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inkblackorchid · 1 year

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Have you ever thought about moments (whether in canon or in your own scenarios) where Aki could possibly call on the full Mark of the Dragon? Out of the signers, only Aki and Luca iirc are the only ones seen without manifesting the insignia on their backs.

Anon I have thought about this so often it’s not even funny. I have, on several occasions, sat in rooms by myself, seemingly staring at nothing while my mind was going at 200 km/h trying to figure out a scenario where this could happen to Aki. As it turns out, though, canon is… kinda in the way when it comes to that. Bear with me, this answer might get more long-winded than intended, but here’s the thing(s):

I had to go back and check myself just to be sure, but in canon, only four people have managed to unify the signer marks in special situations: Yusei, Jack, Rua, and, surprisingly, Rex Goodwin. And Yusei is the only one who managed it not one, but several times. (Among those times: his second duel against Kiryu, his first duel against Placido, the BBT duel against Paradox, and his final duel against Z-ONE. Meanwhile, Jack only did it in his duel against dark signer Carly and maybe also in the duel against Red Nova, I don’t remember that exactly, Rua did it when he almost died against Aporia, and Goodwin did it for no apparent reason during his stint as the final antagonist of the DS arc.) Meaning that Crow, Ruka, and Aki never even got their chance. As to why they didn’t, frankly (at least in my opinion, mind, I’m not the central authority on canon), I think it’s because the antagonists bringing about the situations where the mark is unified (not counting Goodwin’s nonsense) were all tailored to the people defeating them. Kiryu, Placido, and Z-ONE were super personal fights for Yusei. Carly was arguably THE single most personal duel for Jack in the entire show. And Aporia, the personification of despair, facing off against little Rua, who refused to give up hope until his (nearly) last breath? Yeah, also personal.

And the thing is, Crow, Ruka, and Aki don’t really… have anyone like that. Arguably, their respective dark signer duels would have still fit the bill the best, since the dark signers were very personal antagonists by default (a reason why I adore them). At the same time, I can see why the writers didn’t do that, because if every signer had had a unified-mark-Majestic-Dragon moment during a dark signer duel, it would have quickly felt gimmicky instead of earned.

Which brings me back to your question—a moment where Aki could possibly unify the signer marks would have to feel earned, and thus, it would have to put her up against an antagonist who’s a fairly big obstacle, for one, and who’s ideally a personal fight for her, too. As you may realise, canon doesn’t exactly give her that. All the major antagonists, especially during the WRGP arc, aren’t personal fights for her, more vague threats against the whole world. None of them are written to juxtapose or foil her, and she isn’t written to juxtapose or foil any of them. (You could argue that Sherry is somewhat personal, but with her flip-flopping allegiances, she honestly doesn’t count as enough of an antagonist for this for me.) The only antagonists who come even close to being appropriate fights for a scenario where Aki could get her hypothetical Majestic Rose Dragon (or other upgrade) moment are Misty, who isn’t treated as big enough of a threat for the reasons stated above, and Divine, who exits the stage after his last hurrah in the Misty duel with absolutely no fanfare whatsoever. Which means that as far as canon is concerned, Aki has no proper opponent available who could make a moment like that happen. As such, I feel that if one wanted to give Aki a nice, well-earned moment where she gets to unify the signer marks (and god, do I want to give her that moment), there are only two ways it could go: 1. Dust off Divine and make him a proper threat somehow (which is risky because he was previously already removed from the narrative and might thus come off as repetitive), or 2. Make up an antagonist who’s not tailored to Yusei or Jack for once, but to Aki (which is also risky because it requires good setup in order to make the payoff moment feel earned).

So yes, anon, I have thought about it, haha. Often enough that it drives me a little insane. Unfortunately, canon is extremely unhelpful where this scenario is concerned. Which is not to say that I am not scheming to find a way to make such a moment happen anyway, at least in my adjusted version of canon.

#aki izayoi #akiza izinski #yugioh 5ds #ofc it also doesn’t help that Black Rose Dragon never got a Majestic version #and that Ruddy Rose Dragon was printed years and years after the show ended #but oh well #sometimes you gotta take a hammer and FIX the canon you know?#ask the orchid #thanks for the ask hope the answer wasn’t too long-winded!

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moniquill · 7 months

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@travellingdragon , because you asked:

Dragon descriptions by breed:

Nampeshiwe - the indigenous dragons of North Markesland (specifically a northeast woodlands breed)

In general, North Markesland dragons are somewhat mustelid in conformation and gait

A description of Kasaqua’s mother:

It was red and gold and glorious with the evening sun behind it, like a hillside in autumn. From nose to tail it was twice as long as my canoe, and its wings opened half again that wide. It had a crown of antlers that must have come to thirty points or more. It stretched its wings, and the sun came through them, showing the scarlet net of its bloodworks. It had a long, sinuous body, like an otter or a fisher. Its neck double-curved like a heron's. Its mane was blood red, each spiky feather tipped with black, and it had black markings on its eyes and muzzle and along the rims of its deer-like ears.

Kasaqua upon hatching:

Overall it was about the size of a marten, dull yellow and speckled brown and black across its back. Its wings, as it stretched them out and flicked off bits of slime, proved much smaller than its mother's had been. They didn't look at all suited for the task of getting it into the air. Its head was overlarge for its body, and so were its feet. It had no sign of antlers or feathers. It looked as soft and bald as a baby songbird.

Word of Author on Nampeshiwe:

Average size when adult is twenty feet from nose to tail and thirty feet from wingtip to wingtip at full spread - this makes them middle-sized as dragons go. Bodily conformation of hatchlings should put one in mind of a ferret, sable, or martin - a mature adult is more like a wolverwine or honeybadger. The skin of the body ranges from buff gold through ginger and even orange, while the wingleather shades smoothly from that color at the wing wrist to scarlet red at the leading edge. Mane feathers of adults are red or ruddy brown and may or may not have darker veins and tips. Adults females have manes on the crows of thier heads and backs of their necks, while adult males have a mane that fully encompasses the throat and chest, like a lion’s mane and may or may not have a beard. Adults males also have bronze iridescence, especially on the breast feathers.

Introduced Dragons

In general, dragons from the old world are somewhat wolfish or doggish in confirmation and gait

Akhari - an introduced breed developed in Kindah and Kedar

One of the dragons saw us coming and rose to its feet, approaching with great interest. It was a breed I didn't know from the book, light brown with black stripes across its back and wings, pale on its belly. It was as tall as a pony, but longer from nose to tail. It yawned hugely and loped forward with a wolfish gait, and Kasaqua bounded ahead to meet it.

Arin - an introduced breed developed in Vaskosland (closely related to Bjalladreki)

In the next cell, a somewhat smaller dragon lay on its back, belly up and legs splayed. It was a shade of green that reflected blue, like the head of a drake mallard, and had a thorny crown of bone-white quills.

Professor Ibarra's Arin, Abiadura, looked like an especially lean and lanky Bjalladreki with shorter and stouter quills.

Bjalladreki - an introduced Norseland breed

This dragon had a crown of brown and white striped quills, the ones nearest to its face webbed like a fish's fins. It was a ruddy brown color overall, fading to gray on its belly and beneath its wings, with brilliant sea-green eyes. The webs around its face were mottled with green markings, too.

Niklas’ dragon was a bjalledreki as well, and having three of them at such close quarters allowed me to examine the breed in a detail that I hadn't been able to before. Ivar's dragon was the largest of the three, and broadest across the chest. Niklas’ dragon was smaller than Sigrod but larger than Magnus, and more gray than either of the others. The quills of its crown were especially long and finely formed, their banding more subtle and dappled, and they were each tipped in brilliant white. Magnus looked rangy compared to the other two, plainly more juvenile in conformation and demeanor.

Bjalladrekis were far and away the most common breed in the academy’s dragonhall, probably because the breed was famously even-tempered and versatile. Also because bjalladrekis begat more bjalladrekis, so their being popular meant more of their eggs were available. Marta’s dragon, Magnus, was a bjalladreki. The breed was ruddy brown and gray, with a mane of quills like a porcupine’s, and teal-green markings on the face and the backs of the wings.

Word of Author: This is the Labrador Retriever and American Quarter Horse of the dragon world, at least in New Anglesland dragoneering culture - wildly popular for being a dependable, middle of the road kind of creature.

Falterdrach - an introduced breed developed in Tyskland

The dragon in the next cell was red and black, with a pair of recurved black horns. It was worrying at a bone big enough that it had to be a cow's leg. It flicked a wing open as we passed by the front of the cell, and I saw that it had great black patches on a red field, like a butterfly's wing.

Professor Mesman’s Falterdrach, Kostbar, was a smallish black dragon with brilliant red patches on his wings reminiscent of a butterfly.

Jirada - an introduced breed developed in Kindah

In the cell after that, a brown and gold dragon was lying with its back to us. I couldn't see its head at all, but it seemed to have very long, narrow wings.

Professor Nazari's Jirada, named Zati, was dusty brown with especially long and narrow wings.

Kessledrach - an introduced breed developed in Tyskland

It was an altogether larger creature than Kasaqua's mother had been—stockier and more forwardly-built. If Kasaqua’s mother could be likened to an otter, this dragon could be likened to a bear. It was green and bronze, and instead of antlers it had a pair of sharp horns that swept back from its brow.

Frau Kuiper’s Gerhard, an enormous dark green Kessledrach, was built like a bear

Silberdrach - an introduced breed developed in Anglesland

All of the other cells—something like seventy or eighty of them—appeared to be empty save one at the very end. In that cell a huge white-and-gray dragon with pale eyes stared at us with keen interest. Its mouth was partly open, its black tongue flicking out between glittering fangs.

Two of the dragoneers visited north village. Not dragons like yours, thorny silver-white monsters eight foot tall at the shoulder.”

“Silberdrachs,” I said, nodding. “They’re a favored breed in the dragonthede, along with Kessledrachs. Most of the jarlsgards who are dragoneers are bonded to Silberdrachs, I think.

Captain Einarsson’s ill-tempered Silberdrach, whose name I’d never learned, was white and gray - though her tongue and gums were black

Velikolepni - an introduced breed developed in Russland and Roveland

It was only a little bigger than Kasaqua, and it had a very distinctive look. It was very pale all over, wheat-colored above and below with bands of white along its flanks, shading to brilliant gold on its tail and the backs of its wings. It lacked any sort of a mane, but had three sets of little horny nubs on either side of the crown of its head. It had a pair of barbles sweeping back from its nose, another above its eyebrows, and a double pair sprouting from its chin—taken together, I was reminded very strongly of a catfish.

Sander’s dragon, Inga, had grown enormously since I’d last seen her. She was now the size of a pony, and her triple set of golden horns had grown out to three or four inches in length.

In general, dragons from Markesland and the Far East have brachiating antlers that shed and regrow annually and elongated bauplans, while Norselandish dragons have horns (1-3 pairs) that do not shed and more compact bauplans.

#TSADB #to shape a dragon's breath #dragons #description

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nettleshuttle · 1 year

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i picked up 5ds again and the notion that aki’s black rose dragon’s board clearing effect symbolizes her not only inflicting pain on others, but also harming herself (because the dragon ultimately destroys itself too) hit me like a truck?? black rose basically sends itself to the graveyard, just dragging all other cards on the field down with him — and the other effect, switching any defense monster to attack position and lowering its atk to zero, actually makes her hurt people even more, as they can’t defend themselves either??

needless to say, it’s great how black rose and stardust have complementary effects in the destruction/protection aspect (aki’s and yusei’s duels are always such tearjerkers). still, apart from reflecting their relationship, it also tells you a lot about their respective characters and ways of dueling, with yusei reaching out to others and deriving happiness from helping them, while aki was made to use her powers to harm and break people, which brought down considerable pain also on her herself. besides, black rose has a base attack smaller by 100 and one less star, hinting at its inferiority — both in terms of power and symbolically.

i love how aki’s finally mastered the psychic power that’s been tormenting her throughout the initial arcs — but, as for now at least, her ace remains black rose and i really hope her deck is going to see some canon development the way yusei and jack’s do. for one thing, aki’s best duel links cards — basal rose shoot and ruddy rose dragon — focus on alleviating the self destruction part of black rose’s effect; basal allows you to summon it back from the graveyard/banished cards, while ruddy rose does the board-grave clear without being destroyed itself. i really hope she gets to these in 5ds, as that’s just the kind of growth i’d kill to see for aki in the show <33

#yugioh #5ds #akiza izinski #aki izayoi #black rose dragon #i’m currently on ep 70-something?#i love her character so much just let her be happy

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maya-tl · 11 months

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For the quote writing prompts:

"Smoka pokonać trudno, ale starać się trzeba" from Nowe Ateny, a Polish encyclopedia from the middle ages. (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nowe_Ateny) It translates to "Defeating the dragon is hard, but you have to try." Feel free to take this as literally or metaphorically as you wish.

Ideas for characters:

Turin

Thorin

Bilbo

Maglor

(I tried to pick ones where the quote works both literally and metaphorically)

Bilbo was a masterful storyteller, at least according to the children of the Shire. It mattered not which story he told, or how many times he told it, or even how many details he changed—the children always clung to his every word with baited breath.

It was Bilbo's 100th birthday, a truly momentous occasion for any Hobbit, and the celebrations were sure to be spectacular. Preparations were in full swing and the workers had brought along their offspring for the sole purpose of dumping them on Bilbo, who was so very talented at keeping them from causing mischief.

And so he had grabbed a chair, pipe in hand, and the children immediately gathered around him to beg for a story.

"The one with the trolls, Mister Bilbo!"

"No, I want to hear the song of the goblin king again!"

"Tell us about the dragon, Mister Bilbo!"

"The elves, the elves!"

"My, what enthusiasm! Well now," Bilbo had said cheekily, "I suppose I shall have to tell it all, hm?"

So he began his tale and the children quietened at once, and he told them of dwarves in his kitchen and orc chases across the fields and stone giants battling in the rain, embellishing the story where it was appropriate and lowering his voice in seriousness when it was not. And whenever he paused to allow questions many tiny hands rose in the air, waving frantically in the hopes he would pick them.

"And Smaug the Terrible fell from the sky upon the burning ruins of Laketown, and so ended his terrible reign over the Lonely Mountain," Bilbo said.

A hand shot up from the veritable crowd of youngsters, and Bilbo craned his neck to see whom it belonged to. A young boy with ruddy curls and brown eyes was watching him patiently, and his face was solemn in the way a child's features never should be, and Bilbo was intrigued.

"Yes, little one?" he said, blowing a ring of smoke over the children's heads, who all turned to look at who had caught their storyteller's attention.

The boy lowered his hand and held his gaze. "Were you the only one who could defeat the dragon?"

Bilbo blinked. "Why no, little lad. It was in fact Bard the Bowman, now King of Dale, who slew the beast—"

"Yes," said the boy, "So then why did you go?"

"Well..." Bilbo chewed thoughtfully on the end of his pipe. "The dwarves are my friends, and Erebor was theirs before the dragon took it from them. I couldn't stand by and let him keep it, you see."

"But they weren't your friends when you met them," the boy insisted, frowning, "So why did you go?"

Bilbo paused, lowering his pipe mid-smoke. He thought of his friends, so far away, of noble Thorin and bright Fíli and brave Kíli whom he would never see again. He thought once more of his home, and how empty it seemed now, and recalled the history that Gandalf had taught him.

"Perhaps at first because I was selfish," he said at last, as the children listened carefully, "And I longed for something different. But in the end I went because I had to. Because no one else would."

The boy kept frowning, as though Bilbo's answer had disappointed him, and Bilbo sighed and leaned forward.

"Allow me to tell you a little secret," he said quietly, and all the children scooted closer to hear him, "There is much danger out there in the great beyond, and all evil things might as well be dragons. Defeating the dragon is hard, but you have to try."

"Why?" whispered the boy with audible frustration, "Why can't you just stay home? Leave the fighting to someone else?"

"Because," Bilbo said gently, "As much as there is evil in the world, there is some good in the world too, and it's worth fighting for. There may be others out there willing to fight, powerful and ancient warriors who know how to wield a sword—but even the smallest person can make a difference."

Bilbo looked into the child's brown eyes and saw, in their depths, someone who would one day do great deeds, little as he was in the grand scheme of things.

"All you have to do," he said, "Is try."

A noise sounded from somewhere behind him, a mother calling for her daughter, and just like that the spell was broken and the children scattered, each running for their parents. Only the boy with ruddy hair remained behind, a contemplative look on his face.

"But what if you fail, Mister Bilbo?" he asked in a small voice, "What if you do try, but you don't succeed?"

Bilbo blew another ring of smoke in the air and looked beyond the boy's figure at his approaching father. It was late afternoon now, almost evening; he ought to get going, lest he miss tea time. He turned back to the boy, whose curls were framed in a halo by the setting sun.

"Then, little one," he said, smiling, "You try again."

Send me a quote and I'll write a short snippet around it! Remember to include the characters you want me to write for!

#my_inbox #the-symphony-of-lydia-brown #my_writing #writing #fanfiction #the hobbit #hobbit fic #bilbo #bilbo baggins

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leftdragonwombatroad · 2 years

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dragon bride (prologue) || aemond targaryen

pairing: Aemond Targaryen х original female character

warnings: nothing like that now, but then…

summary: two worlds intersect and feelings burn through two hearts

a/n: Near the Seven Kingdoms lies the kingdom of Darein where dragons are considered messengers of death and misfortune, so they try to ward them off with magic…

English is not my first language I apologize for the mistakes!

this part is a prologue (yes, you could think of it that way)

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Eileen had always believed in fairy tales, which she read with the daughters of other Darein princes at family feasts.A group of ruddy girls each time ran away from the feast and settled around the fire. Then the most nimble of the princesses would pull out a small book cleverly hidden in her skirts and begin to read, looking around fearfully.

“Come today about the beautiful Dragon Prince who took Princess Spring as his wife,” Maria whispered, giggling. “They had so many children born… and all as beautiful as their parents.”

“No, about wolves with wings!” Erina exclaimed.

“There’s no such thing, you fool!” Natalia snapped at her. “Let’s read in order.”

Everyone obeyed the oldest of the princesses and began the first story. Eileen held her breath and began to listen to the tale of the Great and Fearless King, who with a simple song was able to make a dragon serve him and not kill people. They flew together and rose above the clouds. Eileen covered her eyes and ran her hand over the short grass, smiling at the way it tickled her palms. Was it possible to fly so low on a dragon over a field and touch the spikes? Was it possible to fly so high on a dragon to take a ray of sunshine with her?

“That’s boring…” Lucia frustrated. “Let’s talk about how dragons choose their brides!”

This time a muffled maiden hum approved of the chosen topic. Eileen couldn’t object either. At twelve years old she already dreamed of meeting her betrothed. She wished it were Night of Fortune and she could look in the mirror and see her future. What would her husband be like? Surely as strong and kind as her father, good-natured and merciful…

“Okay, little naughty girl, let’s read about marriage,” Nastasia snickered. “Here, it’s about a dragon wedding…”

A few minutes later, all the listeners were sitting with their eyes wide open and huddled together in fear. Except a delighted Eileen. This ritual… A true fusion of bodies. The accompanying bloodshed and magical dancing… Eileen wished she had seen and participated in something like this in her life. In Darein, the wedding ritual consisted of vows and the exchange of rings, but no daggers or kisses through which the spouses exchanged blood.

“How much blood does a bride spill…” Natalia sighed. “First on the altar, then on the marriage bed.”

A foul comment from Natalia distracted everyone gathered from their shock, and silent laughter erupted again around the fire.

Eileen smirked, too. She had heard about bloodshed in the marriage bed from her older sisters, but never more. All she knew was that pain very often bordered on pleasure, and many women went mad for it.

Eileen looked toward the forest. All the feasts took place near the border with the Cursed Lands each time and ended with a sacrifice to keep the gods safe from the monster raids of Darein. It was so close to a country with such a mysterious history… All one had to do was stand on the path and walk straight ahead all the time…

“Hey!” A nasty boyish voice interrupted all discussion. The princesses turned around and saw two boys. Prince Tavrog’s sons, Marus and Ulvin. Vile and cruel, they were just like their father.

“Go away,” Natalia almost growled. “We’re having fun with the girls, and you don’t belong here.”

Marus grinned wickedly. Ignoring all requests, he walked closer to the fire, and Ulvin followed him like an obedient dog.

“I know what you do, unworthy daughters of unworthy mothers.” Marus began circling the girls like a hawk. Eileen wanted so badly to pick up a rock and knock him down. “You read tales of the Cursed Lands. Maybe I should tell everyone what you do.”

The girls whispered excitedly. If they were found out, they would be in trouble. The book had been stolen, and even more so about forbidden topics. They would all be locked in their rooms until the end of Spring and made to recite prayers as punishment.

“Who’s going to believe you, Marus?” Natalia interjected. “Just go away.”

Suddenly Ulvin snatched the book from Nastasia’s hands and laughed out loud.

“What fools!”

Eileen jumped up to return the book, but then Marus pulled out a dagger and pointed it at her. The girls, seeing the gleaming steel, screamed and piled into one pile, grabbing each other’s hands.

“Shut up!” Marus commanded. “Or I’ll cut her.”

Eileen froze in place. If she survived and told her father about this, Marus would be in trouble.

“Stop it, stop it Marus.” Eileen asked him. “Let’s just split up.”

Marus smirked at that again.

“Let’s just split up… well, sure!” He gripped the base of the dagger tighter. “Dreaming of the Dragon Prince, are you? You know what he’ll do to the likes of you?” He looked directly into Eileen’s eyes, and the end of the point pointed toward her heart. “He’ll use you as common whores first, and then he’ll let you be eaten by his pet. Or he’ll let him use you, too. I don’t know what that madman will get into his head.”

“What do you want, Marus?”

Eileen hid the trembling in her body, trying to tame herself. We have to get this straightened out. Marus probably tasted wine for the first time today.

“I want Dragonflower.” Marus replied. “I know some tales from here, too.” He nodded toward the book.

“What do you need it for?”

Eileen remembered about this flower. It could give the wearer unprecedented power and make him invincible. It can be seen why Marus wanted it.

“So go get it yourself,” Eileen muttered.

The dragonflower grew near the border with the Cursed Lands, and appearing there could mean a serious violation of the laws of Darein. Marus was simply afraid…

“You’re chicken, aren’t you?” Eileen teased him. “You want to be the strongest, but you’re afraid to even come close to the border.”

Marus growled and moved closer to Eileen without removing his knife.

“Shut up, you fool!” Something strange flashed in his gaze. “There you go. Or this,” he pointed again at the book Ulvin was twirling in his hands, “will be seen by all.”

Eileen looked at Natalia. Fear appeared in her green eyes. She had already received a warning from her father, and the next one could lead to dire things.

“How will she take the flower, you idiot?” Nastasia snorted. “There are guards there!”

Everyone knew that was a weak argument. The guards were only on the Watchtowers, and it was very easy to find a piece out of sight. Fear and common sense kept the borders impregnable better than any sword.

“If you don’t give me the book, I’ll kill you.”

Eileen turned toward the border and walked to the ghastly laughter of Marus and Ulvin. Nothing she would do to him - everyone knew that.

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Eileen thought everyone would follow her. But missing a dozen princely children at once would lead to unnecessary suspicion. By now everyone must be distracting the already drunk parents so they wouldn’t notice the princess who had stolen. Eileen had already been walking along the trail for about half an hour, noticing every sign that brought her closer to the fateful frontier.

Stupid and cowardly Marus. Pathetic idiot.

But Eileen was partly grateful to him. Her father had only taken her to the frontier once, but she so wanted to stay there longer and explore the nature of the Seven Kingdoms. Eileen shivered to herself. The Cursed Lands. There was no other name for the place. There was only one link between the two completely different worlds: the wooden bridge. Ambassadors and lawbreakers would occasionally cross it into the Cursed Lands. Eileen planned to cross it today.

The border moat and high stakes appeared from behind the trees. Eileen was close. We had to get it over with quickly and get home. The feast would last a few more hours, but still they had to hurry. There was no telling who would decide to check on the spoiled children…

Eileen squeezed between the stakes and stopped at the precipice.

Damn.

The bridge was up today. That meant Eileen couldn’t cross it. Nor could she get the flower.

Shit!

She went to the very edge and looked down. There were stakes at the bottom of the ditch, too. If she fell on them, death would be painful and slow, and the corpse would go to the crows. Eileen shuddered. She couldn’t go back and neither could she cross…

“What are you doing here, girl?”

Eileen cried out in surprise and recoiled from the cliff, losing her balance and collapsing to the ground. On the other side stood a boy. His silver hair glistened in the darkness, and his eyes followed Eileen’s every movement.

“I asked what you were doing here.” He demanded an immediate answer, speaking to Eileen in a common language.

“I…” She mumbled. “I have to…”

“Are you a fool?” The boy was beginning to get angry. “What are you sniffing around here, you Darean ignoramus? ”

The insult brought Eileen to her senses. That arrogant jerk… She stood up and shook the dust off her skirts.

“I want Dragonflower.”

The boy jumped with laughter. There was amusement in his eyes, previously angry and sad.

“That weed? I told you - ignorant.” He laughed frankly at Eileen.

“What do you care?!” She snapped. “You’re the one who started talking to me.”

The boy kicked the stone and it flew into the ditch.

“I wanted to know what you wanted near my kingdom.” Arrogance emanated from his every word.

“Yours?” Eileen asked incredulously.

“Yes,” the boy declared, “I am a prince. Who are you?”

A prince… The dragon prince… Eileen saw him before her, the hero of fairy tales. Though it was hardly exactly him, because her unexpected interlocutor was too young. This boy was hardly more than two years older than Eileen.

“I am a princess.”

“Then our conversation can be considered a royal audience.”

Eileen saw him smile and couldn’t hold back in response.

“Hardly, of course. But so be it.”

“We made history with you,” the boy declared. “Our kingdoms rarely talk like this.”

“Perhaps your kingdom could give ours a little help?” Eileen began to act the way her mother sometimes acted, asking her father for something. She called it feminine cunning…

“Don’t expect any help from us, but here’s an exchange… You want a flower, don’t you?” The boy bent down and, poking around on the ground, plucked an inconspicuous flower that actually looked like a weed. Only the fiery red leaves made it special. “What will you give me for it?”

Eileen accepted the rules of the game and looked at her hand. An emerald bracelet glittered on her wrist. She wanted to sacrifice it on the Night of Fortune to see her future husband. But for that she would find another.

“You can have it,” Eileen offered.

“All right,” the interlocutor agreed. “Throw it.”

Eileen calculated her strength and threw the bracelet. It swirled in the air and flew straight into the hands of its new owner.

“Come on, now you.” Eileen could already taste victory.

“Catch,” a grin appeared on the boy’s face, malicious and sinister.

He threw the Dragonflower so weakly that it didn’t even make it to the middle of the moat and fell down onto the stakes.

“Sorry, princess, you’ll have to climb down.”

“You…” hissed Eileen, but suddenly there was a furious cry from behind her.

“EILEEN!”

Her father seemed to have discovered her missing.

Shit.

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Eileen isn’t thirteen anymore. She is a bride-to-be, a grown-up girl and her father’s hope. Eileen will soon give birth to children, but in her dreams she still dreams of dragons, dreams of flying them and seeing other wonders.

More than five years had passed since her first contact with the world of the Cursed Lands, and in that time she had met the young Dragon Prince a dozen more times. He knew her name, taunted her with the bracelet he had tricked her with, and owed her for that awful lie. But it had been three years since Eileen had seen this wayward young man, and his fate made her heart flutter. She wanted revenge in the first place, and in the second.

“Eileen, wake up!” her younger sister Olia burst into the room. “Hurry up! There… there…”

Eileen barely woke up from her sleep. Oliya was circling her bed and tugging at her feathers, trying to wake her up.

“What… are you crazy?” Eileen muttered.

“The dragon, Eileen, the dragon. A dragon has been seen at the border. They’re summoning a council to choose a girl for sacrifice.”

Sleep was relieved. Eileen sat up on the bed.

“Father told mother that your name was written for selection, Aileen,” tears appeared in Aileen’s eyes. “You could be made a dragon bride.”

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cyberdragoninfinity · 1 year

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23 for both Leo and Luna? Future thoughts?

THE TWINSSS ;__;

23. Future headcanon

LEO: I do just love the idea the show did give us, of him eventually being a star Turbo Duelist in his own right...I think it'd be fun if he was especially beloved by kids (the way Leo was just so enamored with Jack and Yusei's Turbo Dueling as a kid). I like to think he's able to get along well with Crow's team after Crow leaves and recommends him as his replacement...just this really exuberant, amicable, fun-loving guy. So warm.

I also think when he does get his own Duel Runner he names it after Aporia somehow, just because thinking about that makes me a little Cries Sobs Wails Punches the Floor Explodes ;___;

LUNA: god every time 5Ds touches future!Luna it gets a little WEIRD ABOUT IT!! LUNA GET BEHIND ME I'LL PROTECT YOU!!!! anyway, I'm kind of enamored with this idea of her getting into a super normie, non-Dueling related field, like becoming a vet or librarian or something. But she still duels occasionally and still inevitably ends up becoming a little bit of a local If You Have Duel Spirit Issues You Should Go Talk To This Weird Lady figure. I like the idea of her helping kids who are just meeting their Spirit Partners or Duel Spirits meandering around Earth who need someone to talk to... they gave us this character who can talk to Duel Spirits and on god she should GET TO USE THAT SKILL!!!

Also I think it'd be fun if she eventually got an Evolved version of Ancient Fairy Dragon, ala Shooting Star/Red Nova/Ruddy Rose Dragon, etc....this is something i might explore in one of my AUs cooking actually. very fond of the idea

I think for sure the twins stay in contact with the rest of Team 5D's well into their adulthoods too, of course 🥺

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shinycardboardposting · 9 months

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would rather have a black rose dragon, but this secret rare print of Ruddy Rose is so pretty! If you’ve seen my posts I’m sure you’ve guessed that secrets are my favorite rarity!

#yugioh #ygo #ygo tcg

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2broschlininahotub · 2 years

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This is a short bit about what happened when strenna summoned a penguin that defeated a dragon

This was the penguin. The penguin is called empen. Empen beat up a dragon who rivaled Rex Lapis full power called ruddy rose dragon. This t posing penguin some how beaten up this dragon. The reason why cause empen owns an ability similar to regulus. The ability to prevent the one to use abilities. Empen has the ability to do that and disable someone's body by causing paralysis in that part of the body. It can be the full body as well.

Ruddy rose was a dragon who was called the kingdom ripper. This dragon is so destructive he could level Liyue harbor just by its presence. Ruddy means Bloody but in a censored way but can still get the point across.

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inspirelovehorny · 2 years

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dragon bride - aemond targaryen (prologue)

pairing: Aemond Targaryen х original female character

warnings: nothing like that now, but then...

summary: two worlds intersect and feelings burn through two hearts

a/n: Near the Seven Kingdoms lies the kingdom of Darein where dragons are considered messengers of death and misfortune, so they try to ward them off with magic...

English is not my first language I apologize for the mistakes!

this part is a Prologue (yes, you could think of it that way)

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"Come today about the beautiful Dragon Prince who took Princess Spring as his wife," Maria whispered, giggling. "They had so many children born... and all as beautiful as their parents."

"No, about wolves with wings!" Erina exclaimed.

"There's no such thing, you fool!" Natalia snapped at her. "Let's read in order."

"That's boring..." Lucia frustrated. "Let's talk about how dragons choose their brides!"

This time a muffled maiden hum approved of the chosen topic. Eileen couldn't object either. At twelve years old she already dreamed of meeting her betrothed. She wished it were Night of Fortune and she could look in the mirror and see her future. What would her husband be like? Surely as strong and kind as her father, good-natured and merciful...

"Okay, little naughty girl, let's read about marriage," Nastasia snickered. "Here, it's about a dragon wedding..."

A few minutes later, all the listeners were sitting with their eyes wide open and huddled together in fear. Except a delighted Eileen. This ritual... A true fusion of bodies. The accompanying bloodshed and magical dancing... Eileen wished she had seen and participated in something like this in her life. In Darein, the wedding ritual consisted of vows and the exchange of rings, but no daggers or kisses through which the spouses exchanged blood.

"How much blood does a bride spill..." Natalia sighed. "First on the altar, then on the marriage bed."

A foul comment from Natalia distracted everyone gathered from their shock, and silent laughter erupted again around the fire.

Eileen looked toward the forest. All the feasts took place near the border with the Cursed Lands each time and ended with a sacrifice to keep the gods safe from the monster raids of Darein. It was so close to a country with such a mysterious history... All one had to do was stand on the path and walk straight ahead all the time...

"Hey!" A nasty boyish voice interrupted all discussion. The princesses turned around and saw two boys. Prince Tavrog's sons, Marus and Ulvin. Vile and cruel, they were just like their father.

"Go away," Natalia almost growled. "We're having fun with the girls, and you don't belong here."

Marus grinned wickedly. Ignoring all requests, he walked closer to the fire, and Ulvin followed him like an obedient dog.

"I know what you do, unworthy daughters of unworthy mothers." Marus began circling the girls like a hawk. Eileen wanted so badly to pick up a rock and knock him down. "You read tales of the Cursed Lands. Maybe I should tell everyone what you do."

"Who's going to believe you, Marus?" Natalia interjected. "Just go away."

Suddenly Ulvin snatched the book from Nastasia's hands and laughed out loud.

"What fools!"

Eileen jumped up to return the book, but then Marus pulled out a dagger and pointed it at her. The girls, seeing the gleaming steel, screamed and piled into one pile, grabbing each other's hands.

"Shut up!" Marus commanded. "Or I'll cut her."

Eileen froze in place. If she survived and told her father about this, Marus would be in trouble.

"Stop it, stop it Marus." Eileen asked him. "Let's just split up."

Marus smirked at that again.

"Let's just split up... well, sure!" He gripped the base of the dagger tighter. "Dreaming of the Dragon Prince, are you? You know what he'll do to the likes of you?" He looked directly into Eileen's eyes, and the end of the point pointed toward her heart. "He'll use you as common whores first, and then he'll let you be eaten by his pet. Or he'll let him use you, too. I don't know what that madman will get into his head."

"What do you want, Marus?"

Eileen hid the trembling in her body, trying to tame herself. We have to get this straightened out. Marus probably tasted wine for the first time today.

"I want Dragonflower." Marus replied. "I know some tales from here, too." He nodded toward the book.

"What do you need it for?"

Eileen remembered about this flower. It could give the wearer unprecedented power and make him invincible. It can be seen why Marus wanted it.

"So go get it yourself," Eileen muttered.

The dragonflower grew near the border with the Cursed Lands, and appearing there could mean a serious violation of the laws of Darein. Marus was simply afraid...

"You're chicken, aren't you?" Eileen teased him. "You want to be the strongest, but you're afraid to even come close to the border."

Marus growled and moved closer to Eileen without removing his knife.

"Shut up, you fool!" Something strange flashed in his gaze. "There you go. Or this," he pointed again at the book Ulvin was twirling in his hands, "will be seen by all."

Eileen looked at Natalia. Fear appeared in her green eyes. She had already received a warning from her father, and the next one could lead to dire things.

"How will she take the flower, you idiot?" Nastasia snorted. "There are guards there!"

"If you don't give me the book, I'll kill you."

Eileen turned toward the border and walked to the ghastly laughter of Marus and Ulvin. Nothing she would do to him - everyone knew that.

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Eileen thought everyone would follow her. But missing a dozen princely children at once would lead to unnecessary suspicion. By now everyone must be distracting the already drunk parents so they wouldn't notice the princess who had stolen. Eileen had already been walking along the trail for about half an hour, noticing every sign that brought her closer to the fateful frontier.

Stupid and cowardly Marus. Pathetic idiot.

Eileen squeezed between the stakes and stopped at the precipice.

Damn.

The bridge was up today. That meant Eileen couldn't cross it. Nor could she get the flower.

Shit!

"What are you doing here, girl?"

"I asked what you were doing here." He demanded an immediate answer, speaking to Eileen in a common language.

"I..." She mumbled. "I have to..."

"Are you a fool?" The boy was beginning to get angry. "What are you sniffing around here, you Darean ignoramus? "

The insult brought Eileen to her senses. That arrogant jerk... She stood up and shook the dust off her skirts.

"I want Dragonflower."

The boy jumped with laughter. There was amusement in his eyes, previously angry and sad.

"That weed? I told you - ignorant." He laughed frankly at Eileen.

"What do you care?!" She snapped. "You're the one who started talking to me."

The boy kicked the stone and it flew into the ditch.

"I wanted to know what you wanted near my kingdom." Arrogance emanated from his every word.

"Yours?" Eileen asked incredulously.

"Yes," the boy declared, "I am a prince. Who are you?"

A prince... The dragon prince... Eileen saw him before her, the hero of fairy tales. Though it was hardly exactly him, because her unexpected interlocutor was too young. This boy was hardly more than two years older than Eileen.

"I am a princess."

"Then our conversation can be considered a royal audience."

Eileen saw him smile and couldn't hold back in response.

"Hardly, of course. But so be it."

"We made history with you," the boy declared. "Our kingdoms rarely talk like this."

"Perhaps your kingdom could give ours a little help?" Eileen began to act the way her mother sometimes acted, asking her father for something. She called it feminine cunning...

"Don't expect any help from us, but here's an exchange... You want a flower, don't you?" The boy bent down and, poking around on the ground, plucked an inconspicuous flower that actually looked like a weed. Only the fiery red leaves made it special. "What will you give me for it?"

"You can have it," Eileen offered.

"All right," the interlocutor agreed. "Throw it."

Eileen calculated her strength and threw the bracelet. It swirled in the air and flew straight into the hands of its new owner.

"Come on, now you." Eileen could already taste victory.

"Catch," a grin appeared on the boy's face, malicious and sinister.

He threw the Dragonflower so weakly that it didn't even make it to the middle of the moat and fell down onto the stakes.

"Sorry, princess, you'll have to climb down."

"You..." hissed Eileen, but suddenly there was a furious cry from behind her.

"EILEEN!"

Her father seemed to have discovered her missing.

Shit.

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Eileen isn't thirteen anymore. She is a bride-to-be, a grown-up girl and her father's hope. Eileen will soon give birth to children, but in her dreams she still dreams of dragons, dreams of flying them and seeing other wonders.

"Eileen, wake up!" her younger sister Olia burst into the room. "Hurry up! There... there..."

Eileen barely woke up from her sleep. Oliya was circling her bed and tugging at her feathers, trying to wake her up.

"What... are you crazy?" Eileen muttered.

"The dragon, Eileen, the dragon. A dragon has been seen at the border. They're summoning a council to choose a girl for sacrifice."

Sleep was relieved. Eileen sat up on the bed.

"Father told mother that your name was written for selection, Aileen," tears appeared in Aileen's eyes. "You could be made a dragon bride."

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yugiohcardsdaily · 1 year

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Ruddy Rose Witch

“You can Tribute this card; add 1 ‘Witch of the Black Rose’ from your Deck to your hand, and if you do, take 1 Level 3 or lower PLant monster from your Deck and place it on top of your Deck, then immediately after this effect resolves, you can Normal Summon 1 ‘Witch of the Black Rose’ from your hand. You can banish this card from your GY; return 1 of your ‘Black Rose Dragon’ or ‘Ruddy Rose Dragon’ that is banished or in your GY to the Extra Deck. You can only use each effect of ‘Ruddy Rose Witch’ once per turn.”

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amywrites256 · 2 years

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Character Profile: Andrea Morales

The Basics

Name: Andrea Isadora Morales

Appearance: Long Raven Black Hair, Dark Brown Eyes, Pale Ruddy Skin, Short (5’1), Thin Frame, High Cheekbones

Age: Eighteen Years Old

Role In The Story: Supporting Lead/Main Character

Enneagram: Type Nine (The Peacemaker)

Parents: Henry And Isadora Morales

Siblings: Henry Morales Jr. (Deceased) And Lila Morales

Hobbies: Gardening, Needlework, Designing And Making Dresses, Singing, Baking, And Braiding Hair

Overall Personality: Kind, Nurturing, Awkward, Calm, People Pleaser, Quiet, Nervous

Character Backstory

Andrea was born to a poor seamstress and a carpenter who lived in the city of Orlaith. Although her family wasn’t wealthy, her loving parents cared for Andrea and her brother, Henry with all they had. Her mother, Isadora would teach Andrea how to sew and embroider beautiful patterns, and the two would water plants in their rose garden. Her father would carve wooden sculptures of mermaids, faeries, and goddesses for her and her brother, as well as read them stories before bed.

During the day while their parents were working, she and Henry, would build forts out of blankets and pretend to be knights, fighting dragons, and reenacting the folktales their parents would read to them, while their grandmother would bake them cookies, with the little sugar they could afford. Unfortunately, when she was eight both she and her brother fell sick after contracting scarlet fever. While they were both ill, their grandmother would sing lullabies to them, and tell them the folktales about the war of the great titans, and how the goddess Fira, won her father, Evren’s approval by creating fire. Andrea recovered from the lung virus, but her older brother, Henry, was not so lucky, and he died of the fever at age ten.

As if things couldn’t worse, Andrea’s grandmother died a few months later, contracting the illness while caring for the sick children. After the death of both her mother and her firstborn, Isadora goes into a depressive episode where she wouldn't able to go to bed, work, or feed Andrea. Andrea tries to get her mother to eat and get out of bed, but after multiple failed attempts she takes it upon herself to get a job working at a textile mill at age nine to make her family extra money since her mother’s business went under after her grandmother’s passing. Andrea would come back home exhausted and cry herself to sleep every night, still dealing with the grief of losing her brother and grandmother.

Eventually, her mother starts working as a seamstress again, and Andrea stops working at the factory and begins helping her mother sew dresses. Andrea develops a passion for designing dresses and spends hours embroidering patterns of roses and lilacs. At age thirteen, Isadora gives her daughter her pendant as a birthday gift, the golden necklace and ruby are one of the only valuable things she owns. Andrea cherishes it and wears it constantly, holding it to her chest and thinking about her grandmother at night. A year later, when Andrea is fourteen, tragedy strikes her family once again when her father dies due to an infection after cutting his hand at work, and not cleaning out the wound properly.

After her father’s death, her mother struggled to provide enough food for her, with her job as a seamstress not generating enough income to provide for both of them. After weeks of starving, and eating nothing but stale bread and tea, Isadora begins to fall behind in her taxes and falls into dept. One night, in the pouring rain, guards appear at their house demanding that Isadora pay up. When she can’t give them the money they need, they drag Andrea out of the house, still in her nightgowns, taking her to Javier’s manor to work as an indentured servant to make up for her mother’s loans. Andrea is sobbing when she arrives in the manor, but a kind kitchen maid comforts her and helps her adjust.

In the first few weeks at the manor, Andrea gets scolded constantly for messing things up, she is brutally whipped for spilling hot tea on one of Javier’s consorts, and Emilio and Tobias, make it a game to make her life miserable, tripping her while she's holding trays of boiling hot water, causing her to suffer second-degree burns. After she consistently messes up as a kitchen maid, the housekeeper decides she is not suited for kitchen work. So instead, she spends most of her days doing laundry, cleaning all the rooms, mopping the floors, and more. Eventually, she would adjust to her life as an indentured servant, but Emilio would still harass her constantly.

But during the little free time that she would have, Andrea would go into the garden to pick flowers and braid them into her hair and would hum while she worked, trying to find the good things in life in order to cope with her grief and trauma. Catherine, the kitchen maid that comforted her when she first arrived, would go on to become a pseudo mother figure to her, mending her wounds, braiding her hair and singing to sleep. The two would gossip to each other about the regular drama that would ensue amongst the nobles, and when Catherine was done cooking, she would give Andrea some of her leftovers.

After working at the manor for three years with another six years remaining in her indenture, Andrea noticed that Catherine would get light-headed, and dizzy, and as she began to get more sick, Andrea would take care of her the same way she did for her. Unfortunately, Catherine eventually passed away due to heart failure, with her body being buried in the rose garden behind the manor, where the two used to talk late into midnight about what they would do once they were free. Andrea makes sure to put flowers on Catherine's grave every single night, after hours of working.

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