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forest-hashira · 5 months

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Noble Blood - Chapter Two

hello everyone! i really didn't think i'd have chapter two of this finished & posted so quickly, but i was feeling motivated, apparently, so here you go! some dragon rider au to start off your new year. if you haven't read chapter one, you can find it right here.

cw: gender neutral reader, more little kid shenanigans (sneaking out of the house), here there be dragons!!! | wc: 2.4k | read on ao3 here

Things were normal at first after Satoru’s birthday celebration. You still spent your mornings in the one-room schoolhouse with Shoko, Utahime, and Kento, learning reading, writing, math, and history from Utahime’s mother, while Satoru attended his own lessons at home with private tutors. You spent your afternoons running around the settlement with your friends, getting into mischief if Satoru was with you, playing games or running errands if he wasn’t.

After the night of the fireworks show, you often found yourself sneaking off to the peach orchard to stargaze on the observation deck. Most nights Satoru would be there already, staring up at the stars, acknowledging you only with a smile as you sat with him, pressed up together to share body heat as your breaths puffed out in white clouds before you.

The two of you spent many nights together like that, at first just silently observing the stars, though eventually he began to point out constellations to you and tell you their names; his favorite was Draco, yours was Hydra. You loved that he decided to share that knowledge with you, but it made you wonder what else his tutors were teaching him that you weren’t learning in your own lessons.

You quickly grew accustomed to this new routine – even found that you looked forward to the nights where you would be able to slip out of the house unnoticed – but the comfort you’d found in those stolen moments was shattered within a few short weeks.

Word had begun to spread through the settlement that there was a clutch of dragon eggs on the Gojo estate, and it was expected it was only a matter of days before they hatched. You had heard the rumor from a shopkeeper in town – who no doubt had heard it from someone who worked for the Gojo clan – and decided to ask your friend if it was true.

“It is,” he told you that night, his eyes sparkling with more than starlight. “It’s only two eggs this time, which is small even for our family’s dragons.”

“Are your parents going to take you to see them once they hatch?” Children didn’t typically start meeting hatchling dragons until they turned ten, but you thought maybe things were different for prestigious families like Satoru’s.

“No,” he sighed. “In fact, they’ve told me multiple times that I’m not to go anywhere near the roost.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not old enough.”

That seemed like a perfectly logical reason to you, but it was clear that Satoru wasn’t satisfied with it, and you knew him well enough to know he was most likely going to ignore his parents’ direct instructions.

“I’m going to sneak in to see them after they hatch.”

You let out a heavy sigh. “Of course you are.”

“You should come with me.”

That caught you off guard, and you stared at him dumbly. “...What?”

“You should come with me to see the hatchlings.” He tilted his head slightly as he looked at you, awaiting an actual response. “Don’t you want to see a baby dragon up close?”

“I-I mean, yeah, but wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

He just shrugged. “I’m not worried about it. They’ve never really punished me before.”

“But they might punish me if we get caught.”

His brows furrowed in confusion, and he frowned slightly. “Why would they do that?”

“Because I’d be breaking into their estate uninvited!”

“But I’m inviting you right now.”

You stared at each other for a few long moments then, his blue eyes searching your face for something, but you weren’t sure what.

“I don’t think your parents would count this as an actual invitation to the estate,” you said eventually, uncertain how else to get the point across to him. “All they would care about is me being there when I’m not supposed to be.”

“...So you’re not going to come with me?” He looked so disappointed you felt like you might cry, but still you shook your head.

“No,” you agreed. “I’m sorry, Satoru.”

He said nothing in response, just looked away, his focus on the stars again, like it was every night before this one. You shuffled closer, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes; for a moment, you could pretend that this was any other night you’d spent stargazing with him, and that you didn’t feel a little sick knowing you’d upset one of your best friends.

You didn’t see Satoru at all the next day, and he wasn’t on the observation deck that night when you arrived; the idea of staying up there alone after how you’d left things with your friend the night before just made you sad, so you’d gone straight home.

The next day, however, the snowy haired boy was waiting outside the schoolhouse. He called your name as you stepped out of the building, reaching out and grabbing your arm, pulling you aside and looking down at you with wide eyes.

“They hatched,” he said, and you knew exactly what he was talking about. “It was early this morning. I’m going to see them tonight.”

His tone was hushed and secretive, the words tripping over each other as they tumbled past his lips. It was then that you noticed how flushed his face was, his cheeks and nose and even the tips of his ears a bright red, despite the coat and scarf he wore.

After a moment, you realized he was trying one last time to get you to join him in sneaking off to see the hatchlings, without saying the words out loud. Your throat felt tight, suddenly, and you couldn’t bear the thought of letting him down again, so after a moment of hesitation, you nodded.

“I’ll meet you by the sakura tree in your courtyard,” you told him quietly. “If I’m not there by ten, my parents caught me, so just go without me.”

Satoru’s face lit up at your words, and he nodded, giving your arm a light squeeze. The gesture seemed to lift a weight from your heart, and you smiled at him. Even if this “plan” wasn’t well thought out and would likely spell nothing but trouble for the two of you, you couldn’t ignore the excitement already rushing through your veins; you were going to see hatchlings up close for the first time, and you were thrilled.

Unfortunately, that excitement was rather short-lived. Your parents, who usually turned in early at night, decided to stay up much later than you expected, sitting in the main room by the fireplace, sharing a warm drink and talking quietly to each other. You sat at your door the entire time, gaze flitting between your parents and the clock above the fireplace through the gap between the door and the doorframe, your hopes of sneaking out unnoticed dwindling with every passing minute.

Eventually, the clock struck ten, and you climbed into your bed. The deadline you’d set to meet Satoru had come, and you knew even if your parents went to bed now, there was no chance you’d be able to make it to the sakura tree to meet your friend before he left to see the hatchlings on his own.

Finding sleep was difficult after that, an uneasy feeling having settled in your gut, though you didn’t know why.

There was no sign of Satoru for days after the night he’d snuck in to see the hatchlings, and the uneasy feeling you’d developed grew into something sickening, your stomach churning every time you thought about what might’ve happened to him. Had he gotten caught sneaking out and gotten punished for once in his life? Had the mother dragon deemed him a threat and attacked him when he’d gotten too close to her brood? Had some even worse fate than punishment or injury befallen him?

The worry kept you up at night, tossing and turning, hoping you would see your friend again soon, and that he would complain about being grounded and confined to his chambers before telling you about the hatchlings. But none of that ever happened.

Instead, four days after your failed rendezvous, you received a summons to the Gojo estate.

A messenger from the family arrived at your house one morning, knocking on the door and telling your mother your presence was requested.

“They can go after school,” she said, and made to close the door before she was stopped.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid the young master is insisting on seeing them right away.”

Your mother glanced down at you where you’d begun to hover beside her, and after holding your gaze for a moment, she sighed. “We’ll be ready in a moment, just let us get our coats.”

The messenger looked a bit uncomfortable, a grimace on his face as he spoke. “Only your child has been invited. No one else is to accompany them, I’m afraid. Gojo-sama’s orders,” he rushed to add, when your mother seemed to grow indignant.

“I’ll be okay,” you told her, reaching up to take her hand for a moment. “I’ve been to see him before without anyone else.”

Your mother’s gaze was uncertain as she looked down at you once again, her features pinched together with worry, but eventually she nodded, dropping her shoulders and forcing herself to relax. “You’re right,” she sighed, giving a slight shake of her head as she turned away from the door, taking your coat from the hook it hung on and handing it to you. “Come straight home when you’re finished, alright?”

You nodded, pulling on your coat and promising to return after your visit with Satoru. You stepped outside then, walking with the messenger as he led the way back to the Gojo estate. The whole time, your mind raced with possibilities about why you’d been summoned to the estate, rather than Satoru just coming to see you himself, which he’d always seemed to prefer in the past. You were so lost in your thoughts, in fact, that you failed to notice you had reached the estate until you were being ushered through the front gates.

“Do you know your way through the house?” the messenger asked.

You looked up at him dumbly for a moment, then nodded, once you’d processed his question.

He nodded back slightly. “Then I will let you continue on your own. The young master is refusing to see anyone but you.”

You nodded again, turning away and walking towards the main house, though all you could think was Why won’t he see anyone else? Removing your shoes in the genkan almost as an afterthought, you stepped fully into the house, heading down the hallway you knew led to Satoru’s chambers.

It didn’t take long to reach his door, and you knocked lightly on the wooden frame. “Satoru?” you called. “It’s me.”

“Come in!” he called back, and after a beat of hesitation, you turned the knob and pushed the door open.

“Close it behind you,” Satoru siad, his voice coming from the other side of the room, behind the privacy screen that separated his bed from the rest of the room. You did as you were asked, pushing the door shut until it clicked before crossing the room to reach your friend.

“Satoru, I’ve been so worried about you! What happened with the hatch—”

The words died in your throat as you stepped around the privacy screen, only to be greeted by the sight of Satoru perched cross-legged in the middle of his bed, the smallest dragon you’d ever seen curled up in his lap, sound asleep.

A pure white dragon.

All you could do was stare for several long moments, trying to process what you were seeing: Satoru, with a dragon – a single color dragon, at that – but it just didn’t make sense. It was still at least two years before you or any of your friends would be old enough to start visiting hatchlings and eventually meet your destined dragons.

“Is it… is that your dragon?” you eventually managed to ask, tearing your eyes away from the creature to meet your friend’s gaze.

Satoru nodded, unable to suppress his grin. “Yeah, he is. His name is Kenji.”

“How did this even happen?”

“What do you mean?”

“How did you bond with him? I didn’t even think we were old enough for that to happen.”

Your friend shrugged. “Guess I’m just special.” Though his words were smug, you caught the teasing lilt in his voice, and you laughed softly despite yourself.

“You’re certainly something,” you agreed, teasing him right back. “Is this why you haven’t left the estate in days?”

“Yeah. My parents keep telling me the first week is really important for bonding with him. But he just sleeps all the time.” His bottom lip stuck out slightly in a pout, and you shook your head slightly, stepping closer and settled on the edge of his bed.

“But you have your dragon now, and you might be the youngest person ever to bond with their dragon,” you pointed out. “That’s pretty cool.”

That seemed to cheer him up some, his pout melting back into a smile.

“Does this mean you’ll start your training soon?”

“I think so,” he said. “But I’m pretty sure my parents are sending for a special trainer, so I don’t know when he’ll get here.”

The two of you sat and talked for a bit longer, and you felt as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders; the sickening, uneasy feeling disappeared, as well, eased by the knowledge that your friend was alright, just dealing with a big change.

After a while there was a lull in the conversation, and you knew it was probably time for you to return home. You weren’t sure how long you’d sat with Satoru, but you had a feeling it had been longer than you thought.

“I’ll see you later, Satoru. Don’t stay locked up in here too much longer, okay?”

“As soon as my parents let me out I’ll see you every day,” Satoru promised, and you knew he meant it with his whole heart.

You smiled, feeling light with relief. “I can’t wait,” you said, then dropped your gaze back to the dragon in your friend’s lap; he was still sound asleep. “Bye, Kenji,” you added quietly, standing from the bed and waving to the pair before you left the room.

Satoru had his dragon now. You weren’t entirely sure what that meant for you or the rest of your friends, but you were sure of one thing: your lives were all about to change.

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spaceless-vacuum · 6 months

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Hi my friend sent me your Lynn cub reader fanfic and it was Soo cute!🥰

And I wanted to request something different

But the same thing at the same time

Can I have a yandere link's playtonic x baby hatchling lizalfos female reader

The links found the egg it a weird one and it just hatch in front of them

Like who would be her father and mother figure

And we all know wind is the best big brother!

I just think it funny and think differently links would be good monster fathers and mothers lol

The egg twitched- then bounced. Moving across the ground while bouncing from side to side.

“Is that… I mean is it really?” Sky trailed off. He was asking the question on everyone's mind, Was there really a baby lizalfos in there? Was this where they came from? The group had seen groups of enemies spawn from dust or dark magic- but never considered how they might go about creating their own young once fully grown. It was an assumption they were all born through darkness.

It all felt so natural to just assume the creatures didn't have any young. He had never fought a baby lizalfos or ever heard of one. So why was this egg moving? There was no way this was some egg they carried in as food because if it was they'd have swallowed it by now. Sky looked to the spot where the two lizalfos guards had died. They refused to move even as the rest of their camp was slaughtered.

“Seems like it. I’ve never even seen this before but I've heard the story. Their babies hatch so quickly they're only in eggs for a day or two which makes them hard to spot in the wild.” Twilight tilted his head studying the egg as it twitched again before standing still. It almost knocked itself over. “I don't think it's going to stay in there for much longer.”

“Are you guys just going to talk around or do we plan on actually doing something?” Four was the first to make his way over after clearing out the rest of the camp.

“It's just a baby.” Twilight was quick to defend the egg. He could see the anger in Four, the man wouldn't do anything, but it was smart to remind him that you were no danger. When you hatched you would be too young to do anything and hardly the size of a cat. If you attacked they could manage getting away and leaving you alone. For the sake of a new life in the world he would choose peace.

“It's a monster!” Four couldn't understand why Twilight was acting so nonchalant. Did the rancher really have it in his mind that this thing was anything like his goats? That the moment you hatched you would come out and sniff his hand? Of course not. Ganon’s minions would never know rest. You would either grow up in the wilds and be a killer or by some miracle you would be raised in an environment that would encourage goodwill.

“I’m still unsure about this. Granted it's still a monster, but you guys were wrong about dragons." Both the rancher and smith turned to Sky. He was staring off into the distance. A tell tale sign that he was somewhere else right now. “I mean everyone here thinks they’re evil but I’ve met friendly faces of theirs.”

“If we keep them we’ll have to feed them and keep them out of trouble. It may hurt us or it may imprint and protect us. No way to tell.” Time made his way over with the rest of the group. This was Wild’s era. if anyone would have a good clue what was going on it would be him. Four broke away from the group to ask the champion some questions.

The egg hadn't moved again. Time knew the stomping of their boots and sound of combat couldn't have made you feel safe. It was possible you were too scared to come out. With time maybe you'd grow closer to the group, it was only a matter of time. Both parties were apprehensive of each other. Unsure if the other was friend or foe.

Time knew the men here well enough to know that no matter what happens they would be taking the egg. Everyone could argue about it but it was set in stone. Curiosity would get the better of them all. If they left the camp now- leaving you in it- someone would wrap back around to take the egg. It would cut down on time if they just took the egg and let the baby run off when they hatched.

“You found WHAT?” Wild had heard the news and was going to rush over at any moment. Time scooped the egg up with both hands. You could fit in one but he wanted to make sure he didn't drop you. The boys wouldn't let him live it down if he did. It felt a bit rude to be taking you from what was your home. He knew however that your family was dead. taking you with them to a palace more packed with food was your ebay chance at survival.

“Our leader has spoken.” Twilight studied the old man's face. There wasn't a sliver of doubt in his mind that they would be taking the child with them. The rancher knew where to look to see the curious child that was hidden in their commander. The other may only see the kind and tough leader but his elusive other self was right there underneath the surface. Time had let his curiosity and hope get the better of him- or maybe make him better than the rest.

Wild was the first to run over. Hyrule was rushing over as he heard the news. The rest of the group was left to search for loot and make sure no stragglers snuck up on them. Wild was enamoured by the egg. In all his time in the wilds he had never come across one. He assumed they must be rare or well hidden but Hyrule disagreed. He had seen a baby lizalfos along with a few eggs in his home era.

Hyrule was insisting that it wasn't terribly difficult to find an egg or baby even. It was the danger of them that made you lucky if you never found one. The hatchlings were vicious. Born with a ferocious appetite they would eat anything they could get their hands on. They needed a large amount of food to grow up as fast as they could.

They spent very little time in adolescence and grew full size in the matter of weeks or months. Hyrule had never come across an adolescent lizalfos- which only made him think they could grow within a few days if supplied enough food. Why else were there so few accounts? Wild had no need for these accounts. He had heard rumours from stable hands and was sure he knew everything he needed to.

“How cool is all of that?!” Wild was ecstatic. Eyes wide he stared at the egg in Time’s hands. The old man kept trying to walk but was stop by the constant barrage of questions and hands trying to touch the egg.

“No! Not cool at all.” Hyrule turned to Time. “We can't bring this thing into our camp. We don't know-”

“I've made up my mind.” Time was calm as he interrupted Hyule. “We know what we're doing and if the worst happens we'll just leave them and let nature take care of the rest.”

“You don't know how much they eat!” Hyrule said.

“Two WHOLE raw cucos.” Wild stared at Time. “Hyrule said he saw one- a baby- eat two whole raw cucos. Twice the child's size.”

“I'm sure he's exaggerating.” Time was not sure any child could eat that much.

“When I was travelling I came across a baby lizalfos and I saw it eat two whole raw cucos. Whole! I stayed hidden because I had never seen one before and couldn't recognize what it was until it was halfway through the first. If we allow this to hatch in our camp it will eat everything it thinks is food.” Time could see what Hyrule was trying to stay. He was worried about those that had food that wasn't locked up in magical sheikah tech.

“I’m sure we can manage. It won't be able to swallow us whole and the champion can hold all food we don't want them getting their claws on. We won't allow them to just help themselves but there are ways to make sure they get fed.” Time pated the egg and felt it twitch as the child inside moved.

“How big?” Sky turned to Hyrule.

“What?” Hyrule looked past Time to the other man. Twilight was silent watching Wild prance around Time trying to get a better look at the egg now that it was moving again.

“How big was it? A cuco is pretty big, bigger than our egg here. If it ate a whole one it wouldn't be able to move from the weight of something its size stuck in its mouth.” Sky thought he had a good point. Hyrule held out his arms to represent the size of the one he saw. It was roughly the size of a gator. The egg was as big as one of their heads. The newborn hatchling would be too small to eat that much.

“I think we should be more worried about when this’ll hatch.” Twilight moved around Time and put a hand on Wild’s shoulder. He was not able to stand still at all and was bouncing around. You had been moving when they approached to take care of the monsters, and only stopped once the fighting was over. He figured since they were all new they were scarring you from coming out. You had to get used to them first.

“We need to keep moving. We simply don't have the time to wait there all day. We're taking them with us. If we can handle the adults in this camp we can handle whatever the kid throws at us. If they turn out to be hostile we will leave them or take them to a different monster camp.” Time walked out of camp. Everyone followed behind him and made their way back to the road.

. . .

“You can't rush nature. They'll come out when they feel ready to.” Warrior was sick to his stomach watching the champion do something crazy. It was always the fear someone would get hurt while on his watch that got to him. Everyone else watched with their breaths drawn waiting for the champion to finish his task.

“They might be stuck!” Wild had heard stories of this happening. Sometimes baby birds would get stuck in their eggs and would need help coming out or else they wouldn't hatch. You had to intervene or let nature take its course- and take the life of the young in the egg.

“Do you know what you're doing?” Wind was sitting next to Wild helping him by keeping watch. He planned on cracking the egg himself. He was hesitating. The idea of hitting your head terrified him.

Everyone was unloading their packs in the clearing. It was midday and the weather in this region was far too humid to push any further. Faron was a jungle and the line of sight here was terrible. The moment anyone went off road they were out of view. Time was the only one to stay on the road the whole time. Electing not to take shortcuts or other paths so they wouldn't get lost.

He was the one that was holding you for the most part. He was worried you would hatch and scurry away into the underbrush and disappear. The others all got their chance but everyone passed it back once they had their fill. Warrior said the egg reminded him of a dragon which got Sky talking and by the time he was done it was time to call camp. Everyone was exhausted and sore from fighting and then walking for hours; but the most unbearable part was how the egg wouldn't hatch.

It had been hours and not one time did the baby break the shell. Four figured they had the hatch date wrong but Hyrule was sure that they only started moving when they were ready. What was the point of the rocking if it wasn't from you trying to get out. That meant something was wrong. It shouldn't take anymore than an hour or two and it had been double that since they took you along.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Wild took his right hand and tapped the hilt of his dagger. Just hard enough to hammer the tip of the blade into the shell. He pulled the knife out. There wasn't any blood. He put the tip back in and tilted the knife wedging a sizable piece of shell off. Once it started to give way he removed the knife and pulled it away with his hands.

There was a flash of silver scales through the hole he made. You were in there and moving around. Squirming to try and break out. You had been stuck; not strong enough to break the shell on your own. Wild took another piece of the egg and broke it off. There was now a hole small enough for a hand to fit through.

“Hey Wind, think you can reach in there and pull them out?” Wild tilted the egg towards the kid. His hands were small enough that he would have no problem reaching in and grabbing you.

“Sure thing!” The sailor was all too happy to help out. He reached in and pulled. He had his hand around a leg of yours and was gently tugging you out of your shell. Wild helped out by breaking more of the shell off. In a matter of moments they had managed to free you. The inside of the egg was dry. A testament to however long you had been stuck in it. Everyone watched as a singular silver lizalfos opened its eyes and looked around.

“Well I’ll be.” The rancher was off to the far side of the camp watching. For something so strong you sure weren’t a fighter. They wouldn't have any issue caring for you that was sure.

“Hey everyone! Look!” Wind stood up and held you by one leg; holding you like a prize fish he just caught. The smile on his face was wide and you looked from him to everyone else in the camp out of surprise.

#eye write #linked universe #legend of zelda #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere #platonic relationships #Lizalfos reader #child reader #request

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chimaerakitten · 6 months

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Temeraire body horror magic AU you say? 👀👀👀

oooh that one's fun 😆 it sort of grew out of the whole thing where the corps keeps a lot of secrets, some of them more guarded than others. I was wanting to do some magic stuff anyway and was like, what if there was something else thats both extra secret and another reason that aviators don't mix with polite society.

this is also one of the ideas on the list that I actually managed to write a tiny bit for:

"Pray," Laurence said, faltering. He mastered himself and finished in a sharper tone than was appropriate, "explain your meaning." Harcourt and Berkley both blinked at him in silence a moment before Harcourt exclaimed, "Oh, I knew we'd forgotten something!" Having posed the question once, Laurence couldn't very well demand answers again, but luckily Berkley had mercy. Sounding a little strange, he said, "See, having a beast...it rather changes a fellow. More than ah, having a boat in the navy might." Seeing the look on Laurence's face at his calling ships of the line boats and misreading its cause, Berkley rushed on to say. "Not that promotion in other services don't bring changes, mind, only—" Harcourt came to his rescue. "Only, it's rather more literal, with a dragon." And so saying, she loosened her neckcloth, and entirely insensible to Laurence's startled protest tugged her collar open to show him a neat line of bright orange scales running along her collarbone.

the fridge body horror part is that it's a somewhat unpredictable and progressive condition. Aviators tend to die young so for most captains it's not really a problem to have a patch of scales here and there or a sharp tooth or two. Kind of a badge of honor actually. But ah, aviators who live long enough to retire tend to gain reputations as recluses for...reasons.

there's not a lot going on thats overtly magical outside of that but I've got another idea for an AU thats like, "magic is a Known Thing thats illegal for most people but the corps has a dispensation since dragons won't hatch without a sufficient quantity of magic around and the options are either let a bunch of other dragons take the eggs to magical locations (not so great for being able to harness the hatchling) or let the potential captains dabble in magic." That AU may fizzle out or combine with this one or split off into its own thing, I haven't decided yet.

#thank you for asking!#temeraire #I think I keep coming up with fantasy AUs #as a counterbalance for how half my thoughts about this series #are about stuff like shipwreck archaeology and paleoanthropology #and evolutionary biology and human migrations and adaptive radiation #and SICKLE CELL ANEMIA I STILL NEED TO MAKE THE SICLE CELL ANEMIA POST #ask #raafling

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petitelepus · 1 year

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Dragon reader x dragon ratchet ( tfa) please.

Ratchet was panting softly as he rested his back against your body. It was time for him to lay his eggs, these useless infertile ones that each dragon laid here and there if they didn't practice interfacing.

Not to get things wrong, you and Ratchet fucked, but he was so old that it was impossible for him to have fertile eggs. He was just laying them out and you were there for him to ease his discomfort.

"Are you sure you're alright Ratchet?" You asked worriedly as you gently held him like he was made out of glass. The older dragon grunted, "I'm fine."

"You don't sound alright..."

"This isn't my first rodeo, kid, just let me- Ngh!" Ratchet grunted as he felt another contraction hit him, this one being harder than the earlier one.

He could feel an egg moving inside his channel, but that was it. Only one egg. Not that he minded it, but the fewer eggs one had the bigger they were. And this one was huge.

"Fuck!" Ratchet cursed and you grew worried, but there was very little you could do. So you gently held him and rubbed his bulging belly.

"You're doing great Ratchet," You said, trying to be supportive of your mate.

The red dragon grunted as he pushed and finally, the egg popped out of his valve and rolled on the floor. Ratchet was panting, tired after having to try to get rid of the egg for an hour or two already.

You crooned as you snuggled your snout against the back of his head and the old dragon grunted, but then his eyes landed on the egg and he frowned.

"Fuck."

"What is it...?"

"Shit, I think it's fertile." He said and your eyes widened. You reached to look at the egg over his shoulder and your eyes widened as you felt magic emitting from the egg.

Well fuck. What now, this wasn't supposed to happen! Neither of you expected the egg to be fertile, but you couldn't help but wonder about the new life before you.

"This is amazing...!" You gasped as you looked at Ratchet, "I never expected you to be able to still carry!"

"That makes two of us..." Ratchet grumbled. He sounded pissed, but when you looked at him he seemed more worried than annoyed.

You frowned and nuzzled against the back of his head, "Ah, I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking about what I was saying..."

"It ain't your fault for getting excited, kid." The old dragon nodded, "It's your first one after all."

"But... How did this happen? I spiked you specifically because you didn't want to risk me carrying?"

"It's annoying, but not uncommon for one of the parents to hold so strong feelings for another one to be able to fertilize even barren eggs..."

You blinked and Ratchet gave you this look that made the heart in your chest miss a beat, "For some reason, you really must like me."

"I do!"

Well, duh? You worshipped Ratchet and the ground he walked on. If it wasn't for him, you and many others would have wounded up dead ages ago. He also always cared for others despite the attitude he had going on.

Ratchet sighed as he looked at you and then at the egg before him.

"Like it or not, we are parents now."

"Really?"

"Unless you want to donate the egg-"

"No!" You shouted a little louder than intended, "I want to have this hatchling with you Ratchet! I love you and if my love fertilized you then this egg is a miracle!"

"You really should think what you say before blurting such things out just like that." The older dragon grumbled, "But you stole words straight from my mouth."

You smiled, "So does that mean...?"

"Yes yes, we are keeping it."

You cheered happily as you started to nuzzle your lover in a mixture of excitement and happiness. Ratchet huffed, he was too old for this stuff, but maybe it wouldn't be so awful with you.

#cybertronianviking #tfa #transformers animated #transformers #ratchet #dragonformers #reader #reader insert #egg laying #egg #eggs #Enjoy!

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navree · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons for our golden boi sunfyre ? 🥺

Sunfyre my beloved I'm so sorry all this happened to you in my perfect world absolutely nothing goes wrong with him whatsoever and he gets to live a long and happy life being the prettiest boy in all of Planetos.

I think it's, like, basically canon but technically not confirmed, that Sunfyre is a hatchling from Dreamfyre, given the name similarities and the fact that Dreamfyre is much older (my pet theory is that Sunfyre's egg is Thee Egg that Rhaenyra chose for Baby Baelon and that Daemon subsequently stole).

Sunfyre was not a cradle hatchling. It appears that none of the (on screen) Hightower-Targaryen children had cradle hatchlings (given that Helaena claimed an already old dragon between episodes 6 and 7 and Aemond of course claimed the oldest dragon), either because none of their eggs hatched or Alicent just wasn't placing eggs in their cradles for it. Around when Aegon was two or three, still very young, he somehow got his hands on Sunfyre's egg, and soon after Sunfyre hatched. Sunfyre has never known a life without Aegon in it, and Aegon barely remembers a time where he didn't have Sunfyre. They practically grew up together, though Sunfyre at a much quicker rate.

Seeing as dragons are meant to have an intelligence level on par with humans (even tho ASOIAF and all related media kinda seems to forget that and has relegated them to the role of "cats" but with nukes attached), Sunfyre is aware that he is The Hot Girl. Sunfyre is ridiculously vain, any time he's flying with Aegon on him to command him, he's primping and preening and deliberately flying into as much sun exposure as he can so everyone can see the glint of gold off his scales.

Sunfyre and Aegon are ridiculously close. Far closer than any other dragon and their rider that we've seen in the entire franchise. Yes, even closer than Dany and her children (Dany would have won out but being the first person to raise dragons in over a century means that she clearly doesn't have the right tools for it which is why the kids get rascally in ADWD in a way we didn't see at the Targaryen peak). Like, however close you think they are because of the canon stuff (Aegon's grief when he died, Sunfyre literally dragging his broken body to Dragonstone because he sensed Aegon was there and needed him, all that horrible stuff), that's the tip of the iceberg. They're close not just emotionally but honestly to the point where it's almost like they have a psychic bond. It's rare that Aegon even needs to speak commands verbally, he and Sunfyre know each other incredibly well, almost as if they can literally just sense what's in each other's heads, feel each other's emotions incredibly keenly (that thing dragons and dragonriders have where they can physically feel each other's pain, but multiply it by one thousand). It's borderline mystical, especially when factoring in that both Aegon and Sunfyre only seem to start really recovering from their respective Rook's Rest wounds after they've been reunited on Dragonstone, as if they literally needed each other's presence in order to heal.

Stolen from Twitter (can't remember which account but I saw it and I wept like a baby): Aegon sings to Sunfyre sometimes. Sunfyre really, really likes it. Like, basically turns into a huge overgrown kitten when that happens, tries to get all cuddly even though he knows that Aegon's too small for it now that he's gotten big.

Sunfyre does have a certain amount of affection that extends to other members of Aegon's family, his mother and siblings in particular, and even to their dragons. Yes, even Vhagar. Doesn't matter that she's ancient and bigger and dragon mee-maw, he'll still go into attack mode if someone attempts to fuck her up. Also, a bit cracky considering we don't technically know the full mental faculties of dragons, but he's closest to Tessarion, given that they're closer in age and also Daeron's apparently a natural sweetheart and that temperament might extend to Tessarion as well. (Addendum to this: Sunfyre spent a lot of time flying with Aemond and Vhagar when Aemond was recovering. Not even just when Aegon was babysitting and making sure Aemond wasn't at risk, but literally just if he was out around the same time as Aemond and Vhagar, he hovered a lot, just to be sure. Aemond has never talked about it but he thinks of it sometimes, when he sees Aegon drunk and wet eyed and feels that twinge of disgust and envy that he tries to push down, when he remembers there's more to Aegon than seen by the naked eye)

This is less about Sunfyre himself and more about his relationship with Aegon, but the bond Sunfyre and Aegon have was Aegon's first real taste of feeling unconditional and requited love. The bond with Sunfyre was the first time in his life Aegon felt that the love he was giving out was being returned to him, and that he wasn't at risk of losing it, the way he's afraid he's done with his siblings and with Alicent. It's why, even above everything else they share, Sunfyre is so important to him, and why he's gutted and griefstricken to the point of kinslaying when Sunfyre dies.

Aegon calls Sunfyre almost primarily by pet names, even when giving verbal commands. And like, really intimate pet names, the kind of pet names you save for, like, your kids. He calls him "sweetling" and "my darling" and "golden boy" and things of that sort all.the.time. Why do I think this? Because my brain spat "Sunfyre sniffs at the blood in the air. Aegon knows now is when he says the word, the fateful word, but he cannot speak through his heart pounding in his throat. Kill her, beloved, he thinks. Kill her for what her ambition did to us. To you. Even to me. Sunfyre shifts, and a keening growl rumbles low in his ruined chest." out at me and I have not known peace since.

When Sunfyre was still small enough and Aegon's siblings and Hell, even the Strong kids were still little, they all adored Sunfyre. They coddled him relentlessly and basically cooed over him 24/7, and both Aegon and Sunfyre were absolutely thrilled with it. Even when down in the Dragonpit with them, before shit started going sideways when some people had dragons and others didn't and the bullying and all, Sunfyre would still put on a bit of a show (as I said, vain) before Aegon would make him behave, which was Aegon's own version of his own show in displaying the bond and mastery he and Sunfyre have with each other.

Aegon had Sunfyre's skull prepped to line the walls of the throne room in accordance to House Targaryen traditions. Aegon III did take it down eventually (obviously, given the memory association), but he only took it down after Alicent Hightower had died and that last shredding of her children's legacy wouldn't hurt her anymore.

#personal #answered #anonymous #sunfyre #listen i KNOW that they didn't have the budget for it or whatever but it's ridiculous that after the meleys roar at the coronation #we didn't have sunfyre immediately swooping down to put himself between meleys and aegon&alicent #anyway time for me to be SAD once again #wow this got depressing

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lastchancestardomm · 10 months

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An unwanted info dump about my Twins headcanons (adopted or self-made) about not only them but their species as a whole.

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The Twins identify as Aromantic-Asexual ;; finding no attraction to members of their own species nor any humans. The pair could not care less about the pronouns you may use for them.

Their species are hermaphrodites (meaning they have both sets of male and female genitalia).

The Twins species function somewhat like horses ;; meaning they hatch being fully capable of walking, and they have fully developed senses of sight and hearing. They also have full heads of hair, and are around the size of a toddler (the height of a 3-4 year old).

They are not "born", they hatch. The process of a Warbuxx/Lexicon birth is called a "Cracking" (like the cracking of an egg). The average amount of offspring per brood is three to six, and often the freshly cracked buds begin to tussle with one another ;; often for dominance like in some Earth avians (see Shoebill Stork, Cuckoo).

Failed hatchlings (like the Warbuxx bud) are cannibalized. In some cases, healthy singlets also fall victim to this infanticide.

Budding, much like flowering in carnivorous plants (Venus Flytrap, pitcher plant), is a sign of flourishing health in the Tourmalite species. Many times, using excess energy, their body will create an offspring/s that usually is consumed for self-explanatory reasons upon cracking. In youth, these buds are usually singlets ;; and not fully developed due to immature reproductive organs.

The Twins age far, far slower than humans. They definitely would outlive Earth and still live for epochs beyond that. That's why Ozzal is so god damn old.

** Speaking of Ozzal, he's their planet's God, pretty much. He's the oldest citizen of the planet and it wouldn't be too far-fetched to say he pioneered the planet's civilization.

There are four stages to the lifecycle of The Twins species. Infancy, Juveniles, Adolescence, and Adulthood. The Twins are currently juveniles, and when they hit adolescence they will develop and grow their mutations (horns, wings, antennae, multicolored skin, spots, ect). Then once they finally reach the adult form, the strongest member of the brood will consume the weaker broodlings ;; (this explains why Ozzal is on his lonesome and we don't hear about his fellow broodlings).

Like a reverse version of the Gazorpazorp civilization from Rick and Morty, the males of the species are more refined than that of the animalistic and feral females (have you ever seen a female of the species other than Hunter? Then again she's literally a lapdog).

Power dynamics in the world of the Twins society is determined by the size of the brood. The Triplets would be more politically powerful, as well as more socially revered than the Twins ;; not because they are older, but because their brood size was bigger. Two is closer to one than three so of course that makes the Twins a failure.

The Twins' ability of teleportation is tied to their devices! Their belt is actually what allows them to teleport using what I can only guess is alien technology.

The Twins' species have dense bones. Combined with the headcanon their planet has no water, they will sink like bricks in a swimming pool.

Their planet's lack of water leads to interesting compromises. The Twins' species doesn't require liquid sustenance ;; getting all the nutrition they need through food. Bathing and cleanliness is another poignant staple. Infants of the species take what are basically "dust baths" in powderized crystals, going into a fit as they rub off grime from themselves in the crystalline shards (see Chinchilla Dust Bath). Older members of the species are more conscious of their cleanliness, and never really have the need to bathe. Though when inevitable dirt arises, normally they have a "laser shower", which atomizes the particles of muck. There are also smaller, convenient devices similar to spray bottles that do the same thing.

The Tourmalites can get physically ill by listening to certain music. Something science-y like how the wavelengths and amplitudes hit their eardrums affects their immune system. Or maybe the lyrics they're hearing makes them sick. The Twins' preferred genre is something like techno or breakcore, I imagine. Whenever they fall ill due to music, play some The Quick Brown Fox or OMFG and they'll be right as rain!

The Twins eyes can reflect light like a cat. Though, once they grow into adolescence, they will be capable of of bioluminescing their eyes! Simply meaning that their eyes will glow when they grow up. A majority of the members of their species have glowing eyes, actually.

The Twins have hidden mandibles, like a Praying Mantis. So do The Triplets. Actually, any child of specifically Ozzal has these hidden mandibles ;; usually used for feasting.

The bones of the Twins' species are constructed of Nickel (Ni) metal. And their blood, which is green, is made of an oxidated copper-sulfur hemoglobin. The blue-green color, as well as the partial copper construction, is good for their low-oxygen atmosphere and generally cold planet. Their blood is quite thin as well, so many small cuts they might get drench everything in their green blood.

If The Twins were to pick any Earth crystal as their favourite crystal, they would pick a geode.

Their species has an unnaturally cold body temperature. Like 89°F to 91°F core body temperature, while the average human core temperature is 98°F.

The Twins are very short. Around 4"10. Barely as tall as Jared.

The typically blonde hair of their species is incredibly silky and fluffy. But I don't suggest trying to go pet them willy-nilly.

Their species hair has around four hairs per hair follicle, as opposed to humans who only have one hair. This extra hair used to be used for cranium protection, but after evolution did its thing, the hair serves as a thermoregulator for their brain ;; being replaced by horns once adolescence begins, which in themselves serve a multitude of similar purposes, still including thermoregulation.

Their planet's sun is a white dwarf star! Although, its (quite literally) blinding white color appears a pleasing cyan blue from the planet's surface. White stars are cooler than red or yellow stars, leading to a soothingly chill 99°F planetary temperature.

On Tourmalite, the days last only four hours ;; and the brightly lit nights last thirty hours. Many residents of the planet opt to snooze through the daytime hours during their rest cycles.

The Twins' planet is small, but has four rings encompassing it. The rings reflect the light from their sun, while also absorbing the heat and bouncing it around the cluster of rings ;; heating the outer atmosphere while keeping the surface of the blue-colored planet cool. The dark blue of the planet also helps insolate coolness.

Their species has multiple nipples for the exact same reasoning as cats (and most animals that are guaranteed multiples for that matter). If cats bear litters of multiples, and if the Twins' species is built on the fact that offspring come in multiples, why not?

As I've said before, the Twins' species are hermaphrodites ;; albeit with specialized genitalia unique to their species, like most earthly hermaphrodite animals do. Surprisingly, they reproduce asexually, (basically by cloning themselves, and the Twins look like Ozzal when he was young). The extra reproductive organs exist for convenience sake, as their species is ovoviviparous ;; (producing young by means of eggs which are hatched within the body of the parent and proceed to be born).

When seminated with genetic material, the typically asexual Tourmalites will lose their self-impregnating capabilities ;; and lose the capability to bear offspring. This process is archaically known as "Dominating", and to be dominated lessens one's credibility.

The Twins favourite Earth drinks would either be lava lamps or glowsticks. Lava lamps, to them, is just hot water with jelly floating in it to eat. Glowsticks change flavor based on the color, and they usually bite off the tops and then drink the fluid. As for an Earth drink that humans can consume, the answer lies within the famed McDonald's Sprite ;; so fizzy, so tangy, and it sizzles in your mouth and down your throat. An extra metallic aftertaste due to the soda machine nozzle is only the icing on the cake to the Twins.

Their favourite Earth food? Crayons. Simple and plain. Tastes like how eating plain butter is to humans. Except, the Twins enjoy it because they are weird like that. Other than crayons, Sharpies could also pass as a favourite food ;; their favourite part is to naw on the felt-tip after leeching out all of the ink. As for a favored Earth food edible to humans? They'd say Pixie Sticks. Especially the sour ones. So bitter and sour that the acids for the flavoring could break down the tongue meat if a foolish human is not careful. A perfect mixture of sourness and a tangy candy-like sweetness that hooks the Twins onto this pleasly Earth candy.

The Twins favourite movie they've seen on Earth is Alien. They watched it because, by definition to Earthlings, they themselves were considered aliens. They ended up enjoying it instead of being scared, and they giggled like schoolboys every time the xenomorphs terrified the space crew.

The Twins favourite video game is Tetris. Any version. Both of them are Tetris kings. But god forbid you play a board game with them. Both of them are cheaters and will gaslight you into quitting instead of playing to completion.

The Warbuxxian ascension to adulthood is achieved through a rite of passage known as the Ceremony of the Xorvuẋ. The Overlord oversees the ceremony, in which the maturing broodlings partake in a battle to the death ;; the victor will consume his/her or their weaker broodlings, and be rewarded with a formal adult name.

I think that the Twins ;; no, their entire species, would have a FIELD DAY with a plasma globe (all credit to this goes to twinfanatic ;; the post this was taken from I have since reblogged ;; all credit goes to twinfanatic)

The Twins would sit catatonic and watch a Dream Lite pillow pet projection for hours ;; completely mesmerized by it for fun.

The Twins cannot read. They are unable to recognize either of their homeworld languages nor can they read in English. They enjoy comic books though.

The Twins are polyphasic sleepers (resting in multiple shifts of sleep throughout twenty-four hours). They also sleep in the same bed, and one has a habit of rolling out of it. The other will usually be able to grab him before they hit the ground, while staying fully asleep though.

Not only do the Twins (and their species at large) sink like bricks in water ;; they'll turn into something of a wet cat. Their fluffy and thick hair gets drenched ;; weighed down by the water, and their skin becomes semi-transparent when submerged. While on Earth, the Twins picked up a habit of shaking off like a dog whenever they get wet.

Whenever the Twins blush, their pale faces will get a green tint due to their green blood (although once they get older and their skin gets pigmented, they will no longer have the ability to blush).

The Twins have residual trauma relating to Hunter, so whenever they hear the word, "hunter", they will get very paranoid and may even look around in suspense ;; when they were young, the Triplets would sick her on them as a cruel prank, and sometimes she would successfully leave the pair with scars. Tsk, older brothers.

** Ozzal was from a brood of four. Though, as he was the strongest of them, he consumed his three other broodmates in order to metamorphosize ;; less he would never be able to become a matured ruler, and Ozzal wouldn't want that.

When a ruler, or Warbuxxian of royal blood, has entered adulthood and has consumed his/her or their broodlings ;; it is considered a sign of good fortune for the followers of whomever had conquered the planet. Late-bloomers or those hesitant to metamorphosize are often deemed unworthy rulers, and are exterminated by their followers. Whomever has slain the former ruler gains a royal status by proxy.

The Twins have a slight allergy to limes. Something like a pollen allergy. The smell of limes sends the pair into sneezing fits ;; and if they consume a lime, their throats will get hoarse. It's a benign allergy and it causes zero harm to them, although it is quite annoying.

The Twins' favorite holiday is Halloween. They blend in perfectly amongst costumed children, and tend to pull a variety of pranks on the neighborhoods they visit each year ;; pranks that range from toilet-papering homes, to setting a Superjail creature loose unto a community.

If you recall, I have said that one of the Twins' favorite Earth drinks is lava lamps ;; on their planet, they have a common soda-like drink that is similar-looking to lava lamps. The drink is mainly a flavored (almost all sugar) water, with a pH close to that of battery acid. The top is popped like marble soda, which fizzes the drink.

On the Twins' planet, there is a powder drug similar to cocaine, and is extremely close to the PopRocks candy here on Earth ;; it sizzles when it contacts a liquid and tastes sweet (at least to us humans). Shockingly, normal PopRocks candy does not cause any kind of drug-like effect on the Twins' species. It seems the core composition of both are highly different, despite the obvious similarities.

The Twins think that banana LaffyTaffy is the best flavor of LaffyTaffy. The Triplets, and the rest of Earth, promptly disagree (and the other one of the two ;; he prefers grape LaffyTaffy, but don't tell his brother that).

The Twins cannot handle high temperatures at all. Temperatures any higher than 97°F will cause them to feel uncomfortable, almost as if their skin is crawling. Their species doesn't have sweat glands, rather they have chromatophores (special skin cells that change colors ;; in this context, the chromatophores change colors when they hit puberty like how a baby's hair melanizes when it gets older). The Twins themselves also hate H²O, and they most likely will end up fainting if they aren't cooled off quickly.

The Twins are king Geometry Dash players. They found the game through discovering the soundtrack, and absolutely smoshed the game when they played it ;; all of the levels are complete and they've finished nearly all of the achievements. Their favourite level is Clutterfunk (for both the level design and music).

During a "transitional period" between the juvenile and adolescent stages of the Twins' species lifetime, the changes to both their anatomy and mental fortitude are monumental. The chromatophores will begin to act up and change color, causing their skin to become dry and flaky, and their thick hair will start shedding in favor of horns. They also will begin to have their reproductive organs mature, where the organs do a form pupating ;; the abdominal wall ferments (as if it was a chrysalis) while the reproductive organs break down into what are basically stem cells (imaginal cells), and then reconstruct into a more apt form better to bear offspring with. The entire process of this "puberty" lasts around two to four months.

** Ozzal had encountered Earth once before in his lifetime, during its Age of Exploration. Ozzal watched as Earthlings ruined everything for their own gain, only to die a meaningless death after killing hundreds of natives who've lived there longer than their own family lineage. Yeah, it wasn't a good first impression. When he gifted the Twins his map of the galaxy before they left for their year of vacation, Ozzal censored Earth ;; not wanting his sons to ever meet, let alone interact with such barbarians. But the Twins being the Twins, they headed straight for Earth after noticing the map would deny them the coordinates to the blurred-out dirt planet. Now, the Twins have lived on Earth for nearly ten years, and don't plan on leaving for home any time soon.

The Twins' species has, on average, 124 chromosomes, and four of those are sex chromosomes (as opposed to us having only two). Those four are a repeating chain of Z (""male"") chromosomes and W (""female"") chromosomes. Depending on which chromosome is dominant in the chain, the bud will be the predetermined sex (Z = calmer with shorter hair, masculine ;; W = more belligerent with longer hair, feminine). The gene splitting is simpler ;; the genes of the budder will duplicate and generate a bud.

Other than aforementioned slight behavioral differences, and a difference in hair length ;; the Warbuxx/Lexicon species is very androgynous. Sexual dimorphism didn't seem to touch their species genetics, and so human sexual dimorphism is quite repulsive to them. So breasts, larger hips, facial hair, (and quite obviously separated brows) are seen as "ugly" features.

The Twins' species have prehensile tongues covered in little serrated papillae ;; originally used for scraping meat off the bones of carcasses back in prehistoric times on their planet. Now, the papillae is mostly a novelty, and isn't as useful as it once was.

Reiterating the prehistoric times on their planet, ancient Warbuxxes (the Twins' species) looked similar to the modern versions ;; except they were scrawnier, naked, and looked somewhat like a hairless cat (minus some blonde locks they had on top of their head). They were yeigh height of a Golden Retriever, with a pathetic naked tail. Being semi-bipedal, and those with more drastic mutations were considered more attractive.

Humans used to have a conjoined browline to prevent excessive sweat from getting into our eyes while exerting ourselves ;; though evolution had taken it out after we found out how to automate certain physical processes and how to store coolness. The Tourmalites, who've had a similar evolutionary history to us despite our species "youth", have never lost their conjoined browline due to the species lack of the ability to sweat. With no sweat, there was nothing that ever could get into their eyes in the first place, so the unibrow is more of an accessory feature.

Their species is collectively all called "Tourmalite" (the namesake uncreatively coming from their homeworld (see Yautja, Yautja Prime). Other than the Warbuxxes, though, there is another subspecies under the name as well. The subspecies are called "Lexicons", and they are more insectoid than whatever animal-like things the Warbuxxes are, though Lexicons are still basically the exact same thing. Lexicons usually have mandibles instead of prominent fangs, and often develop speckles when they mature. Some other Lexicon-exclusive mutations can be extra limbs, antennae, or nose spikes. Either species has horns, although Warbuxxes have rounder, more nubby horns than Lexicons ;; but, Warbuxxes are taller when fully grown. Long ago, far back in their ancient history, the Warbuxxes had acted on tensions over the crystalline groves (which are much like Earth rivers and deltas) and declared war on Lexicons ;; pushing them to the brink of extinction. Nowadays, while Lexicons are fewer in numbers, they seemed to have rebound.

Lexicons have a specially venomous bite, with the ammonia-like venom stored in their mandibles. It is a one-use only defense, as the fangs instantly snap off (see Bee stings, Porcupine spines). The ammonia-like properties of the venom causes immense pain at the site of the bite and prevents healing, while also letting bacteria flourish.

The count of horns for either Tourmalite species (Warbuxxes/Lexicons) is determined by the brood size squared. The Triplets, for example, have six horns bored upon their heads. The Twins will grow in four horns ;; and so on.

Buds are more generally considered "parasites" until only a few hours before hatching. This comes from their species' general lack of empathy to pretty much anything else except their broodling\s.

"Romantic" relationships between broodlings are quite common in Warbuxxian (and Lexiconian) society ;; cuddling, on-the-lips kissing, fussing over one's broodling if they do not feel well, ect. Though having sexual conduct with one's broodling(s) is strictly forbidden, and is considered a high-tiering crime ;; often leading to the entire broods execution.

Pile cuddling is very helpful for the mental wellness of a brood. Often times, in family groups with more than one brood ;; younger broods will mix together into one larger pile, which is healthy behavior. As for the Twins and the Triplets, the elder brood often bullied their younger set.

The atmosphere of the Warbuxx/Lexicons home world (the planetoid being dubbed Tourmalite) does not consist of gaseous molecules like our atmosphere ;; rather, it is small particles, or shards, of the elements (see Tear Gas). When these particles collect, instead of turning into a cloud or puddle, it will form a conglomerate crystal. In groves these crystals will form, and it is a staple of the Tourmalite species.

The Tourmalites have acidic gas molecules in their lungs, which deconstruct the tiny crystalline fragments that make up the atmosphere on their planet. Cu, C⁰2, CH⁴, H, and Ne are some of the molecules that make up the crystal fragments they breathe in.

The act of conquering a planet and achieving a "royal" status is very straightforward, actually. The tradition of allowing juveniles to go vacationing for a year is similar to job-shadowing, where those older than them demonstrate which planets are the most favourable to conquer. Once hitting adolescence, the pubescent Warbuxxes will be sent away to go conquer other planets, and be basically exiled from their home planet ;; risking severe ridicule and a tainting of their lineage if they were to return without Overlord status. A planet is considered "overthrown" if the native species is deemed extinct, and it has had the respective subspecies-centric makeover. Followers of the adolescent Warbuxxes are encouraged to move and live on the newly conquered planet. Though, it takes at least the conquering of seven planets by adulthood to consider a member of the species "royal". Lexicons are excluded from this metric, as the subspecies doesn't have a monarchy system ;; rather, having Houses of Power or the like who control laws and such, and less so the public at large.

** / ** Ozzal has conquered nearly 453 planets, both inside and outside the Milky Way galaxy ;; an extremely exceptional feat for someone his age. The Triplets have conquered almost 5 planets, and counting. The Twins, whom are the youngest, have not conquered any planets at all.

In order to replace a royal, he/she or they must be killed off. Those who do not succeed in terminating their Overlord are publicly considered weak ;; although, royals are expected to withhold a sliver of respect for the delinquent citizen, just for the gutsyness.

The Twins species has blood constructed of a sulfur hemoglobin ;; giving their species the green tone in their blood. A blood plasma equivalent is Osmium tetrasulfide ;; an "inorganic" compound of Osmium salt and hydrogen sulfur acid, that is dark brown in color.

Even if their calendar is utmost different from ours, the Twins home planet had faced the Gemini constellation on their cracking day ;; which, in turn, makes the pair gemini's (see what I had done there? they're gemini's, The Gemini Twins, the Twins ;; haha).

The Twins' homeworld of Tourmalite has two languages commonly spoken there ;; tonics and intone. Tonics is quite similar to Pig Latin here on Earth, though the predicate is to be placed before the subject. Tonics is also the commoner's tongue, spoken by almost all citizens. Intone is quite different from tonics, and is quite complex. Intone is the "King's English" of Tourmalite, only being spoken by royalty or those in high power.

#techno twins #superjail!#superjail #superjail twins #superjail triplets #the superjail fandom out here developing the twins better than the show did #smh #might edit this later #sj!#ozzal superjail #the twins superjail #alien oc #headcanons

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kariachi · 5 months

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Kineceleran homes are, as a general rule, open floorplan. Not always- in the coldest regions of Kinet you'll see places were rooms are more closed off and there's one region where places get downright mazelike and can hold whole extended family groups- but most of the time, where ever you go on Kinet, the floorplan will be open. They are always round in design though. It makes the whole superspeed thing easier, between the two, having curves instead of corners and few walls means less chances of rolling an ankle or accidentally running into something. When you do have enclosed rooms, they're often within larger spaces, so you may have a bathroom that's functionally sort've a hollow pillar or dome set several feet back from the outside wall.

You'll also in some areas find that from the walls are partially padded. This is more common in the colder regions where things are more enclosed- in which case the padding can reach as high as shoulder level and also helps to keep the temperatures nice and cozy- but having this padding up all the time has also become popular in some more temperate and tropical regions. Every Kineceleran culture has wall padding however, generally up to about waist height, as a form of child-proofing. There's a period between hatchlings learning how to run and learning to how to turn or how to stop, so having padded walls and furniture is very handy to keep them from seriously harming themselves during this stage stage of toddlerness.

You generally will see less padding around cooking areas, it depends on the area and the materials being used, and depending on the region this might be one of the few areas sectioned off from the rest of the home. In some it's actually a separate, walled-off room, in some there's a half-wall, in some netting to catch anybody who may run in and get somebody hurt, and in others netting only goes up as childproofing. Again, it depends on several factors.

Again due to the superspeed, Kinecelerans don't use stairs. You're more likely to see long ramps being used, either strait or curving along an outer wall depending on where it is and what its purpose is.

Kineceleran beds most often take the form of a raised, cup-like structure loaded to the gills with soft mattresses and/or blankets to form a nest and in which most individuals essentially bury themselves. Whether or not one shares their bed varies from region to region, though most often they don't, but room sharing is common, normally between people of the same age range or generation, or only between relatives.

Proper nests, for eggs and such, are similar to beds but placed higher off the ground and using more easily cleaned materials such as leather, or easily discarded such as straw. A bed may be two feet off the ground at most, but a nest can be up to five feet depending. There's many techniques to ensure babies don't fall out of the nest, from enclosing the nest in its own mini room within the room, to giving the nest higher walls than a normal bed, but in the last century or so an equatorial technique of using a net to form a rim around the nest that's easy for parents to bypass but near impossible for babies.

#kinecelerans

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dogtoling · 1 year

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How would neonatal care work for inklings?

(I had to google what this term means. It means urgent care for newborn babies.)

Uh, this is an extremely good question because unlike with humans, I really doubt the Splatoon world really has people give birth (or rather, hatch their eggs) at hospitals. LIke, 90% of the time this is probably done at home and no one even knows. The eggs are laid and they eventually just hatch, which really muddies the whole thing with birth certificates (do they HAVE any?!?!? or IDs? jellyfish literally clone themselves and I highly doubt anyone's keeping official track of that) and it muddies things with, you know, getting help if there's something wrong with the hatchling.

I think the pressure is mostly on the parent and whatever urgent care a hatchling (or the egg) might need is sought out before the inkling hatches at all. The eggs are transparent, so it's easy to see what's going inside and easy to see if something inside is going obviously badly or something abnormal is happening. There's probably clinics and hotlines for keeping track of developing eggs where you can provide pictures of the eggs to keep track of the baby's health and development, or you can take the eggs there regularly to get them looked over by an expert that can tell if something is weird. If something is weird with the egg, it might be kept around for monitoring and in some cases, the squid might be broken out of the egg prematurely to be directly monitored or operated on. In the latter case it won't be fully developed yet and wouldn't be ready to hatch, so they would need extra attention.

A lot of issues happen while the inkling is still in the egg, or immediately after hatching. In probably the most common cases, an infection or other bacterial contamination might develop inside a (damaged) egg, or a squid hatchling could hatch way too early due to damage to the egg or sometimes they just.. kind of do that for no reason. Unhatched squids can become lifeless inside the egg for one reason or another and you need to be paying attention to the eggs to notice those warning signs! There's also situations where a squid is already of size to hatch, but won't or can't for some reason, but often at that point the eggcase is thin enough to easily claw open yourself so it's an easy fix. It's always worth taking the hatchling in for a checkup right away to figure out why the complications occurred, and if there's actions that need to be done, or if it was just a coincidence and there doesn't need to be too much worrying. (Sometimes the unborn squid is just really lazy)

Generally if there's immediate problems with a hatchling, it won't take more than a day or two to notice them, and many people bring their newly hatched kids in for a checkup pretty much right away. Inklings may sometimes be born with missing limbs or extra limbs, which is something that usually isn't something you can do much about nor does it really matter in terms of overall health. However inklings might hatch with an underdeveloped ink sac or an overall poor immune system or ink system, which is usually caused by dryness of the egg and negligence on the parent's part when it comes to inking the egg regularly and keeping them moist.

So probably the most common forms of care for newly hatched inklings would be late ink therapy to help develop these traits that they didn't develop in the egg, monitoring overall underdeveloped hatchlings that hatched prematurely, the kind of stuff. But overall, just monitoring the eggs prior to them hatching if anything strange is spotted is probably the most common form, even if it is a bit premature. Prevention is the best cure in these situations, when it IS that easy to keep track of how the baby is doing before it even really exists as anything more than a little tiny squid the size of a grape.

#mailbox #squidthoughts

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tavore · 1 year

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“That was one of the first things [showrunners] Ryan Condal and Miguel Sapochnik wanted to think about: the legend of The Cyclops in Greek mythology, and how he ultimately traded one of his eyes to Hades in order to see the day he would die,” Mitchell says [...].

“What does that do to a person, to possess that extreme degree of self-certainty? To know the day you’re going to go down, and feel bulletproof to a point. I’m not saying Aemond is a seer, but he’s scary perceptive.”

"[...] I’d catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and only see Aemond Targaryen. I can’t be anything less than interesting without saying a word. The whole get-up: the long hair, the eye-patch, everything that means and represents, is a tragedy that Aemond wears as well as his Targaryen blacks. It’s one thing to become a dangerous and proficient swordsman, but to do it with one eye? He’s a whole other monster."

Who’s your favourite other character on the show?

"Daemon [played by Matt Smith]. They’re similar in that Daemon is a prince who stands to inherit nothing. He recognises that what he wants in life, he’s going to have to go out there and get it for himself."

What was the funniest thing that happened on set?

"I’m quite serious, probably way too much. I think method acting gets a bad rap nowadays, but if you consider it [in relation to] people’s time, it’s certainly not a bad thing. For Aemond, I definitely stayed in a state of character, because his temperature is so high and I’m quite calm and collected. So instead of fluctuating between the two, I’d find a middle ground that I could relax into between takes. For me, it made it that little bit more work efficient."

Which plot point did you enjoy the most?

"I just enjoyed reading the script for the first time and meeting this neglected, friendless, bullied boy who really never found a place in the family. It’s almost like a Lynne Ramsay film in that he was never really there. Even in episodes six and seven, he’s almost a wraith-like presence, floating between his family members. It’s tradition in Targaryen culture to place a dragon egg in the cradle of a newborn, which establishes a bond between the rider and the mount. There’s this dynamic that as the person grows, so does the hatchling.

For whatever reason, Aemond was denied that; he was always on the back foot. He’s able to identify with this dragon Vhagar, the oldest, grumpiest, biggest dragon. She’s named after the old Valyrian God of War and she’s a hardened survivor of over 100 battles. She’s enormous but also the loneliest. She’s so big she can’t fit within the confines of any castle wall, like Aemond. He doesn’t fit it anywhere, and so he identifies with her.

That story of standing in the face of adversity, showing courage and resilience – that really inspired me as an actor. Not only does he find his voice, but he also makes a friend. A character like Aemond never really felt that unconditional love from his family, but he’s found it in this dragon. What does that do? It changes him."

What’s next for your character on the show?

"So much of this season sees this family’s world balanced on a knife’s edge. All it’s going to take is a push from either side to draw blood. I guess Aemond is the guy who kickstarts the domino effect that’ll lead to the Dance of the Dragons. If season one was about seeing Aemond getting warmed up, season two is all-out war."

Ewan Mitchell on House of the Dragon’s Aemond Targaryen: “He’s a whole other monster”

#hotd #hotd cast #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #interviews

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quibbs126 · 11 months

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Why is it whenever I get certain fankid ideas, particularly with Dark Choco, they always go to darklico?

Like I don’t know why this keeps happening, tbh I don’t even know if I like darklico as a ship. By which I don’t mean it’s bad, it’s just that I don’t think I actually ship it that much. I mean if anything I like kumidark more. But somehow it always comes back to darklico with these things

If you want to know what I’m talking about with the fankid, this time I thought up one that’s a dragon. Since Dark Cacao being partially, if not fully a dragon is a somewhat popular headcanon. But in this particular scenario Dark Choco doesn’t know that their family has dragon blood, so one day he has an egg and has several questions. Then it hatches and it’s a dragon and he’s even more confused. He may go to Dark Cacao, with the egg or hatchling and be like “what the heck is this???”

But I mean with darklico I suppose I have the magic explanation. Like Licorice was doing some weird spell, Dark Choco interrupted him and got hit by whatever incomplete spell he made, and then a couple days later there’s an egg. And you could partially attribute the weirdness of the situation to it happening because magical means. Also my brain has created an image of the egg that’s pretty and licorice colored and it looks very nice

But also like, I don’t want it to be another darklico one because I’ve already made two, both of whom are licorice flavored, and I don’t need a third one, because this dragon would also be licorice. But I don’t know who else to replace Licorice with

Why am I posting about this? This feels like a very weird thing to talk about. It feels like a crack fanfic idea and I dunno, too weird to post about? But also this is tumblr, I don’t know why my brain’s putting these high standards, but it is

#cookie run #dark choco cookie #darklico #fankid #fanchild #random stuff

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leviathanverse · 7 months

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More information dump about my dragon species. HCD! au rightfully belongs to @mylou-doodlesworld! Credit goes to them for the au.

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Appearance:

Species name:

Their species name is The Sun Wraith.

What they can't do:

They can't go out into during the night.

They will freeze if their skin made contact with the moon rays.

They can't talk with their mouths.

What they can do:

They can breathe a mysterious flame that people found out was a Acetylene flame.

They can also breathe pure oxygen flames.

Unlike the Moon Wraith, they can control the temperatures around their body.

As they are literal embodiments of fire.

They can eat crystals too, but they seem to be able to eat magnesium rocks.

They can telepathically talk with other species and humans.

They can float around from place to place.

This makes up for them not having wings.

Their legs and arms are normally red, but can change colour.

They can do most things their opposites, Moon- and Eclipse Wraith, can do.

They are able to change their body colour to look friendlier and softer to approach.

They can lay 11 eggs.

Life expectancy:

They can live for up to 20 000 years.

Dependency:

They are a mix between solitary and social dragons.

They have been seen with other species and humans.

They have also been seen to go solo.

Rarity, information and locations:

They can be found near volcanic areas.

They are the only Wraith between the Eclipse Wraith and Moon Wraith species to be able to reproduce in am extraordinary and weird way.

They are able to give live birth and lay eggs.

But they can also use some of their flesh and fire to create a hatchling.

They are the craftier species among the three Wraiths.

They are very rare, but not to the point of being extinct.

There are around 45 000 left.

They have larger horns than their two other species.

They are friendly, and are on fire 24/7 unless frozen by the moon.

They just look angry most of the time.

The flames on their bodies can't hurt you unless the dragon wants to inflict harm by raiding the flame temperatures.

Eggs:

They eggs are shaped just like the Moon Wraith's eggs, but a bit larger.

Egg colour spots and meaning:

They have no meaning.

How to tell an infertile and fertile egg apart:

Fertile eggs are solid and strong.

Infertile eggs will melt and sizzle into a puddle of lava.

Males and females:

Males are larger and have a more muscular look to them.

Females are smaller and have more feminine looks.

Don't let their small size and feminine looks deceive you, as they are physically stronger than humans.

Males:

Are very active and tend to try to court female Moon Wraiths.

98% are colour blind.

Females:

Are very picky eaters and don't like stuff being messy.

They avoid getting dirty and clean themselves whenever they are full of dirt.

What people get wrong:

People often mistake them for being carnivores.

They only eat crystals.

Trust:

They are not as trusting as their opposites, but will trust you slightly.

Mating ritual:

Males bite off a chunk of flesh from the females and use their fire to make a hatchling.

Or they court the female like a normal dragon.

The females decide whether they want to lay eggs or give live birth instead.

Nesting:

They use volcanic ash to build their nests.

They hollow out a single hole in the volcano with their hot fire.

How they are during nesting season:

They won't come out of their home for 2 years.

It takes the eggs 2 years to hatch.

Personality and behaviour:

Cunning creatures that know when someone or something is a threat.

Vigilant.

They are friendly and careful of what they do.

Fun facts:

Did you know that these dragons are the only species to decide to give live or lay eggs?

#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au

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poisonhemloc · 7 months

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misc taco truck rambles and also some overall demographic/how life works stuff

...if you know anything about sailor moon scroll down to the bottom and give me an opinion please i do not

Starting with the city's demographics- It's majority Nomai, then there's a smaller Owlk population and a slightly smaller than that Hearthian population.

Nomai raise children in their family units, Owlk will have all the kids in a block or two are kinda raised communally- they go home to parent/egg layer at night but there's multiple adults keeping eyes out.

Hearthians... grew out of me going 'this is how I handle this in fic, so how do I scale that for a city?' so there's hatchling houses, usually one to two depending on population size. They're not fast breeders so you only see two in a large, Hearthian majority city. There's staff in charge of the hatchlings and school, but it's expected the hatchlings will explore around and the adults know who they are and will keep eyes out for them.

(Besides the pheromone thing I talk about here hatchlings will get pictures and names of egg layer and any other involved parties- its downplayed enough they don't usually go hunting for them specifically)

When hatchlings graduate- usually when they can drink sap wine- all the adults in the area get a 'heads up Shale is leaving! And you may run into them' message, which is mostly so they can prepare.

A lot of younger Hearthians in the 'I'm an adult but I have very little life experience besides what the hatchling house tried to teach' end up couch surfing/temporarily in someone's spare room for a while before they really get their feet under them. This is considered normal and preferred; they get different outlooks on life and cleaning, older Hearthians might get someone who can bend to help with things, and they end up doing better alone than they would have otherwise.

Some hatchlings do leave early- Graphite (and Gabbro, years ago) left with permission. Granite left without permission, which is part of why they're having trouble in the story of the au. Usually you're returned to your hatchling house or a nearby one if you left without permission and you're found, rather than just let you run around homeless.

When Gabbro left they ended up crashing on Feldspar's couch (Porphy was with an older Hearthian named Nickel). Chert ended up with Hornfels, Riebeck landed with Gabbro after they ran into each other at the university Riebeck goes to and Gabbro teaches at. As a not taco truck, Marl was and still is at Tektite and Gneiss's, on and off.

I think all four founders ended up at Esker's, one right after another.

Generally a Hearthian's expected to start hosting hatchlings when they're (equivalent of) early/mid 30s. Sometimes it happens younger (Esker was in their 20s)

Okay, now, the actual. slightly unhinged stuff that's not worldbuilding

Gabbro, despite appearances, actions, and general demeanor isn't really a drugs person. They'll drink periodically but, that's kinda it. however. they will happily supervise anyone wanting to try anything because they think you need a nonjudemental chaperone for that kinda thing.

...after i said that, the two messages sent between me and Feef were 'making sure no one ends up at Porphy's with a public indecency charge' and then he sent back 'if you do drugs you gotta get in the safety onesie.' (...a onesie, jic, is a garment that covers you ankles to wrists to neck and usually has a hood and a zipper and is made of fleece. It's a sleepover/bedtime and its cold type thing)

So. That turned into Gabbro has onesies for anyone who might happen to be coming over; they get fun ones. If you're staying at their house overnight as a sleepover type thing (very common for Hearthians- they're very much so your family is your friends and more physical 'five of us will be sleeping Right Here') you gotta be wearing your onesie.

...this is where the sailor moon stuff comes in. Riebeck, Gneiss, and Moraine all get sailor onesies (meaning its patterned to look like they're wearing the uniform and idk why it doesn't appear to actually exist) and the only anime I've seen is gundam 00 and I don't know who'd they go for (...or how the show works in this universe that doesn't have humans but, details I don't wanna hammer out)

Graphite has a sailor jupiter onesie. Chert has sailor saturn. Riebeck has a different sailor. Feldspar and Granite both have (different) generic space suit ones. Gossan once walked in the door and was assigned a bear onesie and just assumed they had to stay overnight. Slate and Mica both have knights. Hornfels has batman (equivalent). Esker has a cowboy one. Tektite and Gneiss are Gabbro's neighbors; they think the onesie thing is funny, so Gneiss took one of the sailor scouts and Tektite has a big cat one. Hal takes a while before they come over but they get a butterfly.

The hatchlings are in some form of 'friends with Mica so know Slate and Moraine is doing stuff at the observatory so they know Chert and a little Hornfels' and that's enough for them to show up. Moraine has another sailor scout, Arkose and Tephra have generic racer suits, Galena has some kinda fish.

After Graphite found out that only Chert and Riebeck had seen any sailor moon they forced everyone they could to sit down and watch with them; the hatchlings got really into it, the adults were various levels of 'okay I'll watch an episode or two' Tektite got really into it once Gneiss forced them to sit down and watch

#poisonhemloc's rambles #outer wilds taco truck au #in other news i got a little more of the main story done and also a shorter thing to make Feef laugh #if this shows up in the mentioned shows tags. i am sorry dont click youll just be confused and also theres dlc spoilers here

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