena Velaryon. She’s full of love, isn’t she? That selfish, foolish girl. What does Rhaenyra Targaryen know of love, of duty? She is a child in so many ways—she thinks killing makes her a man, thinks the throne is hers despite being a woman, thinks she can have her knight and her uncle and her protector and Laena Velaryon in one fail swoop. She’s wrong. She doesn’t know herself half as well as Alicent does. Alicent, who sees her for what she truly is, who wants to see all of her and more of her and none of her. Alicent has been stolen into the Keep by her own father—both of their fathers—but Rhaenyra is the key to this place, is the window to everything barred. Rhaenyra Targaryen has a dragon. Rhaenyra can fly.
That’s what Rhaenyra had promised her once, with her lips pulled back in a grin, exposing the white of her teeth like the violently radiant creature she was. “Perhaps when you grow tired of plotting against me, we shall ride on dragonback together,” she had said. The tease.
Alicent had yanked her into an empty corridor by the silk of her sleeve, ready to chastise her for her ill behavior. Conversing with the lords and ladies of the court at a feast was one thing, but chattering about her bloody encounters in battle over the pudding tureen were another. The lord at her elbow was going green. Alicent’s own face was likely red; her heart raced whenever Rhaenyra got like this. Alicent had never seen the battlefield—only seen battered men in dented armor and the slumps of corpses lined along dirt roads in the aftermath of war—but her own imagination terrified her like nothing else.
(Rhaenyra is better with a sword than half of the knights in Westeros, and more lovely than the lot. Her reign has not yet begun, but already the commoners flock to her—lured in by tales of her beauty and fine hair—and soldiers would follow her into battle. Alicent would not follow, but she would watch and bite her nails down to the quick.
She thinks of the figure Rhaenyra cuts in full armor, the heat in her gaze underneath the slots of her helmet. Alicent remembers the weight of her own hand in Rhaenyra’s—which was gloved—when the princess rode up to the spectators box and grasped it in her own, bringing Alicent’s knuckles to her lips. She thinks of Rhaenyra murdered in the sky, skewered with another man’s sword, plummeting to the ground, torn in half, streaking crimson across the clouds. Alicent would scream, or cry. She might laugh. She would throw herself from the window of her tower. Rhaenyra’s bloody exploits terrified Alicent for reasons she could not identify, and excited her for reasons she refused to.)
“I’d sooner be confined to the castle for the rest of my days than get on the back of that bloody lizard,” Alicent scoffed. Rhaenyra only tucked her hand over Alicent’s, where it was resting on her forearm. She flexed her fingers, moving to release her grip on the dark fabric, but Rhaenyra intertwined their fingers and held them fast.
“You’re confined already. You are already accustomed to such a thing. I know you. But—”
“But you forget yourself. You think you’re invulnerable, Rhaenyra. You don’t know who you are.” Alicent intends for it to be a sneer, but instead it comes out quietly, and too gentle for disdain. She can’t know. Rhaenyra is as trapped as she is, but they’re trapped together. They belong together. She belongs with Alicent.
“I am Rhaenyra Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne and all of Westeros. I am a dragonrider. I am—I am your daughter. In a way. Your sister, too. Your enemy. Your sword, your shield.”
“And what am I?” What else is left for me? Alicent wonders.
“My Queen. For now.” Rhaenyra cocks her head, and the gleam in her eyes burns like fire raining down. “When I am Queen, you will be my lady.”
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scribbleshanks · 2 years
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2 bugs make 1 big bug, thems the rules
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skitpost · 1 month
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unrelated to anything - i recently joined an in-person group playing dungeon of the mad mage!! having a REALLY fun time playing my creepy lil pinocchio cleric. twilight domain is crazy busted in any setting but especially a dungeon crawl!
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nyxofdemons · 6 months
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honestly my new niche hyperfixation in this fandom is tilla. i want to know SO BADLY about blitz's relationship with his mom i just KNOW he was the ultimate momma's boy. im banging pots and pans together man circus aftermath episode WHEN
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dingle-biter · 5 months
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More dragonsblood au schitzo scribbling!! (First one to recognize the scene gets a fat smooch on the head)
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eternalergo · 27 days
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sailorstarr-chan4 · 1 year
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DISCLAIMER: I PLACED SERIES LIKE FRUITS BASKET IN A SEPARATE POLL. Reason being? While it IS a fantasy (family cursed with zodiac animal spirits), it is also very..... grounded, more "magical surrealism" than full-blown "fantasy." You can find my "non fantasy" romance poll here (and yes, Fruits Basket won lol)
Because there's a bazillion romance anime out there, especially in the fantasy category, I limited this list to only include ones I'm familiar with (even while cutting several other titles that I love, alas). But I still set some ground rules so I wouldn't make the list too complicated, mainly that romance is central to the characters, theme, and/or story.
Things I deliberately omitted to make this list simpler:
magical girls
anything by Rumiko Takahashi
any standalone movies (Studio Ghibli, Makoto Shinkai, Mamoru Hosoda, etc)
most harems/reverse harems (listen, I couldn't NOT count Fushigi Yuugi)
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thehappiestgolucky · 1 year
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Ah yes my elusive bug-dragons au
Where I combine my life-long love of dragons with bugs because everything’s better as dragons. this is a simple fact
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vigilskeep · 1 year
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Voted Cousland x Morigan because of that one post you made ages ago about Cousland marrying Anora and getting everything, then leaving it all behind following Morigan through the Eluvian
omg i cant believe people remember that, i think that was the first one i did of that original run of dao ship asks... anyway so correct cousland/morrigan is soooooo good
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princessmacedon · 19 days
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He'd let the date slip past without realizing it, the previous year. She's probably finished that tin of candies by now– did she ever find out who had sent it? Either way, an identical package is left at her doorstep this time too, accompanied by a diminutive guardian to last even after the sweets have been consumed. Carved from wood by a hand still learning and more goofy than fierce in its mien, the wyvern is likely the true gift of the items delivered to the young princess of Macedon. Diligently seated atop a folded note as if to also play the role of messenger between sender and recipient.
"Happy birthday again, Princess. I never thanked you for the recipes you gave me back then, but I appreciated them very much. May fortune bless you this year as well."
This time, she opens the door, and finds the present she was waiting for. Oh, it was never a guarantee, and Maria would never dream of holding it against her mysterious gift-giver if he-- ah, they, whoever they are!-- did not make another appearance... but there is no denying the light dawning in her eyes when she spies, for the second time, a blue-bound box.
Wrapped by a yellow ribbon just the same as the year before last, Maria understands at once that the sender is just the same as well. Though the candies had long since been enjoyed, the tin now plays the part of another one of the princess's little treasure boxes; any such tin from this parcel will share the same fate, like as not.
But before that, she must take the gift inside, one hand curling protectively around the wood-carved figure with equal parts awe and admiration. Had it been made by hand? And the expression... hee hee! For someone who knows the reputation of Macedon and its fearsome wyvern riders, perhaps it falls a bit short of intimidating... but that is what she likes most of all. This way she can remember every day just what sort of expression she would like to draw to her siblings' faces!
Crawling atop her bed, she pulls box and dragon both into her lap, the note plucked instead. She brings it up, tilts her wrist, blinks once, blinks again...
"...hee hee!" And holds her presents to her tummy as she flops onto her back, giggling at the note overhead. "I got it right!" The little princess laughs, wiggling her hand around triumphantly. "I got it right, so we're friends now, okay? Heeheehee!"
(Not that Kris is there to object, but she hopes he wouldn't, anyway.)
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elavoria · 9 months
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WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @boethiahspillowbook, thank you!
I’m currently working on a little something for Pathfinder: Kingmaker that I don’t think I’m prepared to share here, as well as some Ama/Loghain intimacy that I would also prefer not to share here… so have a bit of what I was working on before that, which is Amaryllia and co. showing up to Redcliffe one last time in expectation of meeting the darkspawn horde, and finding some if not all of the darkspawn as well as Ser Perth:
“Lady Amaryllia!” he exclaimed, falling to one knee before her. He took one of her hands in his and placed a reverent kiss upon it; she blushed with pleasure, and he kept his hold on her as he met her gaze with ardent admiration and continued, “When I saw the lightning, I hardly dared hope it might be you. You have my deepest gratitude for the timely rescue.” “Oh, stand, Ser Perth,” she said, looking down at him fondly. “You know I am not noble.” “Perhaps not, but you ought to be,” he said as he stood and let go of her hand at last. “I heard about your performance at the Landsmeet.” Her eyes widened slightly, and she felt a pang of worry on Loghain’s behalf; he had been outshone and outmaneuvered, and she had no wish for that to be brought up explicitly. Instead of letting that worry show, however, she gave Perth a sweet smile. “Did you hear about the embarrassing spat I had with my dear friend as well,” she said smoothly, “or was that part left out?”
Tagging @nostalgic-breton-girl, @sheirukitriesfandom, and @dirty-bosmer, with no pressure. And anyone who wants to share of course! : )
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haharuspex · 1 year
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lagertha, my beloved, and her silly little redesign (i’m obsessed with an idea of curly head and her cute headband)
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swallowtail-ageha · 6 months
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Mhhh agamemnon sacrificing iphigenia gwyn sending filianore off in the ringed city parallels i am actually going insane
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