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tubbytarchia · 3 months

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@mcyt-yuri-week day 2 Royalty/Knight, for which I had a very basic idea and then spiralled fully into AU territory without meaning to... Gem is a dragon huntress and it turns out the princess is a secret dragon shifter haha oops!! More thoughts under cut

Gem is a knight who serves the kingdom via hunting dragons to make ends meet, accompanied by a "hound" dragon, raised from birth to hunt other dragons and obey humans - The kingdom's "gift" to her to aid her. (Because how the hell is some basic solitary knight gonna hunt dragons without any help)

One day she spots, ambushes and follows this moth-like dragon that she's only heard of in rumors before

(the little butterfly tail is to distract or lure teehee)

In an attempt to escape the dragon weasels itself into a small cave but Gem's dragon quickly sniffs it out, only for her to come face to face with the princess. Naturally she's like "oh shit you're the princess this is awkward" (also no dragon shifters have been known to exist) and ofc she's not going to kill her then. Not only is there the moral dilemma of killing an innocent human but she also hasn't much to gain from it. Instead she just needs to figure out a way to get Pearl back to the kingdom and try to treat her injuries as well as think up an excuse for why Pearl would be in such a sorry state. She assures Pearl that she won't rat her out even though Pearl is convinced she will because it's valuable intel. Gem could probably swindle a lot of money out of this. But Gem's way too panicked regardless because her life is as good as over if anyone finds out that she harmed the princess

Gem is kinda brash and grits pleasantries through her teeth whenever she's talking to royalty so being stuck with the princess is hell (and somehow almost as concerning to her as the fact that she just discovered a dragon shifter) meanwhile Pearl is trying to get her to drop said pleasantries and appeal to her in an effort to stop Gem from revealing her to anyone (even though Gem wasn't going to regardless but Pearl's equally as panicked as Gem)

Also the hound awoo (I didnt mean for it to have almost the same bodytype as Pearl dragon oops)

And I guess idk!! Im a sucker for any monster shapeshifter forbidden romance plot etc man. That shit makes me weak. So this can just transpire into some little adventure/discovery story. Pearl struggles to accept that Gem doesn't want to rat her out and in trying to appeal to her, she quickly becomes genuine when they hit it off and Pearl finds newfound yearning to leave her princess life behind now that someone knows about her secret. Gem is actually working for the kingdom because something is being held against her, but she leaves duty and goes awol (and becomes wanted oops) to venture out with Pearl to help her find what she's looking for because Gem feels eternally guilty given their first confrontation. Pearl's wings also need to heal for awhile so that's further reason for Gem to aid her. Maybe she also likes Pearl a bit. Just maybe. Idk could be anyone's guess.... Would be crazy if she did

#Gem isnt wearing a helmet because I dont know how to draw a cool looking helmet and still retain Gem's recognizability haha dont look at me #gempearl #pearlgem #shiny duo #shinyduo #mcytyuriweekvalentines #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #Im so weak IM SO WEAK for this type of story #save me gempearl save me #tw blood #cw blood #blood #sorry forgot about these hhh #tubby art

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lunajay33 · 6 months

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Destiny Part.4🐺

Summary: Paul has just shifted to his new life as a wolf and feels empty without his imprint hoping he finds her soon, y/n just moved to forks to live with her dad and sister Bella and decides to go to the bone fire to make new friends

•Masterlist•

“I’m Paul’s imprint, he told me everything” I glared

She was so hypocritical, she can be in love with a vampire and be obsessed with their family after a year but I bc ant spend time with people who have been in my life forever and they just happen to be shifters? That’s not far, she’s never fair

“W..what?” She was shocked, her eyes showing full white and her jaw slacked open

“I’m Paul’s imprint, I’m meant to be with him, I always have been and we both knew it deep down, why is this such a problem atleast he protects people, look what those blood suckers did to you” i tried to reason

“You don’t know a thing about them y/n, don’t ever speak about them like that ever, you’d be lucky to even be in the same room as them, especially you” she scowled

“What is that suppose to mean Bella?” I felt my heart throb

“You’ve never been good enough, you’re just a burden to this family, can’t you see that”

I couldn’t take it anymore I ran out the door still sore but I didn’t know where to go, my bike was back at Emily’s, then I remembered I had Jakes number

I ran out of the house trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill, after three rings Billy answered

“Hello?”

“Hi billy……” I felt the lump in my throat get worse

“Y/n? What are you doing calling at this time of night? Are you okay?” He asked concerned like he always was with me

“Is Jake around? Would he be able to come pick me up?” I whined as my voice wavered

“Oh dear of course I’ll send him by right away just hold one okay?”

“Okay, thank you billy”

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I waited for 20 minutes when I saw his rabbit car pull up I quickly got in

“Y/n what’s wrong why did you call?” He asked concerned

I looked out the window and sunk in my seat

“Can we talk about it later I just need to be away from Bella right now…..please”

“Of course” he said softly as he started to drive back to his house

When we pulled up to the red house that felt more like home I felt a bit better, a sense of belonging

Me and Jake got out and he opened the door to the house for me, I threw myself down on the couch and sighed

Today was suppose to be a magical day, I found my soul mate, and he wanted me he actually just wanted me and I wasn’t his second choice

As I was sitting there I saw billy roll in and stop infront of me as Jake sat down next to me

“Dear what happened?” Billy asked

And the tears finally fell, I couldn’t hold it back anymore, especially around him

“She said I wasn’t good enough….that I’m just a burden to the family, I don’t know what I ever did wrong for her to hate me” I cried into my hands trying to avoid looking at them

I felt the warmth of Jakes hand rub my back as billy pat my knee

“Y/n look at me” billy pleaded and I hesitantly looked up

“You are never a burden to us, we love you, you’re like another daughter to me, and I know Jake sees you like his little sis, you’re always the sweetest most kindest soul, and don’t you ever let her make you think you’re not worth love” he said as he wiped my tears away

“Do you want me to call Paul?” Jake asked

“No I don’t want him seeing me like this” I hiccuped that’s when we heard a knock on the door

Jake got up to answer it and that’s when I heard that beautiful voice I love always got butterflies around

“Where is she? Is she okay?”

“Come in she’s on the couch” Jake said stepping aside and he jogged over kneeling infront of me

“We will give you some privacy” billy smiled as Jake wheeled him to a different room

“How did you know I was here?” I asked confused but I couldn’t help feel better with him around

“I could sense you weren’t okay and I just followed your scent, it’s an imprint thing, but what happened?”

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Part.5<-

How is everyone liking the story plz lmk🤍

@mistyyyy

#twilight fluff #twilight #paul lahote x y/n #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote #jacob black #bella swan #twilight wolfpack #twilight wolves #embry call #new moon

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 3 months

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The Arcana Mini-HCs: Brainrot's Masterlist, Pt 4

Finding out MC is ticklish

When MC can't swim and falls in a pool

M6 breaking MC's hyperfixation

Someone flirts with MC in front of M6

MC walks into a pole looking at M6

Waking up at midnight to ask "will you be my Valentine?"

M6 when MC can't dance

M6 meeting MC's ex

MC kissing M6 when someone else is flirting with them

MC takes on an apprentice

When Drunk!MC tells M6 to leave their partner for them

M6 with an infertile MC

M6 when MC's feeling needy

MC is good with an axe

M6's kid asks them for love advice

Tickling the M6

M6 meeting their teen's first partner

M6 with an MC who likes to deflect

When M6 see MC eat an orange whole

M6 playing Minecraft

When MC can see dead people

MC with sharp teeth

M6 with a mysterious MC

When MC looks like they're being threatened

M6 when MC listens to horror stories to fall asleep

When MC bakes a behemoth brownie

When MC purposefully sings lyrics wrong

M6 and classical music

When MC says "this song reminds me of you!"

When MC has a phobia of their familiar

When MC chokes drinking water

MC's younger sibling gives M6 a shovel talk

MC asks M6 to marry them again

Talking in silly voices

When MC's heart skips a beat for M6

M6 driving

M6 when MC gets hangry

MC with a jellyfish familiar

M6 when MC starts using pet names

When someone breaks into the shop

M6's pfps/usernames

Climbing trees

When affection makes MC emotional

Naming their kid

M6 when MC stims verbally

MC with horns and a tail

Keeping things fresh

MC and M6 as Orpheus and Eurydice

MC with long tangly hair

When MC's familiar is the same as M6's

MC has a butterfly familiar

MC giving M6 a massage

M6 at an amusement park

MC brings home a kid from the docks

MC's younger sibling teasing M6 about their relationship

When MC gets stuck on a claw machine

Shape shifter!MC

M6's horror movie preferences

M6 have a nightmare of MC dying

Giving M6 surprise hugs

When MC doodles on M6's arms

Knowing M6 before the plague

MC makes an unhinged comment and runs off

Booping

M6 trying the ribbon-on-bicep trend

With a soft-spoken MC

With a bear familiar

MC that draws math in the air

When MC runs REALLY warm

With a trapeze artist MC

M6 in the cold

M6 and the Cat Distribution System

Deaf!MC hearing M6's voice for the first time

MC takes out their hearing aids for a migraine

When MC works with ghosts

M6 eating bland food

MC getting jumpscared by their familiar

MC is a vampire against their will

When MC has a speech impediment

When MC is romance starved

M6 when MC's familiar is injured/sick

M6 playing Wipe Out

M6's kid gets unfairly dress coded

M6 at IKEA

M6 with hiccups

When MC likes having their hair played with

M6's kid has a nightmare and asks to join them

When M6's kid sneaks out, then asks to get picked up

When MC didn't like the M6 at first

M6 kissing MC when they're eating spicy food

When MC picks/bites their fingernails

With a parrot familiar

When MC has a rough time on a rollercoaster

When MC used to be famous

Perfectionist MC with a fragile ego

With a coyote familiar

Deaf!M6 hear MC for the first time

MC with entomophobia

MC rants about a bad book/play

M6 as college students

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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sprout-gt · 9 months

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happy size shifters ~

i know a common trope in the community are emotional size shifters who shrink because of stressful/negative emotions becoming overwhelming (which is one of my favorite things to write about believe me). but i had a thought...

what about size shifters who shrink because they're elated?

shifters on the phone with their crushes, getting more and more butterflies by the second. they shrink while they kick their feet, while the person on the other end is none the wiser. eventually they get so small they have to prop their phone up on their pillow, lying down in front of the screen, chin in their hands. They then get extremely flustered when the voice on the other end goes, "i think my phone is being weird... you sound a lot quieter".

shifters who get extremely good news, that makes sends them over the moon. they get so excited that whoever is with them sees them get smaller as they jump up and down, before they motion that they need to pick them up now so they can tell you all about it- and they're still bouncing in their arms. they prattle on as their voice gets smaller but just as gleeful, till you have to raise them closer to your ear just to get a word of it.

shifters who are watching their favorite comfort content, and despite having seen it countless times, their favorite characters still make them squeal with glee. maybe their showing it to their friend/partner for the first time, and with each memorized line the shifter laughs, and the other person can feel the weight leaned against their side lighten as they shink. eventually they gaze down at them with a dumb smile and ask, "haven't you've seen this before?"

just a thought :)

#g/t #g/t community #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t fluff #g/t prompts #size shifter #no because imagine the possibilities #feel free to run with this

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writeforfandoms · 8 months

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Armor - pt 2

Find my CoD masterlist

This was originally supposed to be a two parter, but it grew plot on me, and I think it's gonna be three parts. We'll see how it goes. Also, this does tie back a bit to Born for Greatness, but it's not necessary to have read that one.

Cats are known to hold grudges, and you're no different. Fortunately, Rodolfo and his pack are more than willing to help you get a little revenge.

For Fall4Rudy hosted by @glitterypirateduck

Warnings: canon typical violence, shifter behavior, shifter courting, flirting.

Word count: 2.4k

Rodolfo Parra x f!reader

"Canines," you grumbled to yourself, stretching carefully. Rodolfo was on the other side of the training room, gaze darting between you and the pair of soldiers sparring. He hadn't quite been hovering the last two days, but he'd been close.

You weren't quite sure how to interpret his behavior, really.

"Need a hand?"

You paused, arms still stretched up over your head, and looked to the side. Colonel Vargas stood there, dressed down for working out, smirk in place. You eyed him for a moment, curious, before you nodded.

"My second has taken quite the liking to you." His tone was conversational as he checked your stretches, making sure you weren't popping any stitches.

"So I've seen." You glanced at him, curious. But you couldn't smell any hostility coming from him.

"You object?" Still conversational, only a little curious.

"Not to his attention," you answered cautiously, straightening up to face him fully. "Why? Do you object?"

"No." He smiled, something secretive and amused. "I have known Rudy a long time, and I'm happy he found someone that intrigues him." He paused for a moment for dramatic effect, smile shifting into a shit-eating grin. "Even if you are a cat."

You laughed, startled. "Spoken like a true canine," you shot back.

He laughed, holding out a hand to help steady you when you moved wrong and pulled your stitches. "Laswell didn't brief you on what we are?"

"Nope. Said I'd find out." You shrugged and then hissed softly. "Don't suppose I will, now."

"No?" He raised one eyebrow at you, guiding you into another stretch.

"I assume since I got caught that I'll be sent back soon." You refused to frown, breathing deeply.

"On the contrary." Vargas motioned you to stand. "I'd like your help with the rest of the investigation."

"What?" You blinked at him, thrown completely off.

"If you'd like." He tipped his head, watching you. "We would be grateful for the help."

He wasn't kicking you out. Well. That was… new. "What's the plan?"

"Find the production base." He shrugged, eyes gleaming. "And blow it up."

"I'm on board." You grinned, bright and a little bloodthirsty.

"Good." Vargas nodded, pleased. "I'll have Rudy let you know when we have an update." He walked away, apparently satisfied.

Sneaky bastard. You smirked to yourself and went back to stretching, until you felt a stitch pop. The scent of blood was harsh on your nose and tongue, and you grimaced. Dammit.

Rodolfo was at your side a moment later, hovering. "Popped a stitch?"

"Just one," you answered with a grimace. "Damn."

"Back to medical." His hand was feather light against your back, guiding you out and down the hall. You didn't object. Which was surprising, because you normally didn't like being fussed over this way.

But coming from Rodolfo… well. That was a different story.

Your trip to medical was short, with the popped stitch being replaced by a butterfly bandage. You were healing fast enough that it didn't matter too much.

Apparently after that nothing would do but getting some food. But instead of ushering you to the common mess, Rodolfo ushered you to a quieter building and straight into a kitchen.

"Sit," he offered. "I'll cook."

You blinked at him but boosted yourself up to sit on a counter. When he shot you an exasperated look, you just grinned.

"Cat," you reminded him.

"I would like to see you without all the blood," he said after a moment, turning away to start getting ingredients.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," you bargained, grinning a little when the back of his neck flushed.

"After you get your stitches out. I'd rather you not injure yourself further."

"I've done a good job of avoiding that most of my life."

"A trend I would like to continue."

You chuckled, leaning back to watch him work. He moved smoothly, with confidence. Clearly he was no stranger in the kitchen. It took very little time for the kitchen to smell good, and you hummed in pleasure.

Dinner was quiet, but companionable. You were hyper aware of how close he sat, how his scent mellowed with contentment, how he watched to make sure you had enough to eat.

It wasn't quite courting behavior, but really only one step removed.

It only took another day until your stitches were removed, and two days after that for Rodolfo to pull you into plotting.

The actual production facility was a little ways away, protected by the cartel, but fortunately away from the city so there was a lower chance of civilians getting caught in the cross-fire. Vargas sent two of his pack to survey the area for guard numbers and rotations.

You studied the aerial map, head tipped. The facility was not small. It would take several charges to bring it all down. And then there was the issue of the drug itself…

“I reached out to a friend to ask about this powder,” Vargas told you and Rodolfo. “He recommended gas masks and to cover our skin as much as possible.”

You nodded. Made sense. “Definitely don’t want to get a face full of that stuff,” you agreed lightly. “What are we doing with it?”

“Burning it.” Vargas shrugged when your gaze lifted to him. “Fastest way to dispose of it.”

You hummed acknowledgement of that, glancing briefly back at Rodolfo. His scent was comforting in its familiarity, something you couldn’t help but appreciate. He merely nodded once to you - the plan was set and solid, as far as he was concerned. Adjustments would be made once the two pack members came back with intel, but otherwise, you were all set.

Rodolfo walked with you to get ready when it was time. They had plenty of gear for you to use, and you raised your eyebrows just a little at the armory. Very well stocked.

“What is that look for?” Rodolfo raised one eyebrow at you.

“Little bit impressed,” you admitted, grabbing a knife. “That’s all.”

He puffed up a little, pride suffusing his scent. It took you a moment to realize why - proof he was able to provide. Not the typical way a potential mate proved they could provide, but, well… You liked this way better. You hid your smile, up until he decided to help you with your gear, double checking everything for you. His movements were slow, intentional, giving you every chance to move away.

You didn’t.

“Gonna let me return the favor?” you asked, tipping your head a little to drag your gaze over his gear.

He swallowed, but stopped in front of you, arms out in invitation. You sidled right into his personal space, checking his gear for him. And if you let your touches linger… well, that was between the two of you.

Okay, yes, you were flirting. You liked him. You liked his quiet confidence. You even liked his unsubtle hovering.

You rode with him and Vargas and one other pack member, watching out the window. The drive was quiet for the occasional remark, half in Spanish.

It was weird to be riding with a pack, feeling almost like one of them. It had been a long, long time since you’d been part of a pack.

The rest of the approach was on foot, going for stealth over speed. The other two cars joined your group, bringing the total count up to twelve. Rodolfo kept to your six, nodding you forward when you hesitated for a bare moment. You shot him a quick smile and advanced, steps silent. You noted all the high points you could, half-tempted to find an upper route to take. But no, the pack would not appreciate that. So you kept your feet on the ground.

Vargas had you all put on your masks before you approached the first layer of guards, just in case.

The first wave went down nearly silently, and you couldn’t help the thrum of satisfaction. You were a cat, okay, you were allowed to hold grudges.

Entry went as smoothly as could be managed - Vargas stole keys off one of the guards, making your entry easier. You took down two guards before they could raise the alarm, smirking at Vargas’s soft, “Good spotting.”

The group split into three smaller groups, since nobody knew exactly where the stockpile would be. Each group had one person with explosives, ready to be planted at strategic locations. All the better to blow this place.

You and Rodolfo switched off taking point, clearing your way through the facility. It was quiet, being the middle of the night, with mostly only guards around. The few workers you came across were quickly and quietly detained.

“Found the storage room,” Vargas spoke through the earpiece, and you paused to glance back at Rodolfo. “Keep masks on, we’re setting it on fire.”

You nodded briefly, seeing Rodolfo mirror the action, before you continued on with your sweep. Your group got the last charge planted and headed back to rendezvous at the entrance again.

Vargas did a quick visual headcount, nodded, and started back towards the car. He halted just far enough away, near the rise of a small hill, and turned back to look. The fire had already spread from the storage room, the orange glow clearly visible from this distance. He gave the order to detonate.

The blast was bigger than you’d anticipated, and you couldn’t help the grin that stretched your lips. A few of the others whooped or laughed.

Rodolfo’s hand settled at the dip of your lower back, under your vest, light but present. You hummed and leaned back ever so slightly into him. From the corner of your eye, you just saw Vargas’s teasing grin. But he didn’t say anything.

The ride back to base felt very celebratory, everyone pleased with a job well done with minimum casualties.

You, however, were too wired to sleep, and not in the mood for alcohol. So you slipped away from the others, breathing in deep. The air out here was crisp and fresh, the scents of the base familiar and grounding. It was a good night for a run, honestly.

“Everything alright?”

You startled at Rodolfo’s soft voice behind you. You hadn’t heard him approach at all. You half-turned to look at him, noting the way his lips pressed together, the humor in his eyes. Sneaky. “Yeah, fine. Just not in the mood for all that.” You made a vague motion back at the impromptu party.

“No?” Rodolfo took a single step closer to you, relaxed and curious. “What were you planning to do instead?”

“Honestly? I was thinking of going for a run.”

Rodolfo smiled slowly. “Then let’s go.”

You huffed, amused, and nodded back towards your room. “Meet you back here in a minute?”

He nodded once, and you headed back to your room. Not out of any sense of modesty, but it was much easier to change in your room so your clothes wouldn’t end up full of dirt. Or stolen as a prank. That had happened more than once.

As it was, you stripped down quickly and left your clothes carelessly on your bed before shifting. Much better. Especially since this time was easy and comfortable. You stretched your front legs out in a classic feline stretch before padding out of the room and back outside.

A wolf approached you, brown-red with a lighter cream underside. The tip of his tail was cream colored, like he’d dipped it in paint, and you huffed your amusement. He sniffed you, noses nearly touching, posture relaxed, tail wagging slowly. You huffed and licked his muzzle once before turning and trotting off. You didn’t have to look back to know he was following you.

The soldier at the gate didn’t even blink at the two of you, just opened the gate far enough for you both to get out.

Rodolfo took lead to start, loping easily away from base. You followed hot on his heels, enjoying the quiet sounds of the area the further you got from base.

Once you’d determined you were far enough away, you put on a burst of speed to catch up to the wolf, darting in front of him and then taking off to the side. He boofed once at you and gave chase.

The game of chase was relaxed, far too fun to be anything but playful. He caught you, then after a bit of chasing you caught him. Back and forth the two of you went, zig zagging across the land. You were conscious to not go anywhere he couldn’t follow, like up a tree.

Finally, though, he tackled you, teeth grabbing your ruff firmly enough to hold but not hurt. You rumbled but held still under him, allowing him the victory. He huffed through his nose, warm air ruffling your fur, before he laid down next to you instead. You looked down at him for a moment before you began cleaning his face, showing him your favor.

You shouldn’t like him so much. But you did. You wanted to learn more about him, spend more time with him. See how things went.

The two of you laid next to each other, quiet and content, for a while. Until the sky started to lighten. Then you stood, stretched, and nudged Rodolfo into getting up as well.

The trot back to base was easy and peaceful, and the two of you parted ways to go get some sleep. He nuzzled your neck one last time before trotting off to his own room.

You woke after far too little sleep to a call from Kate.

“How long until you can be ready to go?” she asked you, firm and businesslike as always.

“Where?” You blinked rapidly, trying to clear the sleep from your eyes and your brain. It was too damn early, but clearly duty called.

“A mutual friend found something worth investigating in Canada,” Kate told you. “I need you to do recon first.”

You groaned softly. “Canada?” you asked, only a little despairing. “Fuck.” You rolled out of bed, making a mental note to kill Logan. If you even could. You (and half the shifter community) were convinced he was a fucking demi-god or something, the way he just never died. “Give me a couple hours to figure out what’s going on here.”

“Three hours.” Kate hung up, and you blew out a breath.

Time to go find Alejandro.

#shifter au #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #f!reader

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bittykimmy13 · 4 months

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Day 2: Scenarios I wish I saw more often...

The giant in the situation being the helpless/captive one 👀

And just in general, unexpected power dynamics/shifts between the giant and tiny characters! Whether a seemingly weak character is revealed to be a size shifter, or the tiny character is actually the one giving the orders and holds power over the giant characters, etc.

Morally grey characters! I'd love to see more characters in G/t stories that walk the line between being perfect angels and straight-up evil. Sympathetic motives with questionable actions?? Yes please.

Horror?? There is so much potential in G/t for terror that goes beyond fearplay. I love fearplay that gives me butterflies--give me that every day of the week. But also sometimes I wanna be TERRIFIED 💖

More fairies in general 😘

🖋 G/t Writer Appreciation Challenge🖋

#wacprompts #gtwac

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synnamonroll666 · 5 months

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Hello! I noticed that you’re taking requests and I hope you don’t mind doing mine…

Request: could you write headcanons for Syzoth with a fem!reader from Earthrealm who’s also in a circus as an acrobat who mostly does aerial silks? (Once I heard about him being in a travelling, my mind went ding! and produced this idea)

Ohhhhh, this is so cool! I always wanted to do something about the reader being in a carnival too. And when I heard about Syzoth being in a travelling carnival, it ticked that idea off in my brain as well. 😅 I love the idea of the reader being an acrobat who does aerial silks too! I have always been fascinated by it. 😍 Anyway, here are the headcanons!

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Syzoth X Fem!Reader: In The Carnival

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I had worked at the carnival for quite a few years now. Acrobatics were my life—my passion. I couldn't imagine doing anything else.

But my favorite act was the aerial silks. Being up in the air with all my limbs wrapped in silky ropes like a butterfly caught in a spider's web gave me a feeling like no other.

It was a day like any other when another carnival came to town. The newcomers decided to have a visit and watch the shows me and my colleagues would perform.

I was a little more nervous than usual before performing. My audience was one thing, but these people were in my profession, and I could help but worry about their judgment.

Either way, I still pushed through and did my work. It didn't take long before I was swinging in the air like an angel of their entertainment. Listening to their gasps of awe was like music to my ears.

I was pretty tired after the show, so I only said hello to a few of the newcomers before heading back to my tent to rest. Though I wished I could visit for longer—due to feeling quite lonely at the time—I just did not have the energy for it. But just as I sat down, some of my boxes that were stacked came crashing down before me.

Startled, I jumped up from my seat and yelled. My reaction must've scared the unseen intruder as well, because only seconds later, a person appeared out of thin air.

I screamed, grabbing for my pepper spray. Having something to defend yourself with was crucial when being a carnival performer due to the risk of robbers and other unwanted individuals regularly stopping by for a visit.

But lucky for this guy, I waited for just a second before attacking and saw his hands go up in defense. I hesitated, but I kept my little weapon up just in case.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I just w-wanted to come say hello, but I was too nervous!" He frantically tried to explain, his words coming out glued together to make one huge sentence.

Hearing this, I lowered the pepper spray, understanding the situation. I was quite shy as well, so how could I blame him for disappearing the second the chance to socialize came up? If only I had his ability...

"Y-You were invisible. Are you a magician of some kind?" I asked, genuinely curious and wanting to learn more.

He visibly began to relax and let out a faint chuckle, amused by my question. "No, I'm a shape-shifter."

"Shape-shifter?"

He nodded his head and then gave me information that blew my mind away: that he wasn't even a human. I begged him to show me his true form, and after a moment of hesitation, he revealed himself before me.

He was shaking slightly, as if he expected me to hurt him. But that was the complete opposite of what I wanted to do. He was so beautiful—an 8ft reptilian beast. He was something to be cherished, not harmed.

I couldn't contain myself and reached out to pet his nose. His crimson eyes widened, but he allowed it, quickly melting into my touch as I brushed my fingers along his scales.

After that, we spent the entire night talking. There was no sleep; slumber was replaced by facts about our lives and curious questions. By the morning, I felt as if I knew him more than anyone else in the world.

He told me that he was a Zaterran and that his race was from Outworld, as well as the fact that his people banished him for his ability because he was different. My heart broke for the poor man.

However, I reassured him that he was not a freak in my eyes, and I would like to keep in touch. His whole face lit up with joy, and he agreed that he would also like to continue our friendship.

When it came time for the other carnival to leave, I promised dear Syzoth that we would meet again. And I fully intended on keeping that promise. We said our goodbyes, and then I was lonely once again.

Not only that, but my heart then beated with a new desire. I had to see him again someday... I just had to...

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