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r-aindr0p · 2 months
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Are there any fae-like creatures in french myths?
I know about the story of a giant black wolf that terrorized France back in the day, but that’s all I can remember.
Legends and stories including wolves are in fact really widespread in european culture since middle age ! But yeah the most well known in France is the Beast of Gévaudan which was described as massive ! (and the one from Le petit chaperon rouge/Little red riding hood)
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Concerning other creatures and fairies/faes in french legends and stories, we do have
Mélusine : fairies mentioned a bit everywhere in France, they are mostly described as women with a scaly tail lower body and are sometimes associated with mermaids or vouivres. (far from how they look like in genshin impact)
Vouivre : not to be mistaken with wyverns, vouivres are creatures described as snakes with bat wings, sometimes they are depicted having rear legs and wings (and they look very goofy like that imo). These creatures can be aquatic and in some descriptions, possess a big jewel on their forehead.
Tarasque : a creature from provencal legends, which lived in a swamp near Tarascon and terrorized and ate people. It's most popular description was of a big creature with a spiked turtle shell, six bear legs, horse ears, bull chest, lion head, a human face and a twisted tail. Legend says Ste. Marthe tamed the beast. (I swear they were just being attacked by bowser this is the same creature)
These are the one I depicted roughly in the pic above but there are many more creatures depending on the different regions of France ! (There's a lot of fairies and fantasy like creature in stories from bretagne/brittany) Some others that I find either fun or cool are :
Meneurs de loup : which translates to wolf leaders are people told to be able to talk to wolves and even transform into one, either because they are werewolves or they made a pact with the devil. (it's kinda giving spice and wolf vibes and I love that story sm)
Jambe crue/Came-cruse : Roaming in the Pyrénées at night, this thing is a single leg with an eye on the knee that eats people and runs very fast. (Idk why this one is so funny to me but oddly terrifying as well)
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symphonic-scream · 2 years
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Jocks Kwami Swap Moron Mobile CD's
(Aka playlists made for each Jock hero, based on what they'd listen to in the van. Featuring special names and cover art by @justanotherpersonsuniverse )
Crimson Beetle - Kim
Chartreux Noire - Alix
Kitsune - Kagami
Shell Shock - Max
Hornet - Chloe
Multimouse - Marinette
Hopper - Nathaniel
Basilisk Bleu - Juleka
Wyvern Rouge - Luka
Mustang Mare - Sabrina
Wishbone - Adrien
Tamarin - Lila
Bengal - Nino
Capricorn - Alya
Oinker - Marc
Oxenfree - Rose
Chikadoodle - Zoé
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So yeah! That's them! You can still send in songs if you think I should add them lmao
I hope you enjoy them!
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nieznasztejosoby · 1 year
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Soo turns out I havent posted any darkswap art in months ( i drew quite a bit just didnt post anything ) sooo im dumping all of the FE AU ( yes another AU of an AU ) so far at the same time ^^
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Shadow the trickster class ( a lot of characters have desings that dont really match thier clas but suit them )
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Blaze pegasus knight
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Sonic mage
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Maria dark flier
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Rouge wyvern rider
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Silver sage
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Tails manakete
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sonia War cleric
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Manic kinshi knight
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and the doodles of shadow and Rouge that started this whole thing
( i also drew Gamma and Ivo but i feel likei cloud have done better so im not showing it here )
the AU is still @darkswap
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pof203 · 9 months
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A Summoner Birthday
Previous post: https://pof203.tumblr.com/post/721721033177071616/a-summoner-birthday
Battle ahead.
Enemies:
Ruby Scale Wyvern
Emerald Scale Wyvern
Obsidian Scale Wyvern
???
Preselected Characters:
Lupin
Wakan Tanka∞
Kuniyoshi
Maria
Bigfoot
Selected Support Character:
Leader of the Beastly Tanuki Pack Gyobu
Story (Chapter 5 Part 2)
After the battle, you managed to beat off the rouge fairies.
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My. I didn't think they would attack us.
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It's no surprise. In the story, the good fairies looked after the sleeping princess until the prince could come and wake her.
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Heyoka prince. Maybe Heyoka can break spell.
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It wouldn't surprise me one bit. My Lupin is a prince to us all... Me especially.
Lupin: I'm happy to hear that, My Wakan.
You two brace each other happily.
Bigfoot: (happy) Bigfoot happy for Wakan Tanka and Heyoka.
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Let's go. The breaker is waiting.
You all go inside the castle to find the breaker.
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Inside, you look around for any sign of the breaker.
Wakan Tanka: Anything?
Lupin: Not yet. Let's keep looking.
Maria: (worried) ...
Bigfoot: (also worried) ...
Kuniyoshi: What's wrong?
Maria: We have a feeling that we're being watched.
Bigfoot: Bigfoot no like... Someone here.
Suddenly, he looks to see someone hiding behind a pillar. The stranger looks like they're ready to attack.
Bigfoot: (serious) Get down!
You all get down as a burst of fire come towards you. Then, the stranger comes out of his hiding place.
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! So, you are the poor simple fools who have come to break my spell.
Lupin: The evil fairy, I presume.
Evil Fairy: I won't let you win so easily.
The Evil Fairy snaps his fingers and some dragons come out. They blow fire at you which you all dodge... You're all shocked to see how quickly the stone walls melt at the flames.
Wakan Tanka: (shocked) That's a little too powerful, even for dragon fire.
Lupin: It must be Lucifuge. As the bad fairy, he must have used his magic to make the dragons stronger.
Kuniyoshi: Then we'll have to be a big stronger, too.
Wakan Tanka: (worried) I... I understand. My Lupin?
Lupin: (also worried) Do what you must. (smiling) Don't worry, I'm right here.
Wakan Tanka: (smiling) I know. Thank you, My Lupin... My Heyoka.
FLASH
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Let us move on.
Maria: I'm helping you, too.
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I'm in, too. Ready, Bigfoot?
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Bigfoot all set. Ready to go!
The battle begins.
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if this part is a little bland, I was starting to run out of ideas for this chapter.
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cinderedrose · 2 years
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I present to you Aconite, or in other words, Lupta Revan.
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I was patching up their story and now I have this:
(Note that I changed some names because luptas have a strict naming system and they have religious value. Changing ones name is disgraceful, remember that. )
Revan, originally named Evergreen, and their closest friend Alek/Malak trained to be hunters (very respected profession) when some Shadowdancers started attacking the neighboring wyvern species, Padure. Revan and Alek found this unjust, and the two gathered the rest of the hunter acolytes to fight them off. Queen Bouvardia forbid them from waging war on Aypa's Disciples, but they did anyways. The name Evergreen was dropped and replaced with Revan.
The two won the war, effectively defeating the rouge shadowdancers after 16 long years. The leader of the shadowdancers mentioned ancient cities and endless power. Revan and Alek sought out the ancient beacons their enemy mentioned and they abandoned Lupta customs to use the ancient artillery to invade Endless Waters (the capital). Little more than plans had occurred though, because the tension between Revan and Alek were high.
Revan had struck Alek with their claws in anger, permanently disfiguring the right side of his face. Revans actions fueled his disdain for his once closest companion. Right before Revan was going to invade the Capitol, Alek (who had renamed himself Molokai) attempted to slaughter Revan in cold blood, leaving them dying in a ditch.
A young inkblood named Crassula (Bastila) found a comatose Revan and she took them to Phaleo, a lupta exile and witch. The masked lupta nursed Revan back to health using Crassula's life force, though while doing so they peered into Revans mind and saw their plans to invade. Phaleo held little love for the common luptas of endless waters, but they feared Revan would slaughter their village to get what they want so the witch wiped their mind.
Molokai began his invasion, slaughtering countless innocent luptas. The small inkblood village feared for when Molokai would reach their homes and burn them to the ground, so they placed the renamed Revan, Aconite back into endless waters with Crassula when their travels were intercepted and Qconite goes to clean up Revan's mess.
(I'm trying to figure out a good name for Meetra and her relationship with Revqn still, but that's the au)
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pandoramusicbox · 2 years
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So I’m learning how to draw city maps, here are some of my practice maps these are all cities in scalpia
Map 1 ( incomplete) Rosera, a city of roses, it is located on the bordering regions between the dry lands and a region called the great green. The city often act as one of the last stops before travelers head into the dry lands and the junction market is filled with wonderful items that are from both the regions the city borders. Below the bluff the main city sits on are deep water holes and grottoes that are fed by underground freshwater springs. Windmills dot the land as well.
Map 2, Soatna. Once a city that housed dragons as evident by the dragon towers that where there once used as landing and take off platforms for dragons when such beast existed. In the current day the platforms are used by any number of flying creatures, like wyverns or harpies. The city is host to a train station and is located deep in the great green. The canyon the city is next to is mined for its resources
Map 3, atsia, a port city known for its pharmaceuticals and “toothpast” they make it’s a rather religious city, and prospers because of its port. The city is in the sea states region (this is the first practice map I made)
Map 4, norgat, a city that sits right next to the first layer of the endless forest. It is technically in the great green. The city is often used to train soliders that come from many of the surrounding countries. The city has a bit of a taild and werewolf issue. The rouge city was built to keep social out casts out of the main city walls. The current mayor is rather anti-magic but due to the high Fay population is still tolorent of forest worship. The city is home to a lot of water mill factories. They have a river boat to cross the river.
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suicideourstory · 2 years
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Suicide; Our Story
authored by Joseph M.
Chapter 8: Stories Cross; The Stories Crossed
“I ship fresh human meat; that’s a difficult opportunity to come by,” said the Brooklyn Butcher. “Sure, my business has had complications and setbacks in the past, but those are minor flaws.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s becoming unethical,” the principal said. “Picking nosy students: putting their noses where they shouldn’t be, in the back dumpsters and in the closets of our school kitchen; it’s just not right. Either we stop doing business together or you get your human meat cuts from somewhere else; one of your victims was found in the school dumpster. They were skinned, mutilated and their fingers were hacked off, and now the deputy sheriff has his eyes on us.”
“Then get his eyes off us,” replied the butcher. “Tell him something to ward him off. Give him an excuse like, ‘I’m too busy to be murdering a bunch of children,’ or, ‘Don’t tell me why they’re skinned in a dumpster; I wouldn’t know,’ something like that.”
The principal muttered, “One of our students knows too much. His name is Justin Williams, and he’s a close friend. Particularly, he’s close to you. He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”
Gripping his meat cleaver, the butcher grumbled, “Yes, but he isn’t in the way. He’s a minor obstacle in our business. If he finds out, I’ll butcher him too.”
Slobbering childishly over icky, gooey bubble gum, Detective Ridley said to my therapist, “The accusations of first-degree murder, assault and cannibalism are cleared. The police are looking at his boyfriend as a suspect though. Jasper’s fingerprints were found on a cleaver ditched at an old warehouse near the scene of the crime.”
“Perhaps then,” said Doctor Brannings, “Jasper might be the real perpetrator, wouldn’t you concede the same?”
Clicking his pen, the detective reasoned, “The blood on the cleaver was fresh when we found it several days ago. We examined the deoxyribonucleic acid, and it matched with the DNA of his school’s principal.”
I said, slinging my duffle bag around my shoulder, “A couple nights ago, I had a dream about an abattoir. I was skinning a dead cow, before I woke up; a couple nights before that, I had a dream I was in a detective noir, and several nights before, I was contacting a master who said his name was Kajira. Does that name mean anything to any of you, or does it have anything to do with this investigation?”
“Legends tell that Kajira mastered a form of light energy; supposedly he was able to conjure powerful visions of the past and the future. His sorcery was so great, but he was enveloped by The Undefeated Nothing, which mastered the antithesis of this unknown and light energy,” said Doctor Brannings. “The Undefeated Nothing drained his powers, and eventually swallowed him whole. This dark energy is seemingly manifesting every day within a lifeless corner of the known universe.”
“Dark energy is a trouble the good doctor is familiar with,” said Doctor Francos Mos-Gerran.
Doctor Brannings embarrassingly realizes, “I forgot to introduce you to my colleagues; him over there is Detective Ridley, the lovely gentleman over there in the white lab suit is my assistant, Dr. Bryce Jessman; he over there is Justin Williams, ex-patient of mine, and I’m Doctor Brannings, and to everyone, this is Doctor Francos ‘Cosmos’ Mos-Gerran.”
Doctor Mos-Gerran said, “What you call dark energy and bad vibes, we theorized to be an ancient darkness approximately three thousand years ago, called dritchen, and this dritchen is the cause to sin and the cause to despair and heartbreak; gluttony, sloth, wrath, envy, lust, greed and pride all stem from dritchen. But that was a myth—until now, and we’re in danger. So bring in the tarragon, dragons and wyverns, and drakes and giant flying lizards of mythos, because there’s a war on the horizon, and we need firepower.”
From a noir detective scene, to a hazy and tinted rouge abattoir, to a soft, beautiful meadow of cherry blossoms and cornflowers, with children sprinting through the fields, and bumble bees sipping surplus nectar from the moist flowers, and peacocks, flamingos, doves and robins swept through the trees, and the trivial chitter-chatter and babbling of happily clueless adults, then I stumbled into a lovely garden, with a familiar figure dressed in azure garments stamped with yellowish stars, and swaying robes and softly flowing brown hair, and their lovely blue eyes laid on mine, and led their hand led me through a lovely village, where nobody needed to toil for food, and she told me I was repentant, therefore absolved, and I could return to the earthly realm to seek soon peace, and I would return here when the time came, and soon be free of my nightmares, and I nodded, and the woman led me to the earthly gate, and I woke up.
“Suicide hurts people; millions of lives are taken every day, affecting hundreds of thousands of families,” said Vice President Torres. “To stop the suicide crisis, we must reject stereotypes, and accept kindness.” Of course, I knew he didn’t mean this. He was saying this to flatter himself.
Vice President Torres is a corrupt dictator, and he wouldn’t save a suicidal person. He spoke like this to warm up to the audiences; his “from-the-heart” ideas on suicide would be on their mind when they cast their vote, and he would become president. His words were nothing more than meaningless babble, trying to sway public opinions. Of course, I already had the shotgun pointed to my chin, so any talks of suicide prevention, whether by a corrupt ruler or a kind passerby, wouldn’t talk me out.
I was shaking; a river of tears poured from my dreary red eyes, as I perched over my bed, over moist, crumpled towelettes; over viscous bleach spilled on the marine-blue rug. Trembling like an injured, dying, roadkill-to-be, left to die on the gravelly highway that I wandered onto, I said, “Lord God, I tried to live, but there’s no other way anymore, with my boyfriend being a murderer and my parents dead, and now there’s a war against bad vibes, or something like that, on the horizon; and the school kids are bullies and the principal is dead; Lord God I tried to live, but I’m sorry, because I can’t.” I pulled the trigger, bang, thump.
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sassyduckqueen · 3 years
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I finally got round to drawing Phénix Rouge, Aroma, Dame and Snowbird.
I decided to make Dame's hair shorter as I felt like it worked with her look and Phénix's eyes are actually more red then orange but over all I'm happy with how they turned out. Also can you guess who Phénix and Aroma are?
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the-wereraven · 3 years
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My part of an art trade I'm doing with @rouge-raccoon!! <3
Have a Wizard and Snow Sugar Cookie from @rouge-raccoon and @basilgeest's Dragon AU!
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thethyri · 3 years
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⸻ ❝ Ɯﻨթร ❞  
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THE MENU. 𖦹 THE SWEETEST COCKTAILS. 𖦹 THE LIQUORS COUNTER. ₊‧
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❞
𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. GLITTERS AND GLOSS ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process. 𖦹. UNTIL THE END OF THAT WORLD *𖧧₊‧ Lost Lovers to Lovers, Soulmates, Reincarnation.
𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐈-𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. NÉON ROUGE ❛Reedition❜ ⊹˖˚‧ Threesome, Foursome, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism.
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⸻ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘𝐒 ❞  
𝐁𝐀𝐙𝐙-𝐁. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. RED HIGH HEELS *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐂𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. ECHOES OF THE HEART ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐖 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐉𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐙. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. SHATTERED HEARTS *𖧧₊‧ Multi-Chaptered Fic, Lost Lovers to Lovers.
𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. DELICIOUS ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process.
𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. WORTH THOUSAND OF KISSES *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
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⸻ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ❞  
𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. SUR MES BABINES ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. HONEY AND SYRUP *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process. 𖦹. LONELY SOULS IN A MIDNIGHT EMBRACE ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Roommates to Lovers. 𖦹. WICKEDLY WRECKED *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
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⸻ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐒 ❞  
𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐈𝐍𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. BUTTERFLIES STORM ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Outline in process. 𖦹. SWEET NECTAR *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. THE THIN TEETH OF THE SHARK ⊹˖˚‧ Multi-Chaptered Fic, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Lost Friends to Friends to Lovers.
𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐎-𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. NÉON MAUVE *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Threesome, Fivesome.
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⸻ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 ❞
𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. SPICY GIRL ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. MILKSHAKE, WHIPPED CREAM, HONEY, OOH ! *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. LACE AND RIBBONS ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Outline in process. 𖦹. VENOMOUS SNAKE *𖧧₊‧ Outline in process.
𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. LUCK OF THE DEVIL ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process. 𖦹. SLICE OF THE CAKE *𖧧₊‧ Outline in process.
𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. GLUTTONY ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process. 𖦹. STORM OF HEARTACHE AND LUST *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 ❞  
𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. THE WORTHY ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Wedding Night, Bedding Ceremony, Loss of Virginity.
𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. THE GREEN DRAGON AND THE BLACK WYVERN *𖧧₊‧ Multi-Chaptered Fic, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers. 𖦹. EBONY VELVET ⊹˖˚‧ Multi-Chaptered Fic, Angst, Outline in process. 
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐎-𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. SINNERS *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Threesome.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐒 ❞
𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍-𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐅. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. OH, MY LOVE, MY DARLING, I’VE HUNGERED FOR YOUR TOUCH ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐒 ❞
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. FLAMES OF LUST LASCIVIOUSLY LICK MY BODY *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. BEWITCHED ⊹˖˚‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐙𝐎-𝐒𝐇𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. NÉON VERT *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒 ❞
𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. OVER THE MOON ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process.
𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP *𖧧₊‧ Smut, Outline in process.
𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. WELL, I’M EVIL, SO DON’T YOU MESS AROUND WITH ME ⊹˖˚‧ Outline in process.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐒 ❞
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. TEAR MY HEART INTO PIECES ❛Piece Of My Heart Reedition❜ *𖧧₊‧ Smut.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐒 ❞
𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. RASPBERRY MARMALADE ❛Her Bright Raspberry Eyes Reedition❜ ⊹˖˚‧ Smut.
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⸻  ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ❞ 
𝐇𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. UNTIL THE MORNING DEW, VOL II *𖧧₊‧ Original Female Character, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe Everyone Lives Nobody Dies, Arranged Marriage, Past Alcohol Abuse, Alcoholism Tendencies, Tooth-Rooting Fluff.
𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. A STORM OF HUNGRY DESIRES, VOL I ⊹˖˚‧ Original Female Character, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe Everyone Lives Nobody Dies, Arranged Marriage, Political Alliances, Loss of Virginity, Canon-Typical Violence.
𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. HYMN TO LOVE, VOL IV *𖧧₊‧ Original Female Character, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe Everyone Lives Nobody Dies. 
𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍. ⊰‧₊˚・
𖦹. BLOOD OF MY BLOOD, VOL III ⊹˖˚‧ Original Female Character, Alternate Universe Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe Everyone Lives Nobody Dies, Broken Betrothal, Unwanted Pregnancy. 
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Flayn, after a wyvern ride with Seteth: Ugh, how do I get my ears to pop?
Alois: Maybe you should try putting some rouge on them.
Flayn:
Alois: Nobody gets me.
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symphonic-scream · 2 years
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I'm Making Playlists for the Jocks Kwami Swap au!
So, for anyone that may not know, at some point the gang ends up with a van. Mustang Mare (horse!Sabrina) drives it the most, and I mentioned once that she'd make custom CD's for each jock for when they ride shot gun
I'm making these CD's as playlists, and I'm open to suggestions! I'm hoping to get about 10-15 songs for each jock, and every playlist will start with said jock's theme from my own themes playlist. If you have any songs you think the jocks would listen to, send them in! I'll make a post with links to all the playlists when they're done too
For convenience, here's a list of the jocks for anyone that isn't caught up;
Crimson Beetle (Ladybug!Kim)
Chartreux Noire (Cat!Alix)
Kitsune (Fox!Kagami)
Shell Shock (Turtle!Max)
Hornet (Bee!Chloe)
Multimouse (Mouse!Marinette)
Hopper (Bunny!Nathaniel)
Basilisk Bleu (Snake!Juleka)
Wyvern Rouge (Dragon!Luka)
Mustang Mare (Horse!Sabrina)
Wishbone (Dog!Adrien)
Tamarin (Monkey!Lila)
Capricorn (Goat!Alya)
Bengal (Tiger!Nino)
Oinker (Pig!Marc)
Oxenfree (Ox!Rose)
Chikadoodle (Rooster!Zoé)
For more info on each jock or the au as a whole, check out my pinned post! I'm counting this as part of my 2 year anniversary special as well lmao
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snaill-dragon · 3 years
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Smaugust: hybrid.
These wyvern like creatures are not actual any kind of dragon. Rather, they are an artificial species of creature created in a lab by a rouge scientist group who wanted to make their own dragons. They’re a combination of bats and kinds of lizards. When the scientists we’re found out, people tried to capture the creatures to keep in captivity, however some escaped into the wild and they can now be found in some places in caves.
They are called Fools Drakes, named after fools gold. This is partially because of the gold markings on their back, but also because they are not real dragons like fools gold is not real gold.
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rouge-raccoon · 3 years
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(Amazing shading help by @basilgeest also partner in making the dragon AU🐉🍪)
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tatzlewurm meet pt2
As rougefort flew swiftly through the air eyes sharp enough to see the tree to find the pest a quick swift dive caught the spy with thier talons like an egale , the culprit  choking  seem to be in distress upon  face to face at  rouge, it was a taztlewurm a spitful feline serpant , "i knew i smelled some one like you here " rouge growled deeply angred
"Ack-ah phantom wait i can explain ! " the wurm exclaimed nervously as rougeforts claws digged closer to his throat rougefort tighten there grip "ack,,,brother please listen-" "DONT - CALL - ME - THAT,,,,,"rougefort growled angrily bearing fangs out as steam emenssed from there mouth  , "okay , okay,,," the wurm gulped
"Now tell me why were you spying on us " they hissed through there teeth "this is my territory , did one of THEM sent you to finish the job " "n-no no ive only come to warn you about them" he began , "tanza wants your territory a-and have you k-killed for good  ,, ,i had to sneak out to get to you an warn you" it wheezed nervously an continue " i didnt know you had a mate and cubs of your own here you should leave get t-them somewhere safe " rouge staring for a moment in silent and lossen there talon grip as the wurm exclaimed  breath , an rouge stayed quiet turning away from the wurm "they are not of my blood,," they sadly responsed " but i still will forever see them as my own and if you ever,, lay a claw on her and our cubs,,, i will tear your throat out and leave the vultures a feast in the plains" rouge codly threaten  "ah i wont i swear , id never lay a claw on either of them ! " the wurm said nervously , rougefort silent again , it was quiet for awhile as the night winds howled , the tatazelwurm eyes shifted around looking dread almost sad ,, and rougefort spoke " im not going to kill you, so leave before i change my mind,,an dont come back" they said in a intemidating growl , "okay,,, phantom i-" rougefort growled again, cutting him off , the tatzelwurm slithired away in to the bushes they watched as they leaved
Rougefort let out a sigh and flew back
(Part 2 done ! Hah drew an angry cheese wyvern right there hah ! Ah welp i hope what i wrote was okay again )
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puppy-prose · 4 years
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How about jaskier is a dragon and determines that Geralt is very much his mate. He wants to make it official by fucking on the summer solstice, as dragons do to get married/bond. Geralt, not knowing that he's Jaskier's mate, is v. Confused when the bard starts pawing at his clothes and whining for his cock and that talk about "make me yours Geralt" but is Very Into It once he realizes just what's going on
ahh my first request!! thank you so, so much!! i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!!
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Geralt was a witcher—a very good witcher. He could sniff out a bruxae from a mile away; he could track down a wyvern from only a few drops of blood. He knew the differences between rotfiends and ghouls and alghouls, he knew how many spikes were on a manticore’s tail, he knew how to identify and defeat hundreds of monsters, creatures, and beasts of myth. 
So, logically, Geralt knew he was a dragon. Jaskier was sure of it. Right?
He didn’t do a very good job of hiding it. How anyone thought he was human baffled him. He hoarded songs and scents, with his precious lite at the center of it all. Notebooks filled to the brim with lyrics and lines—not all of them his. Bags, once he had settled in with Geralt enough to trust him with it, that were always packed with oils, bath salts, and ointments. His temper, too, easy to flare, but easy to forgive. His affinity for shiny, pretty things. And perhaps the most damning of it all, the way he didn’t always act human. The half-raw meat that he never had a problem devouring; the way he always managed to find his way back to Geralt every spring without fail, no matter where on the Continent the witcher was. His unchanged youthful looks, years and years after they met.
So, Jaskier was reasonably certain, Geralt knew what he was. He’d simply not said anything because it was easier—because Geralt disliked honest and open conversations like that. So Jaskier didn’t bother to bring it up either, content in his companion’s silent acceptance. 
But truth be told, Jaskier wanted more. 
So he asked for it. Subtly, of course. Geralt wasn’t an emotional man—going to him and declaring his love wasn’t exactly an option. So Jaskier started slow, poking and prodding, testing his interests through his kind’s courting traditions. And when his first gift—a pair of gloves made from his own scales, the proud jeweled red dulled and dyed purposefully to keep Geralt safe when he was out stalking beasties—was accepted with a huff, a tiny smile, a roll of the eyes, and Geralt taking awfully good care of them, Jaskier knew his affections were accepted. Perhaps even returned. 
More gifts, more rituals followed. Ointments of his favorite scents, carefully diluted for a witcher’s nose, to sooth his dry hands. Intricate braids done during baths, telling stories in his hair; Dutch braids for devotion, crown braids for loyalty, fishtail braids for patience, lace braids for fidelity, with all of them begrudgingly left alone until the next time he desperately needed a bath. The vernal equinox celebrated together by getting awfully drunk on honey wine, procured from the fae themselves. 
And lastly, a final gift that could be an equivalent to a human’s engagement ring, he offered to Geralt a plaited bracelet made up of his lute strings, worn and representative of himself, a piece of his prized treasure and a piece of himself practically along with it. And Geralt? Well, Geralt accepted. He wore that bracelet every day, even if he pretended, quite transparently, to be only humoring Jaskier and nothing else. And that was that. 
They were mates. 
And today was the summer solstice.
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Jaskier was antsy. Then again, Geralt was of a mind that Jaskier was always antsy. Fidgety and twitchy, always moving. Like a hummingbird, he thought. It was as if Jaskier expected himself to die if he fell still for even a single minute. But no. This was a different kind of antsy. He’d been extra energetic all day. It was as endearing as it was annoying--though he’d never admit to it.
He’d been whining about leaving the city all day, too. The little bird, always ready to fly away when bored. Gods, Geralt had a hard time hiding his small smiles as Jaskier went on about the boring foods, as he tried to bother him into heading out to the next town as soon as possible. But he’d had to hunt, unfortunately; the city had been plagued with a manticore on its outer regions, and Geralt needed the coin. So he’d had the bard wait for him at the tavern, taken care of the issue, and came back in need of a bath. Jaskier, never one to turn down a bit of pampering whether it was for himself or other people, was happy enough to do so, and they left the city on Jaskier’s insistence in the late afternoon, Geralt’s hair pulled back into a dragon’s braid. 
While he’d expected Jaskier to calm as they got further away from the city, the opposite quickly proved itself true. He became more agitated, more twitchy. It prickled at the sense of amusement and content that generally followed him when Jaskier was involved, and as the sun was setting, Geralt finally pulled to a stop, leading them off into a copse of trees. “Go get wood for a fire,” he told Jaskier, hoping getting the man to sleep early that night would fix the issue. “I’ll find us something to eat.” 
Together, they set up camp. Geralt had a rabbit caught quickly enough, roasted it over the open fire, and the two of them ate. All throughout the meal, Jaskier jabbered as usual--but his foot kept tapping, his fingers kept rubbing together, his words kept stumbling over themselves. And as the sun disappeared beneath the trees, Geralt caught a whiff of burnt rosemary and sweat. For whatever reason, Jaskier was getting himself worked up.
With a frown, concern marring his brow, Geralt used the tip of his boot to push into the meat of Jaskier’s thigh. “What’s wrong?” he demanded, leaving no room for argument. He wasn’t going to allow the bard to wriggle out of this--not when he’d been acting strangely all day.
Cornflower blue eyes turned up to his. “What? Oh--s’nothing.” Jaskier smiled. “Just a bit nervous, I suppose.”
The witcher’s brow arched. “Nervous?” he repeated. Yes, he could smell that. But he hadn’t expected Jaskier to give that feeling up so easily. “What about?”
“Oh, you know.” Jaskier waved his hand at the sky, his eyes catching--glinting--in the rising moon’s light. “Today was the summer solstice.”
Geralt wasn’t following. He blinked. They’d spent many solstices together. Not winter ones; not yet. One day… But plenty of summer ones. “Why?”
Whether it was the right or the wrong thing to say, Geralt couldn’t tell. It drew a laugh from his bard, slightly hysterical though, and he suddenly found himself with Jaskier’s full attention. He didn’t have that very often. The little bird flitted about here and there; he paid attention to Geralt, all the time, but to put all of his focus on him? To see those blue eyes turn focused and determined, to feel Jaskier staring into his very soul? Yeah, that was a bit intimidating. 
“Silly witcher,” Jaskier replied. “This is why, of course.”
In the next moment, too quick for even Geralt’s senses to catch it--though that was likely due to surprise more than anything else--Jaskier was right before him. His breath got stuck in his throat--and then they were kissing. 
Gods, Geralt had dreamed of Jaskier’s mouth on his for years. He’d wondered what it tasted like--sweet like the wine he was so fond of? Fruity and full from his dietary preferences? Deep and heady as the forest that Jaskier continued to force himself into with dogged determination? But no. He’d been wrong. It was, somehow, all of those things, and more. 
He drew back a little for breath at one point, hardly registering that he’d lifted his hand to cup the nape of Jaskier’s neck, that his precocious little bird had pushed his way between his legs, on his knees before the log Geralt was sitting on. But Jaskier didn’t let him go for even long enough to open his eyes, dragging him back into another kiss. It was searing and hot, really hot, and he gave a soft, involuntary groan. 
Finally, though, Jaskier moved back. It was only so he could tug and pull at the leather of Geralt’s armor, swearing under his breath as he pulled at the stubborn closures, swaying close to him and interrupting his own progress. But even with Geralt’s head still reeling from the sudden makeout session, even with him bemused by Jaskier’s usually smooth seducing capabilities turned into him fumbling with a jerkin, he didn’t miss the fact that Jaskier did not look like Jaskier. 
Two horns, ivory, ridged in a spiral growing pattern, protruded from Jaskier’s head. They curved back and downwards towards his skull, before turning back up towards the night sky, the tips deadly sharp. Red scales were slowly emerging from his skin to smatter over his cheeks like rouge, like a glamor being revealed bit by bit, Geralt’s medallion not so much as twitching--ancient magic, powerful magic that slipped by even his detection. And he was fumbling, the witcher realized, because his nails had sharpened, those same jewel-toned scaled stretching up the backs of his hands, disappearing up the pale blue of his doublet. 
“Dammit,” Jaskier whined, impatience thick on him, the nervous scent already beginning to fade away. “Just want you to fuck me, and this stupid--this--fuck!” He turned his eyes up to Geralt, cat-slit pupils just like the witcher’s own blown in the dark of the night, wide with his desire. “Geralt, please,” he begged, leaning in for another kiss--a kiss that Geralt didn’t refuse. And not just because he was caught off-guard by the novel sensation of being kissed with a newly forked tongue. “Please,” he continued when they broke apart, rubbing his cheek against his like a cat, like he was scenting him, the scratch of the scales not at all painful, instead kind of… Nice? “C’mon, help me, please, need you in me so bad…”
A lot of things clicked together in that moment.
Jaskier’s quick loyalty. His ability to walk hours and hours every day, nonstop. His music, the notebooks that he filled and then sent back to Oxenfurt to be kept safe. The bag of oils and creams that Geralt had not been allowed to so much as touch until two years ago, while they’d been traveling together for over a decade. 
The gloves. The vernal equinox. The braids.
Fuck, the bracelet. 
Jaskier saw him as his mate. And he’d been courting him, quietly, without drawing attention to it, for months now. And here they were--Jaskier believing him to have accepted his claim, Jaskier looking to seal their relationship by bonding on the night of the summer solstice, tying them together by the ancient magics of the earth for many, many centuries to come. No wonder the poor bard had been nervous.
Geralt was sort of glad he only realized now what was going on, because he knew he would have been nervous, too.
The revelation settled under his skin with surprising ease. Vesemir, should he ever catch word of how long it took him to identify a dragon that had been living side by side with him for years, would tan his hide. But all Geralt could feel was relief. His little hummingbird--or, he supposed, his little dragon, now--wasn’t going to suffer a mortal’s tragically short life. He’d live for hundreds of years more, thousands even, if he didn’t get himself killed first. And Geralt? Geralt could have every single one of those years if he accepted this. If he chose to become Jaskier’s mate.
It wasn’t really a choice at all.
Geralt’s calloused hand took Jaskier’s chin between his fingers. He dragged him up into another kiss, swallowing down the keen that fell between them, and nipped at Jaskier’s bottom lip as they pulled away. “Needy,” he huffed, a smile twitching at his mouth. He dropped his own hands to his armor; it got tossed to the forest floor quickly, Jaskier’s hands immediately setting upon the pale, scarred skin of his soon-to-be mate.
Feeling a bit vindictive for the years that Jaskier had never outright told him what he was, Geralt got hold of the bard’s doublet. He jerked the edges of it, eyes twinkling in satisfaction as the buttons popped off, no chance against his strength. “Hey,” Jaskier reprimanded, the seriousness he intended to put in his voice severely undercut by the breathy way it came out. “I liked this doublet.”
“I’ll get you a new one,” the witcher replied. 
It brought a smile to his wicked, wicked mouth, and Geralt dove in for yet another bruising kiss. He pushed the doublet off Jaskier’s shoulders, the satin dropping into the dirt with as much care as his armor had gotten, and he managed to wrestle his chemise off between wet kisses. His mouth was red and wet when he pulled back; Geralt didn’t resist the urge to cup his cheek, to drag his thumb over the abused bottom lip. Jaskier, eyes dark, quickly sucked his thumb into his mouth. He had fangs now, Geralt noted absently, pressing the pad down onto his tongue until Jaskier was forced to open his mouth wide. He rubbed a small arc over the muscle, the dragon obediently still. It didn’t stop him from whimpering when drool pooled and dripped from the sides of his mouth, though. 
His thumb was soaked when he pulled it from Jaskier’s tongue. He looked gorgeous--pupils dilated and wanting, chin glistening from the spit, the red of his scales seeming to bleed into the rest of his face for the way his skin was flushed with lust. 
“Geralt,” Jaskier begged. “Please.” 
So Geralt went.
He wrapped an arm around Jaskier’s middle and pushed him back, back, supporting his weight to keep him from slamming into the ground, but none too gentle otherwise. The roughness seemed to excite Jaskier; he moaned and wrapped his legs around the witcher’s waist, those clawed hands finding purchase behind his shoulders. Geralt didn’t mind the sting. He licked his way into Jaskier’s mouth yet again, and then let his mouth trail down, exploring the other parts of him. His scales were rough against his tongue and he had to be mindful of the direction he went to avoid getting scratched; his jaw and throat were velvety soft and tasted of sweet orange and a deep earthy musk. Jaskier’s pulse fluttered under his lips, and he paid special attention to the edges of the scales that had appeared along his collarbone as well, the dragon shivering with delight. 
“Fuck me,” Jaskier pleaded. Geralt reached down between them; his hand was hot over top of Jaskier’s trousers, palming his cock underneath, making the bard’s babbling turn into high pitched whining, hips rocking up. 
“Be patient,” he scolded, biting into his throat, watching a bruise blossom there. What was the use in having a dragon as a mate if he didn’t indulge in his own more animalistic urges? Yes, by the end of tonight, he’d have Jaskier claimed just as thoroughly as Jaskier had claimed him. 
The bard stammered, bereft, when Geralt moved his hand. He forewent telling him to be patient again, instead hooking his fingers into Jaskier’s trousers and yanking them down, shifting until he could get them and his boots and his smallclothes off all in one go. More ruby scales wrapped around the outside of his thighs, dipped into the hollows of his hips--and his dick was definitely part of pieces of him that hadn’t quite stayed human.
Thick, red, ridged, and with a pointed tip, Geralt couldn’t help but smirk as he drew it into his hand. His little dragon cried out and he watched, fascinated, as a pearly few drops of precum beaded at the slit. It wasn’t anything like he’d fantasized about, when he’d taken himself in hand in his weaker moments when the bard was asleep, imagining what Jaskier’s cock might look like. But it was good, better than good, better than anything he could have dreamed of. Smearing his thumb into the wetness, he spread it down Jaskier’s cock, dragging his hand up and down the shaft. A few more drops appeared from the attention, and he did the same with those as well, slicking him up nicely. 
He dropped his hand away, then, to get rid of the rest of his own clothes. Most people didn’t like to see him without clothes. Certainly, they enjoyed his figure, but the scars--the crisscrossing of monsters’ marks, the hunts that had gone wrong, the people that had hunted him instead painting a gruesome picture across his skin. But with Jaskier, it had never been like that. He’d never been bothered. And, considering he was about to fuck a man with scales all over, horns, and a dragon dick, Geralt supposed he wasn’t bothered, either. 
Bare at last, Geralt dragged Jaskier’s hips up close. He wrapped his hand around them both, only just managing it really, and the both of them groaned at the sensation. Heat flourished between them and he jerked them off, stretching out over him to bite his stomach, his chest, his shoulders, his neck. Yes, Jaskier would be a patchwork of bruises come tomorrow morning, and by the way he jerked into each one of them, Geralt had no doubt that he was just as enthusiastic about that prospect as he was. 
But as good as this was, it certainly wasn’t what either of them wanted. So he let go soon, smirking again as he wiped the sticky precum on his hand onto Jaskier’s thigh. “Knees,” he commanded, leaning back onto his own so he could reach for Jaskier’s bag. Might as well use what he had there, after all. Being his mate meant being privy to his hoard. 
For perhaps the first time in his life, Jaskier listened to him. He keened but turned over, propping his hips up onto his knees. His shoulders pressed low, nearly to the dirt, and he rested his forehead on his wrists, the upturn of his horns just barely above the ground. 
Geralt came back to him with a vial of lilac oil. It was one of the ones he’d begun to create for Geralt--that was to say, the scent was heavily diluted, only just strong enough for a hint of smell in consideration of his nose, and perfect for their purposes. He uncorked the vial and used his knees to open Jaskier’s legs wider; his free hand pulled one side of his ass away, leaving him free to get at his puckered hole, where he then dripped the oil down onto. Jaskier gasped and lurched, the liquid no doubt cold, but the witcher held him firm. He lathered up his own fingers, set the glass to the side, and leaned over top of him, licking and kissing the dragon’s scaled shoulder blades as he slowly, slowly sank a finger inside him. 
“Geraaaalt!” Jaskier cried. Gods, if he was already this desperate, panting into the dirt and shivering with a single digit, Geralt couldn’t imagine how he’d be once he actually had his cock inside him. 
“Lucky this is what it is,” he huffed, dragging Jaskier’s ear into his mouth and relishing the cry that came from it. “Otherwise I’d gag you and tie you down, make you learn some patience.” The dragon’s response was to moan wetly, shoulders shuddering, his tapered cock twitching. 
Geralt pressed in a second finger, then. He kept his attention with those bites, scissoring him open, loosening him up. A third joined swiftly after; gods, they were mating, not just fucking. He was going to make sure this was good for Jaskier.
Finally, finally Jaskier was loose enough. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the vial again, using the rest of it to slick up his cock, the subtle scent sweet between them. His hands found Jaskier’s hips; the dragon’s stomach dropped down further, ass staying in the air. “Breathe,” he said kindly. He waited until Jaskier drew a shaky breath in, out, and then in again before lining up his cock and pushing inside. 
The cry of Geralt’s name was more broken syllables than anything, too loud and desperate to pronounce much of it correctly. “Fuck,” Geralt himself said, bending over the dragon. “Fuckin’ tight, Jask. Godsdammit.” He was so fucking tight, so hot around him, his body giving way each inch to the witcher’s intrusion. Jaskier could only mewl in return, his nails clawing into the rich earth, his sides heaving with each panting breath. 
He bottomed out, and stayed there for a moment. Being inside Jaskier was dizzying, wonderful; he swore he could feel the air turn lighter around them, easier to breath, sparks flickering underneath his skin. Was this the ancient magic, readying to bind them? Or was this just Jaskier, was it just the fact that finally, he could give in to the feelings he’d ignored for so long, the urges he’d repressed, now that he knew not only did Jaskier feel the same way in return, but that he wouldn’t have to face his demise in what would be, for him a blink of the eye? He wasn’t sure. And, well. Quite frankly, in this moment, Geralt didn’t really give a shit.
“Fuck me,” Jaskier finally managed to say. “Geralt, my mate, please, please! Breed me, fill me up, wanna be yours!”
The words shot through him and what little patience he had left quickly fled. “You want to be bred, little dragon?” he asked, fingers tightening, bruising Jaskier’s hips. “Fine.”
A single kiss to his throat, and then Geralt pulled out to just the head of his cock. In one smooth, brutal motion, he slammed back into Jaskier. It sent the dragon rocking forward a few inches--it sent him roaring, the mighty sound seeming to shake the very trees around them. It was fucking hot, Geralt had to admit, and he groaned before he did it again, and again, setting a merciless pace. He’d never been much of a talker during sex, but he found himself rambling now, bearing his weight down on Jaskier, driving into that tight, wet heat. 
“Like it, don’t you, Jask?” he asked, breathing too hard himself to properly bite for the moment, little strands of hair come loose from his braid and before his face, making him look wild, animalistic. “Wanna be bred like the bitch that you are. Fucked in the dirt. Look at you. Such a noble, proud beast. Taking every inch of a beast-slayer’s cock.” Jaskier sobbed, the sound wet, but he kept rocking his hips back into every thrust. They’d traveled together far too long; after the nights Geralt had been forced to listen to through thin inn doors, he knew better than anyone how rough, cruel words could reduce the bard to putty in any man’s hand. The best part? Now they were his hands. And there would never be anyone else. 
The thrill of the thought shot through him. Geralt wrapped his arm tight around his middle; his other hand reached up, grabbing onto the base of one of Jaskier’s horns. He used the leverage to haul him up, going back on his own haunches and making the dragon sit on his lap, his cock driving in deeper, brushing against the bundle of nerves so far inside him. Jaskier thrashed, his nails digging into Geralt’s arm, drawing blood; the witcher didn’t mind, holding him through it, keeping his head still even as he fucked up into him, unforgiving and fast. “You’re mine,” he growled. “All mine.”
Jaskier nodded quickly, gasping for breath, only just getting enough air each time to expel it in some noise or another. The tingling under his skin got stronger--definitely the ancient magic, then. Especially considering he watched as sparks of golden light glittering below Jaskier’s skin, barely noticeable, like the chaos was struggling to burst free at any moment. Geralt suspected he looked much the same. 
“Gonna breed you,” he promised, tightening his arm around him. “Mate you. Make you mine forever.” 
Without warning, he shoved them both to the ground once again. His cock drove into Jaskier and the dragon roared again; Geralt’s hands moved to grab his wrists, push them into the dirt. He used his weight, every inch of their bodies flush together, to keep Jaskier down. And, with the both of them getting closer and closer, he gave in to the beast side of himself. His teeth, sharp and pointed, sliced into the back of Jaskier’s neck. Blood welled up in his mouth immediately, copper and sharp, but he didn’t let go, Jaskier’s pained moan doing little but encouraging him, pinning him against the earth. 
It was too much. Jaskier’s sounds got louder, more desperate, more unhinged, before he screamed, his whole body quivering with the force of his climax. His cock pulsed as he came, streaks of white painting the dirt below and flecking onto his stomach above, too. It made his walls tighten around Geralt--and that was it. He was done for. The witcher growled and bit down tighter, his thrusts growing erratic, wild.
With a snarl, he came. He rocked his hips down into Jaskier as he filled him, splashing hot cum inside him, the dragon whimpering. The tingling grew in intensity for just a moment--and then it faded away, leaving him feeling whole in a place in his very soul he hadn’t realized he’d been empty beforehand. 
A few more little thrusts and then, with care, he slid his teeth from his neck and pulled his softening cock from Jaskier’s tired body. He grabbed a rag from one of the bags and wiped them both down, pausing for a moment to watch his own cum leak out of Jaskier’s red, loose hole and down his thighs, before getting them clean and, with effort, transporting them both into one of the sleeping rolls. 
Face to face with Jaskier, the poor bard blinking slowly, languidly, he couldn’t help but smile and lift his hand. His fingers brushed over the scales on his cheeks, utterly gorgeous. 
“Mm,” the dragon hummed, forcing his eyes to flutter open. “My mate.” Nothing could change that now. Not a mage, not a spell, not even destiny herself. Geralt was his, and he was Geralt’s. End of story.
The smile Geralt gave in return was soft, genuine. His golden gaze was gentle, and he gave a tiny nod. “Yes,” he confirmed, barely a rumble in the night air. “Sleep, now. You deserve the rest.” He let his hand fall to Jaskier’s side instead, holding him close. Jaskier gave a gentle hum, shifted a little bit closer, closed his eyes--and slept.
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➳ adorable partner is a menace on the battlefield | fluff | headcanons
     ↳ includes: ace, kid, law
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➳ baking with their partners | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: iceburg, kaku, lucci, paulie, mihawk
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➳ competing for the same dense person’s affections | platonic | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, luffy
➳ courting someone they’ve liked for a long time | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: killer, rosinante
➳ crush with draconic traits starts sleeping on their chests & growling at people | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: ace, law, zoro
➳ crush suddenly complimenting and hugging them | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, zoro
➳ crush suddenly gets very close to them | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, zoro
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➳ dealing with a partner who has fainting spells | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: marco, shanks
➳ dealing with a partner who has anxiety | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: crocodile, shanks
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➳ falling for a woman who’s just run from her wedding | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, shanks
➳ falling in love with a mermaid | angst, fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law
➳ fears and phobias | none | headcanons
    ↳ includes: bonney, heat, killer
➳ finding out their crush is contortionist | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: ace, kid, marco
➳ finding out their partner can turn into a wyvern | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: law, zoro
➳ finding out their partner “doesn’t like” celebrating their birthday| fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: bonney, kid, lucci
➳ finding out their partner has a great power but is weak while using it | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: law, robin
➳ finding out their partner is a siren | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: ace, kid, law
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➳ having a partner who is easily turned on | smut | headcanons
    ↳ includes: crocodile, doflamingo, law, rosinante
➳ how they would be with their pregnant partner | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: ace, marco, zoro
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➳ local “cryptid” joins the crew | platonic | headcanons
    ↳ includes: law, robin
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➳ meeting a cp9 agent who falls for them | fluff | scenario
    ↳ includes: ace, sabo
➳ meeting each other for the first time as adults and sabo doesn’t remember him | platonic | headcanons
    ↳ includes: ace, sabo
➳ modern au; finding their drunk crush sleeping in their bed | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, zoro
➳ modern au; getting drunk texts from their partners | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law
➳ modern!au job headcanons | none | headcanons
    ↳ includes: akainu, aokiji, dragon, garp, iva, kizaru, rayleigh, roger, rouge, and shakky
➳ modern au; making a move on their crush | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, zoro
➳ modern au; watching a horror movie with their partner | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: doflamingo, rosinante
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➳ partner develops walking pneumonia and collapses | fluff | headcanons
      ↳ includes: law, sanji
➳ partner giving them a classic striptease | smut | headcanons
    ↳ includes: lucci, mihawk, paulie
➳ partner has a df ability that is very powerful but leaves them defenseless | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: law, nami
➳ partner is a pirate | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: crocodile, katakuri
➳ partner teasing them in a stolen marine uniform | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, killer, law
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➳ random | none | headcanons
    ↳ includes: kid, law, paulie
➳ reactions when their partners touch their butts | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: gladius, zoro
➳ realizing they’ve fallen completely in love with their partner | fluff | headcanons
     ↳ includes: ace, luffy, sabo 
➳ relationship headcanons | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: aokiji, iceburg, marco
➳ relationship headcanons | smut | headcanons
    ↳ includes: katakuri, mihawk, shanks
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➳ their partner draws a very life-like portrait of them, but tricks them with a shitpost first | fluff | scenario
    ↳ includes: law, robin
➳ their partner gets turned into a man | fluff | headcanons
     ↳ includes: ace, law, sabo
➳ their partner is extremely ticklish | fluff | headcanons
     ↳ includes: ace, law, sanji
➳ their partner talks in their sleep | fluff | headcanons
    ↳ includes: ace, law, sabo
➳ their very kind partners have a fear of abandonment which causes them to say yes to everything | angst, fluff | headcanons
     ↳ includes: law, luffy
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➳ finding out Law’s crush is a talented multi-instrumentalist | fluff | headcanons
     ↳ includes: heart pirates
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