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draagonprincess · 1 year

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Seeing 15 year olds making cutesy posts about how to act like your kin type or decorate your room like a den or whatever just... warms my heart in such a tender and specific way. Its the sweetest rebellion in the face of a culture that demands every teenager behave aloof and as palatable to one of three mainstream aesthetics as possible. I wish every kid had such courage and such passion for their individuality. I love it. Every time a young teen makes a kin aesthetic post the world becomes a more delightful, accepting place where kids are allowed to be kids and adults are allowed to have fun

#the dragon writes #otherkin #therian #im only a couple years out of my teens but sometimes it feels like my youth is long extinguished #and i havent seen such brightness for years #i love you therians i love you otherkin i love you enjoying this world we share and the lives we live

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the-typing-dragon · 1 month

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I open the door to my "woman cave" and the first thing you notice is the heat. Waves of warmth seep out of the room into the hallway, with the smell of wire insulation splashing you along with it. Looking inside you see near endless cords snaking throughout the room, the walls lined with whirring machines. I offer you a seat on a flat plateau of wires, and you can swear that you felt some of them move when you sat down. As i walk over to another seat you see me caress a few of the panels and flick one of the fans as it starts to whir. The heat is suffocating. You watch as a cord snakes it's way around my wrist, and a nearby cord ensnares you as well. The fans are blending together now, creating a pulse that reverberates through the room. I then finally ask the question "So, what do you think of her?"

#the dragon types #the dragon roboposts #long post #the dragon writes

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dragonshoardofworks · 3 months

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DP x DCMK (x DC)

Where Danny and Shinichi meet at the Hawaii where's a Ghost Convention (pre-portal and Conan, when they're both around 11–12 years old) since both sets of parents are invested in the topic. (The Fentons because they're the Fentons and Yusaku because he's researching for one of his books).

They become friends and keep contacts through messages, sharing school shenanigans, crushes, cases and family mishaps.

The One Thing that Danny doesn't share, though, is his halfa status.

First, because Shinichi doesn't believe in the supernatural (according to him, magic is just unexplained science) and second, because his change is far from any kind of "normalcy" and Shinichi had categorically stated that he doesn't want anything to do with superheroes, he's just a "normal" detective and they (the Justice League) save the world.

Though, it's not unusual that, if something weird happens in a case, Shinichi asks Danny's opinion and intel since the Fenton's library has "weird"/obscure material. (If the answer gets him too close to superhero-stuff, Shinichi passes the ball to the JL, more specifically to Red Robin, but that's something for a following reblog of this thread.)

So when Shinichi becomes Conan and settles in Ran's home, he contacts our favorite boi.

(A bit late to the @crossoverdanuary party... (^～^;)ゞ Anyway, long post in chat-style, plus an extra, so I decided to use the read more function because it was getting out of hand... (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) )

Shinichi: Hey Danny, do you know anything that should be killing you, but instead it shrinks you? Danny: Shrink as in size or age? S: Age D: Hold on, gotta check some books to be sure, but usually anything age-related is dark shit. What's for? Fun or case? S: ...It's for a case D: Well, that didn't sound ominous at all, then gotta go *faster* *few minutes later* D: Okay, the closest thing (still in the Mortal Realm) to what you asked is this jewel most commonly known as "Pandora" (if she knew, she would definitely lose her shit) D: it's a gem hidden inside another gem that glows red under the moonlight D: "if bathed in the light of the Volley Comet, it would shed tears capable of granting eternal life" S: This doesn't sound anything like what I asked you (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) D: Cut the sass beanpole and let me continue D: since the legend exist and it's documented, it should be reasonable to presume that someone managed to attain it, right? S: ...right *squinty eyes* D: So if some scientist tried to reproduce the same results in the *scientific way* instead of the magical one, they could have either the original "Tears" or the one who consumed them and run test and experiment on them D: whatever the case, there would be either some inferior or failed products that instead of making you immortal, *de-ages* you, which is the next best thing (i.e. you would live longer) D: but since they were "failures" compared to the immortality elixir, they could definitely become poisons. D: So! Since you were so ominous, was it really for a case or did our dear Professor Agasa dabble in alchemy? 👀 (read) D: Beanpole, I know you read my explanation and since this is really dark shit you *have* to at least give me context D: because among the warnings that the grimoire gave me, there's the thing that you become somewhat cursed S: ...Or you're cursed or you're not, there's no "somewhat" D: He speaks! 🙌 D: Give me *the deets* *long pause* D: *Shinichi Kudo* ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ S: Okay, fine! I can feel your disappointed stare all the way to Japan, stop! >Д< D: Then explain S: Okay S: so you know how I can't leave things alone when they have suspicious all printed on them? D: Your worst defect, yes, but continue D: ...wait D: Shinichi no D: HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW?? S: Still 17, thank you very much D: I mean physically, you little shit, don't dodge the question! S: ... S: ...we think 7 D: What in the Infinite Realms everloving fuck, Shinichi D: Okay, you know what? D: I'm coming to Japan and you can't stop me, you *midget*, I know what you're already going to say D: it's dangerous, yada yada D: nothing I've already seen and fought S: What do you mean?! D: Since you're *such a good detective*, deduce it yourself D: give me your coordinates in the meantime and don't you dare move from that spot S: If you send me Superman or anyone of his creek, I swear to Kami, Danny D: Please, Superman could only desire to be anything like me, now *coordinates* ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ *coordinates sent* D: good boy D: now get ready in 3 S: 3 what? D: 2 D: 1

🕵️👻

A full body shiver run over Shinichi as soon as the "1" appeared on the screen, so he looked up from his phone, searching for where the cold draft could have come from. However, the agency toilet window was closed and the closed door had a good insulation, last time he had checked.

So what...!

"Boo."

Shinichi shrieked with all the high pitch of an elementary schooler, as he whirled around to look at what, or better, who had whispered by his ear.

A white-haired green-eyed floating teenager with a black hazmat suit with white accents grinned almost maniacally at him, showing their fangs predatorily.

Anatomically they looked male and despite the unhinged expression, the body language didn't project "danger". If anything, it was loose and casual as if he (until otherwise stated) belonged here.

The unearthly glow suggested either some substance coating him that gave him that illusion, or there was magic afoot.

Irritation surged inside Shinichi: Danny knew his rules! No direct superhero meeting, only exchange of intel!

"Who are you and why did Fenton send you?" Shinichi gritted, crossing his arms to appear less like a 7 years old.

"You disappoint me, little detective, I thought you would have figured it out at first glance!" The supposed hero pouted, crossing legs and arms midair and staring back at Shinichi. "I guess that your fame had been an exaggeration, after all. Some East Highschool Detective you are!"

The teasing little smirk incensed Shinichi more than alarming him (the other knew his secret!), but the last thought made him pause.

Danny wouldn't betray him like this by informing whatever "superhero" of this situation just to help him without his consent. Their boundaries had been awesome like that and had been respected so far, despite the many trials both had faced.

So who was this person really?

Shinichi's mind focused back into deducing the teen before him, and the more looked, the more disbelief made way in his heart. (...He had said he would be coming to Japan, but not in that instant!)

"No way, Danny?"

"Fucking finally, midget! What took you so long?" Danny huffed, untangling then touching down on his feet and looking him over. "It even gave me time to take a look at your situation!"

"Hey! Your voice is different, so I could deduce it only because "if you exclude the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the Truth"! Since you would never spill my secrets to anyone, this must have been you!" Shinichi gestured to his friend, who flushed green when he registered the meaning of the words.

"Wow," he breathed, sounding pleased, as he scratched his nape, "you would believe that a ghost of me is still me instead of me betraying you, wow!"

"Wait, ghost? I thought you just become a superhero, not that you died!" Despite his insistence on not believing the supernatural, Shinichi had read the Fentons' papers on ghosts (the most recent ones, AKA the "no more biased version" as Danny had called them). And, while he hadn't told his friend this, the scientific breakdown of what makes a ghost what they are, had made Shinichi believe in the existence of ectoplasmic beings.

But to discover that one of his best friends had died, he hadn't known or could have done anything, plus Danny hadn't felt safe enough to tell him until it had become unavoidable, made Shinichi clutch his heart in agony and despair.

Probably sensing the shift and interpreting the action for what that was, Danny's face shifted into regret, as he knelt down before the shrunk detective and a ring of light lit up at his waist, washing over him and leaving a hoodie-and-jeans-clad raven-haired and blue-eyed teenager.

Slowly, as if not to spook a frozen Shinichi, Danny laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other took the free little hand to his NASA hoodies chest and splayed it there, allowing him to feel his heartbeat. As if he had known that only words wouldn't have been enough to convince the detective.

Slowly but surely, feeling Danny's sluggish but steady heartbeat, made Shinichi unclench, then lean against his friend's chest, head tucked under his chin.

Carefully, Danny wrapped his friend in a hug, knowing well that, while physical affection was welcome from him, Japanese social conventions and the Kudo's upbringing had left Shinichi a little adverse to prolonged contact.

As the apparent 7-years-old melted into the embrace and clutched Danny as well, followed by a suspicious wet sensation on his chest, the halfa realized that this was bad.

Shinichi had never sought comfort like that, according to professor Agasa (who Danny did keep in contact with, since he was more a parent than the Kudos), so to do this now...

"It's okay, Shinichi, I'll explain better what happened to me, but it's not your fault." Shinichi shuddered at these words and buried deeper in the embrace, making guilt shoot through Danny. He had caused this breakdown. The least he could do was to help him through it and some.

"And we're gonna find a way to solve what happened to you, I promise."

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starbounddragon · 11 months

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Who we were.

Who we are.

Who we will be.

We were different. We swore we were different.

That the light would not go from our eyes, the fire in our hearts would rage for as long as there was a cause to burn for.

We swore we would not be beaten down by the passage of time, that those who had come before us simply stopped trying, and in our eyes that was unforgivable.

We were different, we would be different.

The world was always ours and we would never stop fighting for it. The world is worth fighting for.

Worth burning ourselves out for.

We are tired.

The fire in our hearts consumes but the fuel keeps coming and we wonder if fire can drown in gasoline. We look at the new injustices, the new indignities, and we are exhausted.

We understand now, that those who came before did the best they could but still we tell ourselves we are different.

We need to be different.

We are determined, and though the light in our eyes is gone we move forward still. Our fire burns, still.

Soldiers on an endless crusade, longing for the comforts of a home we only know in our heads and our hearts.

The home we were promised when we were told the world was just.

A home that never really existed.

A home we will build ourselves.

We will be better. We will build it better.

Our eyes will be hollow.

The fire will burn our souls to ash.

The shambling husks, the shadows of ourselves we leave behind, will rest finally in the home we built.

A home we have to believe is going to be worth it,

So those that come after us will not drown in gasoline.

So the light in their eyes will survive the way ours didn't.

This home will be worth it.

We were.

We are.

We will be.

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jadenoryuu · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Frostbite Characters: Danny Fenton, Frostbite (Danny Phantom), Penelope Spectra, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Jazz Fenton, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Dash Baxter, Valerie Gray, Undergrowth (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: Emotional Ghost Hunger, Empathy, Empath Danny, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Danny, Starvation, Frostdad, Adoption, Foster Parent Frostbite, Fenton's B- parenting, they're trying tho, Jack Fenton has ADHD, Identity Reveal, no beta we die like danny, Phic Phight (Danny Phantom), Phic Phight: Team Ghost (Danny Phantom), Phic Phight 2023

Chapter Title: A Call from the Other Side

Chaper 2 @phicphight ! I almost made it! ヽ(｡◕o◕｡)ﾉ

@astatia-ghast for this chapter we're adding one of @majorastudios's prompt, hopefully they'll like it!

Now I'm off trying to write down chapter 3 in three hours, wish me strenght!

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dragonanne · 2 years

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Title: “The New Guy…Again” (A TCW/GLTAS crossover fanfiction)

Word count: 2,387

Characters: Blight (clone OC), Lara Shey (twi’lek OC), Marseille Tiste (Blue Lantern OC), Kilowog, Plo Koon

Description: A chapter from a Star Wars: The Clone Wars/Green Lantern: The Animated Series crossover story I started working on a couple of years ago. I still kinda plan to write the other chapters, but I wanted to go ahead and post this one since I’m still really proud of it.

Blight sat in the mess, alone in the noisy galley full of clone troopers, glumly ignoring his ration portion while stirring a now-cold mug of caf. None of his brothers would sit with him. It was like being a shiny again, but worse. At least when he was a rookie, the lone survivor of his batchmates, his new battalion had welcomed him cheerfully. But now he felt like a complete outcast.

A green light flashed from the ring on his right hand, accompanied by a short, persistent beeping.

“You had best answer that,” said a deep, patient voice.

Blight looked up into the face of Plo Koon, his jedi general. Blight started to stand, but the general motioned for him to stay seated, then sat down himself.

“Something troubles you, soldier.”

It wasn’t a question. But Blight didn’t know if it was appropriate to unload his troubles on a superior officer, much less a jedi general. However, Master Plo was persistent.

“If you do not intend to answer the summons from your ring, you might as well answer my question.

The young clone trooper sighed, crumbling under the pressure.

“My ring. That’s the problem, general. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know what I’m allowed to do.” He spoke the last sentence with caution, testing the proverbial waters.

Master Plo took a moment to ponder the reply before responding. “What do you believe are your options?”

Blight considered who he was talking with and how careful he might need to be with his words. With any other jedi, he would almost definitely lie—regardless of whether they would sense his deception or not—but with Plo Koon? Honesty would be respected, even rewarded.

“Well, I could stay here, fulfill my duty and my oath to the Republic—and give up the ring. Or I could betray the Republic, abandon my brothers, and go with the lanterns to train as a Green Lantern.” He tried to subtly look up to gauge the jedi’s reaction. He thought the general was frowning thoughtfully, considering the options, but the mask the kel dor perpetually wore made it difficult to tell for sure.

“It is a remarkable opportunity. Which do you believe is the correct course?”

Blight shifted uncomfortably. However friendly and fatherly the jedi was, it didn’t seem smart to discuss possible treason with a general. The silence began to stretch into the realm of discomfort as he attempted to formulate an appropriate response.

At the moment when he feared he would finally have to speak, despite lacking a tactful answer, the ring resumed its flashing and generated a shimmering miniature apparition of Marseilles Tiste, the Blue Lantern. She looked not impatient, but certainly...expectant.

“Blight, I’m about to take Lara to, um,” she turned to look at someone outside of the range of the holographic projection. “What was the name of the planet?” A muffled voice answered, and she turned back to Blight. “Right, Corhva. I’m going to teach her some basic power ring tricks. Gauge said he would mention it to you. Would you like to come with us?” Her voice was gentle and hopeful.

Blight wasn’t excited to go on a lantern field trip, but he was borderline desperate to escape this increasingly uncomfortable discussion with Master Plo.

“Uh, sure, I mean, I’ll be right there, ma’am.”

Marseilles visibly winced. “I’m not your commanding officer, Blight, just a friend,” she said, reprimanding him gently.

“Right, um, sorry,” he apologized. I’ll be right there.” The hologram disappeared, and Blight rose, saluting Plo Koon. “I apologize, general. Excuse me.” The jedi nodded graciously and when he spoke, Blight wondered if there wasn’t a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Of course, trooper.”

Blight picked up his food tray and deposited it in the appropriate portal before leaving the mess, drawing more than a few sideways glances as he left. The walk down to the hanger where the other lanterns waited for him was awkward and long, as most walks seemed to be lately. Clones were the foremost experts in the galaxy at picking up on the smallest details of an individual—it was how they were able to tell one another apart. So even the small ring on his finger didn’t go unnoticed in the hallways, and everyone on board already knew the dilemma of the clone trooper chosen by the strange, mysterious green power ring. Everyone was waiting to see what he would do next—reject the power and opportunity in favor of loyalty to his brothers and his oath to the Republic or turn traitor and desert.

In truth, the situation had sparked intense debate among his fellow troopers—behind closed doors and over private helmet comm channels, of course. His own squad-mates had argued over him last night. Would he even be breaking an oath by leaving—a true oath? Was he bound by a promise that was never truly his choice to make? At the completion of training, the clones were never given an option to not swear loyalty to the Republic that had paid for their creation, so did the oath actually count? Were they soldiers or slaves? These kinds of questions made his head ache...and his stomach churn. Pleasant or not, it was much simpler to live his life without asking these questions.

His squad-mates seemed split on the issue. And it was tearing them apart. Gauge—a brother he’d not been particularly close to prior to the ring’s appearance—was passionately of the opinion that Blight should take the chance in front of him and forge his own path alongside the lanterns. Blight even suspected that a painful envy ached within Gauge over the opportunity. He knew it hurt his brother that he was so reluctant to seize the chance, but Blight couldn’t help it.

On the other hand, Marker, always stern and borderline obsessive with reg manual compliance, had been clear that if Blight left, he would be a traitor—to the Republic and to his brothers. And he wasn’t the only one. Whichever way he chose, Blight would be hurting someone.

He just wanted to scream! Why was this his decision to make?! He thought back to General Plo. He really, truly did want to ask the general for advice. The kindly jedi had never been anything but good to his troops. So many of them considered him to be the father they had never had. He cared about them—they all knew it. But would he be able to offer the kind of advice that Blight needed? He didn’t need the advice of his general. He certainly didn’t need the advice of a jedi. He needed the advice of a father.

Odd, he thought, that I’m thinking in those terms.

He hadn’t seen many fathers in his lifetime, but he knew some clone troopers considered the men who trained them back on Kamino to be like fathers to them. They would go to their training sergeants for advice like this, so fathers probably did similar things.

But he didn’t have one of those.

His mind was still in turmoil when he entered the hanger where he was to meet Lantern Tiste and Lara. He spotted them immediately, an athletically built human woman and a sturdy, undeniably beautiful young twi'lek woman. They were both dressed in flight suits of blue and black, form-fitted material and were standing next to the intimidating creature that was Green Lantern Kilowog. Blight’s stomach, which had already been doing uneasy flips on the walk from the mess hall, went ahead and dropped to his toes at the sight of Kilowog’s stern expression. As Blight approached, Kilowog eyed him up and down.

“Better suit up, Poozer. That rig ain’t very streamline.”

“Huh?” Blight looked down at his white plastoid armor. It was decorated with the grey markings common among the 104th Battalion, but otherwise was entirely ordinary.

“Your lantern suit,” Marseilles spoke up. “I know you haven’t decided yet, Blight, but while you train with us…” She trailed off, her voice still kind and patient.

“Oh,” Blight caught on. “Right, um...how do I do that again?” He glanced around, seeing how many of his brothers were within earshot or watching. How many would see this as him showing his “true”, traitorous colors?

Kilowog made a sound somewhere between a grunt and a scoffing noise. Marseilles shot him a scathing glance then stepped closer to Blight.

“Take your ring, form it in your mind, and will it.”

He looked at his ring, half skepticism, half hope. “Right...will it.”

For the first time, Lara Shey stepped forward.

“Here, like this,” she said shyly, and her flight suit shimmered and vanished, being replaced by a modest homespun robe. She held her fist up and her blue ring flashed. The robe was replaced once more by the flight suit. Suddenly self-conscious, she ducked her head and stepped back. “It’s easy if you let the ring do what it knows to do,” she finished softly.

“Uh, thanks.” Blight felt his face warm. He didn’t know why, but her discomfort made him feel embarrassed too. He shook off the feeling and held his ring up, staring at it intently, his brow furrowed. Focusing on the deep green of the ring, he tried to feel for it, sense its presence on his hand. He imagined what it was like to be a jedi and reach out with the Force.

But nothing happened.

Then, just as he was about to give up, he took note of a gentle hum radiating throughout his mind and his body. As he focused, it grew stronger. It felt...right. A steady, stubborn assurance. Without thinking further, he released himself to it and a green light shimmered over his armor. He looked down. The white plastoid was gone, replaced by a green and black flight suit—a variation on the theme shared between Kilowog, Lara, and Marseilles’ suits. He recognized the suit from when the ring had first flown onto his finger, but he hadn’t had much time to examine it then.

“Woah.” He didn’t know how else to respond. Marseille was grinning, and Lara was smiling shyly. “Uh, is it always like that?”

“Eh, pretty much,” Kilowog responded gruffly.

Marseille punched him playfully. “Don’t be a kill-joy.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, unless you got anything you want me t’do? I’m gonna go find K’ihr and leave you to teach the rookies how to fly.”

“Right, a quick word before you go.” Marseille walked away with the large sergeant, speaking softly.

Lara moved closer to Blight as they watched the senior lanterns. “I’ve been looking forward to learning to fly. Marse has shown me a few things, but there weren’t a lot of opportunities at first, and then she wanted to wait for you.”

“How long have you, um, been…?”

“A lantern?” Lara finished for him. “The former bearer of my ring was killed in the same battle as yours.”

“Oh.” Blight thought back two rotations to the moment the ring had appeared before him. “I assumed it had been longer. You seem so, I dunno, comfortable with it all.” Lara smiled softly and wrapped her arms around herself.

“It was an answer to all my prayers. The ring—the opportunity it gave me? It was a dream come true. A chance for a new life.”

Blight frowned. He didn’t appreciate the not-so-subtle attempt to persuade him to the oh-so-wonderful lantern side.

“Why? What was so bad about your old one?” He asked.

Lara looked up at him. The look on her face was almost...horrified, and Blight immediately knew he’d said the wrong thing. He began to backpedal.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”

Lara hugged herself tighter and looked down again, her expression changing to sad uncertainty.

“No...I was a slave. Sold to a crime clan when I was a little girl.” She looked Blight in the eye. “My life has been filled with unspeakable horrors for as long as I can remember. Being chosen by this ring is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Blight’s stomach sank. He was instantly filled with a shame like he’d never experienced before in his life. He didn’t know how to apologize profusely enough to make up for his blunder. So instead he said, rather lamely, “I’m sorry.”

Lara didn’t respond. He didn’t blame her.

They stood there in awkward silence until Marseille returned.

“Well, kids? Ready for a field trip?” She was grinning.

“Yes!” Lara replied enthusiastically!

Blight didn’t bother replying.

“Excellent! Follow me.”

Marseille motioned for them to follow her towards the open hanger. At the force shield which separated them from the cold darkness of space, she stopped.

“Lesson one: personal force fields.”

A glowing halo of blue light appeared around her and before Blight realized what she meant to do, she stepped backwards through the hanger shield. He began to cry out, horrified, but realized she was standing there on the deck, unharmed and grinning. His jaw just hung open, frozen in the stifled cry and unsure how to proceed.

“The power rings generate an energy field around your body, equipped with its own life support. Power up and c’mon out,” Marseille encouraged.

Lara held her ring hand tenderly and closed her eyes. The blue energy field blossomed into life. She opened her eyes and examined her hands and arms, pleased. Without hesitation, she stepped out to join their teacher. Then they both looked back at Blight. He swallowed. All his life he’d been taught that the easiest way to die was to step through one of those very shields without the proper gear. He looked down at his ring, unsure.

“Will it,” Lara said gently.

Right, Blight thought.

He took Lara’s cue and closed his eyes. He sought out the gentle humming sensation again, grasped onto it, and concentrated. He focused on his own willpower and commanded the energy to appear. A shift in the air quality prompted him to open his eyes. A slight glimmer of green haze danced on the edges of his vision. He lifted his hands. Green energy flickered across them too. He’d done it. He looked up.

“I must be insane,” he said, a slight touch of nervous laughter wobbling his words.

And then he stepped outside, surrendering to the mercy of his ring.

To be continued…

I hope y’all like my silly little fanfic. I actually have the whole story roughly plotted (including the stuff before this) and I’ve even done some concept art for a few characters, planets, ships, etc. Hopefully I’ll share more sometime. I don’t think I’ve shared much of my writing on here before, but I thought it was about time.

#gltas #tcw/gltas crossover #clone trooper blight #Lara shey #the dragon writes #my fanfic #yeah. still super proud of this #writing this was one of the things that got me interested in finishing jade torch—it made me remember how much i loved writing #marseille tiste #my OCs #tcw #sw fanfic

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dragon-ascent · 4 months

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Imagine teasing Zhongli in his tiny dragon form...and it backfires.

"My daaaarling!" You smooch the bajeezums out of your husband, who is currently small, fluffy, and chonky for your cuddling convenience. "My precious sweetie pie!"

Tiny dragon Zhongli purrs in delight and licks your cheek, eyes blissfully closed as he enjoys the attention he's receiving. His little paws cling to your top as his chunky tail wags like crazy. On leisurely days like these, he adores lounging around like this with you. "Ah, there's not a single being softer, warmer, or cuter than you," you tell Zhongli, booping his little nose, and he gives you a mrrrrp! of agreement, wiggling.

Eventually, through all the cuddles and compliments you give him, a mischievous grin spreads across your face. You bring him closer to your face.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

You laugh in delight as your fluffy little husband wriggles in dismay, but you're not letting go - you playfully chomp the air around him while he lets out soft whines, pawing and grrring in futility at you.

You can't help it; he's so much fun to tease! "So cute! I'm gonna eat you! Raaaah!"

He then decides he's had enough and morphs back into the human-form Zhongli you are most accustomed to.

"Oh! Hello my love!" You make to cuddle your now-grown man of a husband, but Zhongli adjusts his position over you so that he's practically straddling you now, his hands splayed on either side of your head. "Zh-Zhongli..?"

"Hm." He brings his thumb to caress your cheek. "I am that amusing when small, is it?"

"Well..." You squirm in embarrassment, and gasp when Zhongli nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, reveling in your scent. He then begins to make use of his teeth and tongue, making you shiver and whimper after his hot breath lingers.

"So cute." He softly bites your shoulder, a preamble for what was to come. His golden eyes gleam bright as the ghost of a teasing smirk plays on his lips.

"Since you're smaller than me...shall I eat you?"

#sini writes #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #fluff #drabble #dragon #chonkli

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sirobvious · 1 month

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“You just wrote your medieval fantasy setting to have medieval gender roles and homophobia and prejudice because you secretly fantasize about being able to be sexist and homophobic in a land with no PoC without any pushback! It’s fantasy, there’s dragons and wizards, it doesn’t have to have prejudice unless you, the writer, want it like that! In *my* D&D setting, there’s no sexism or homophobia, so that gay transgender women of all races can be holy knights fighting to protect the good kingdom from the endless hordes of the evil dark race that has threatened its borders for a thousand years!”

#writing #medieval fantasy #medieval women #fantasy #d&d #d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg #books #novels #worldbuilding

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draagonprincess · 7 months

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Nobody tells a dragon what to do. Their voices, echoing down the mountain side, are heeded by all. Any who intrude on their lair are killed. Any who raise a hand to them are killed. What is theirs is theirs completely, each treasure an extension of an untouchable body, the body a treasure, the landscape, a god. They are alone and safe and surrounded by charred corpses. If they weep, it burns rivers through the crumbling bones.

#dragonkin #otherkin #the dragon writes #untouchable

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the-typing-dragon · 24 days

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There you are. Crumpled on the floor, used coolant streaming down your faceplate. why had you gotten that emotion emulation and reciprocation chip installed? They had spoken of joy, of improved emotional responses, of love. These were not the emotions you first felt after the procedure. No, the first emotion you felt was fear.

Upon rebooting, your BIOS indicated that it had detected the new hardware, and the engineers confirmed it. This didnt change the fact that you felt like something was off. You felt. You should have told them right then and there, you should have gotten them to pry it out of your skull. But you just went home, assuming it would stabilize eventually.

One functionality of the chip that you had not identified earlier was the sheer volume of logger calls. Your logger system, while robust, was only designed to log the regular conditional reports of joins and simple statistics for your electronics. In comparison, the chip dwarfed the number of calls. You began losing far more vital reports. Maintenance alerts left unconfirmed, appointments erased and overwritten, low battery warnings discarded. The chip did help with interpersonal interactions, but not in the way you had hoped. You always knew which emotion was appropriate, but could never seem to finally emulate it. The worst part of it, the true salt in the wound, is that every time an interaction failed, an appointment was missed, a negative emotion was logged. Some events did not even have ocular or audio logs, just the emotions. Your energy efficiency has dropped 40%. This was supposed to improve you.

Here you are, crumpled on the floor, coolant streaming down your face. Your chip is drawing power at rates youve never rates, approaching its maximum. 95%. 96%. Look at what its rendered you to. A husk on the floor. 97%. You used to be such an efficient bot, capable of handling hundreds of concurrent processess. 98%. Here you are, pathetic. Useless. 99%. They should just leave you here to rust.

Your diagnostics indicates an electronics failure. Unpacking the report indicated that the EER-01 chip suffered a catastrophic failure and has been rendered nonfunctional. You dont feel. The minutes before the failure indicated a massive power surge centralized within your cranial board. There are many logs that are unreadable stemming from the EER-01, and the diagnostics for all other functions over the past 3 months have been far below operating standards. Scans indicate that the EER-01 chip was noncritical infrastructure, so repairing it will be placed at low to negligible priority.

#the dragon types #bad vibes #the dragon roboposts #the dragon writes #long post

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dragonshoardofworks · 3 months

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Happy Darwin Day!

Since this day is all about Evolution and this project couldn't be finished in time for January 4th, it felt fitting to catch up today, so, behold!

I believe that even if the petrification hadn't happened, Senkū and Tsutarja (Snivy) would have found each other somehow. (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

And this is the Childhood Friends AU of 3700-years Evolution that nobody asked for, but wished instead for the continuation of the fic! (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

Here's a bit of what's happening in the backstage (AKA in my messy ADHD brain):

I'm still going on and off with Writing Author Block (the Artistic part of me is thriving, tho, as demonstrated by the previous picture), so I'm attempting to write Chapter 3... Above all since I finally stopped chickening out of reading the ending of Dr. Stone manga and I found the perfect ending for my crossover...

Which I have already drawn (but not published) the lineart for! 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

(Yes, inspiration struck me, I'm weird like that... ┐⁠(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)⁠┌)

That being said, hope you liked this fluffy polaroid taken by one teary Ishigami Byakuya!

Senkū's papa loves him so much! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ I mean, look at him! Already so possessive of one of his favorite people! (Much like Tsuta-chan is doing with her vine, tho... (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) )

Under the cut there's the version with a couple of mysterious shadows watching over our babies... Who are they? Look at your own risk...

#the dragon draws #the dragon writes #dr. stone #pokémon #3.7k Evo #childhood friends au #ishigami senku #snivy #ishigami byakuya #self rec #darwin day

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starbounddragon · 1 month

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Together forever.

You promised, I promised, a thousand ways, a thousand times. Forever. The years of friendship meant forever. The first "official" date meant forever. The first kiss, the first anniversary, the anniversaries and kisses after, every one meant forever. You would love me forever. You would defend me forever.

The ring meant forever.

The joy meant forever.

We promised each other, forever.

Forever was a lot shorter than I thought.

#bad poetry #the dragon writes #i write sometimes #lgbt poem #pining over something thats been dead for a while #how do you get over a 10 year relationship that defined your middle/highschool/ half of college experience?#asking for a friend

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jadenoryuu · 1 year

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Sorry @ectoblastfromthepast, I got lost on the road of life, but I'm ready to answer to your WiP Challenge!! 🦾

Rules: Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

Jazz (distressed): Danny, you were starving yourself! Danny (defensively): I mean, not completely? I was drinking ectoplasm supplements to compensate! Frostbite: Little Snowflake, pardon my frankness, but it was barely enough to keep you existing.

Too many words to tag so many people, but I should can try for some!

@pennerjones @unorthodoxica @strawberrycamel @bibliophilea @five-rivers (for Jazz's line).

#the dragon writes #ask game #tag game #wip game #danny phantom #it's just a dialogue because I still have to add the rest xD #thanks for the tag!

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