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dark-twist-fairytales · 11 months

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Okay, well, I guess this is as good of a time as ever.

Ninjago AU's:

(Plain text: Ninjago AU's:) All of these have been swirling in my mind for A WHILE. No, some of them literal years! I'm going to go through this one by one, give details, and tell more while also naming them.

Dragon AU (Original)

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This AU has been with me for years, and has since gone through MAJOR changes. Which is why THIS is going through the Original version of the AU

-Loosely based around the movie, as it had been created around this time (think 2017-2019)

-High school sort of AU

-Dragons were hunting for the 'ninja', aka, elemental power users

-Only those with the elemental powers could see THEIR dragons wings

-Dragons were hatched/raised together by someone, taught a human form, and left to fend for themselves after their passing.

-Knew basic skills and what their goal to find was.

-Cole was a baker. I don't know why this was such an important detail, but it was.

-Incompleted, lead to a dead end, original won't be worked on, but a wonderful memory nonetheless

Royalty AU

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Ninjas were royalty instead of ninjas! Everyone had their own kingdoms to rule as either kings, queens, princes, or princesses!

-Kingdoms loosely based around elements

-Loosely based after Tournament of Elements, only Lord Garmadon and Lloyd are.. Well, Lord and child

-There was a previous side-blog dedicated to this, but the original has since been deleted (nothing was actually on it, don't worry)

-Revamp blog can be found here: @royalty-ninjago

Dragon AU (ReMake)

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This is the current version of the Dragon AU! A lot of changes, a lot of major bringings, and so much with this AU that I just Love.

-Loose college based AU

-Cole's working to become a teacher. Zane a doctor, while working alongside Misako at a museum. Jay's an inventor and you can pry that out of my cold, dead hands. Kai's partially dyslexic (barely having a proper education as a younger kid), but working to be a blacksmith instructor.

-Nya's there, don't worry. So it Lloyd!

-Yes, there are still dragons! Don't worry about where.

-This AU is being written down, so not TOO much will be spoiled. Chapter 1 is about.. Maybe halfway done with?

Possessed? Jay AU

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This came from a really weird fact pointing with @ninjago-autism-hours , and being written down. This will eventually be posted to Ao3 when completed and linked.

Ignacia Curse AU

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I have named this AU finally!! You can find the information here!

Headcanon X Show Crossover AU

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This one is self explanatory: My headcanons for the ninjas meeting themselves in a crossover.

Ninja-less AU

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Once again, a little self explanatory, but more in depth than you think.

-Wu never finds the Ninja, despite trying to. Lord Garmadon is still 'Lord', and is still destined to destroy Ninjago, with Lloyd trying to stop him.

-The four OG's work on themselves and their own skills;

-Kai becomes a skilled blacksmith after years

-Jay becomes a spontaneous/on-the-spot inventor/mechanic and creates many things, ranging from cars to jets

-Zane becomes this sort of grey area of a 'Jack of all trades', yet still dedicated to helping people out

-Cole becomes an infamous hit man. No, I'm serious, that's where my mind went to for Fole, and it stuck.

-Lloyd somehow ends up in Cole's care, crossing paths before the snakes could be released, so the whole Pythor thing doesn't happen...

-Or does it?

-Can't remember details, but Pythor gets released. The 'ninja' have connections with each others, yet are so disconnected, you'd never think they'd know each other!

-They do. Barely.

-Morro also gets released, but instead of possessing Lloyd, zeoh just.. Kind of vibes with Cole and Lloyd, but most often gets left in Zane's care.

-There was a lot to this and I loved it a lot. I need to write this down.

Mute Kai AU

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A more what if: Kai was a mute

-Pilot would be changed MAJORLY. The dudes wouldn't know Kai's name until Nya said it!

-Actions become words to the Ninja, and so often, Kai will motion in a really basic way to confuse someone, and then Jay pops up like 'Oh, yeah, we can absolutely go get something to eat after this', or Cole saying 'No, I think you're confusing Mystake with the other tea lady.'

-Just that. Mute Kai. There's a scar on Kai's neck that glows gold at random points, but no one ever says anything about it.

-Nya actually knows sign language, and has taught the others bit by bit so they can actually hold a conversation with Kai. By the time season 3 rolls around, they all know sign language and finger spelling.

+Jay's both offended and accomplished by his sign name (first starting as just 'talks a lot', but changed to 'electric boom', or something like that)

Dragon Kai AU

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If Kai was a hybrid of human and dragon. There's a LOT on this already, check the tag 'dragon kai' or 'dragon kai au'

Bizzaro Verse

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There's already a good bit about this out in the tags 'bizzaro verse'.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago au #yeah there's.. a lot here. some not in full details for reasons #please ask all you want i love these aus-#dragon kai au #bizzaro verse

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lawain-dimensional-heroes · 3 months

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"I miss my wife Harambe, tails. I miss him very much."

#dashboard commentary #enraged heroes | crack #prism dragon | maroon #insert Million arthur verse here

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forgottenwyrm · 2 months

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[ STARTER ] ⸻ @thcdoomed gets a little semi discussed thing <3

Steadily, with each venture she had taken, after the Netherbrain had been defeated; pieces of what had been taken from her come back. Steams of memories, decades worth that would break through the fog. NOW THE WYRM KNEW HERSELF AGAIN. They had all met up with each other upon message from Withers six months from their share victory.

The ability to change back to her true form hadn't been possible at the time of their reunion, but she had came back with a sureness of knowing herself. Memories returning, she's not a fraud but a true dragon. White wyrm from the Icewind Dale; she hadn't made her way back to her home, but she knew now and the ability to return to her true draconic form had been in grasp.

It was several months after that she had stretched her wings again for the first time in thirty eight years. The dragoness proud to own the skies again. From there, she sought out her friends; partly to show off the gleam of her pearlescent scales along with lend them aid now that Caledonia was returning to her full power. The gods still don't hold much weight, but she'd thank Bahamut for her good fortune and Kereska for her magical capabilities in and out of dragon form.

Dronia was one such friend that she was eager to lend aid. The dragon lands, lowering her head and neck down, folding her wings out, then down and back to give Dronia room to get off of her. Once the dhampir is securely off of her, she steps back and with a outstretch of her wings. A shake of her head then her wings fold in toward her body, one moment a white dragon stands there before the next tall pink tiefling. Her arms raised as if in mid-spell cast.

Toothy grin, ❝ Well, I told you wouldn't let you fall off, or if you did, I am fast enough to catch you before you went splat. ❞ Flying was an incredible feeling, one she tried to share. ❝ Land travel's too slow these days, having flight's a useful weapon for an arsenal. ❞ She had promised she'd help Dronia reign destruction upon her enemies.

#[ ic ] maybe that was a little chaotic?#thcdoomed #[ VERSE ] Many long lived lifetimes #i figured we'll get rolling here and can write the development of frieenship/pre events later #i also just jump at writing dragon

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crimson-phantom-designs · 6 months

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Um...

Well I have been writing a series of notes for a potential Francis in OFMD universe(Eb is in this universe too but it is after they separated leaving Francis extremely bitter about it and bent more toward his brutality. A parallel to Blackbeard post Stede). I didn't mean to do anything with all this but I have a story where Francis met Ned Low in a one shot just to see what happened and they... hit it off really well which suprised me. (More on Francis end, Ned was a flustered mess just excited to meet someone with similar taste in music and... other facinations...)

Then I read this...

Fuck. The real Ned Low had a friend named Francis and they were close for awhile. Now I have to do something with these notes eventually- shit, its hauntingly accurate.

Did I mention Francis signature is setting ships on fire with its crew held aboard? What similar to Ned's blend of music and torment, Francis plays a violin in exchange of his pianoforte to the screams off it as the ship sinks...

I'm not sure I will write it entirely(I have too many AUs dammit!) but the idea keeps returning to me. I have set art ideas for it but I can share a short plotline that started from a one shot in my drafts where Francis and Ned meet while on dock one night at the Republic of pirates. Ned is drawn to the beautiful music of a violin along the pier coming from a beautiful ship. A tune so well played and unfamiliar in quality normally found around pirates. Ned grabs his violin and rushes flustered to join this stranger which he is welcomes to and they continue the song. They play well and even share a conversation, all where it leads to why Francis is there having to clean up what his crew could not. He's looking for someone as Ned remarks the same thing. Ned goes pale; however, as he discovers its the same man as a wanted poster is thrown at his feet to see its Blackbeard. Same man but different reasons that intertwine, Ned for revenge of his record being broken and Francis for his 30 freight ships under his corsair contract Blackbeard seiged in order to break it. Francis is also looking for Stede Bonnet, someone Ned doesn't recognize or really care to but he obliges for the assistance in tracking Ed down.

Then months later, as the story direction is changed for this, Francis finds Stede adrift in his dingy lost at sea and rescues him- or so Stede thinks...

Against Stede's ruse of a fake name, Francis on approach, knows exactly who Stede really is; however, alike how when he met Ned low, Francis is using Stede just as much as he is using Ned to find the Revenge. Ned, who Francis treats much like a pet ironically, happily goes along with whatever Francis tells him because he feels he weilds more influence than he truly does in this arrangement, all whilst Francis picks at Stede's mind to pull information about himself, his ship, everything that fascinates him about this odd bird at sea. What Francis uses all his skills at his disposal to retrieve, including his knowledge of mixing custom pharmaceuticals blends to fit his needs from his days as a refined surgeon.

When he's not using concoctions, Francis, being a man masterful at manipulation, one seethingly charming and well cultured from his wonderous explorations that streched far beyond his days permanently at sea, works like a charm on Stede. Stede who is immediently drawn to that comfort zone of aristocraic behavior while being more so put at ease with how kind and generous Francis is to him. Since Stede was rescued, Francis has provided him the nice cloths he longed for and treats him to fine dining, whatever Stede wants essentially... except to leave. Not that Francis has openly stopped him, more an alluded persuasion if Stede gets restless; "Why would you want to muck it out there isolated and all alone? You could run into anyone out there... Someone that could seriously hurt you if you crossed them... Just think what could have happened had I not found you first barely clinging to your dear sweet life... There's alot of dangerous men out there..."

While Stede truly believe Francis is trying to help him reunite with his crew, Stede isn't completely daft. He is wary and picks up somerhijgs not quite right as he tries to be careful what he shares, at least about Ed. He's mainly worried where all this generosity could lead and remains guarded but polite because... he's also despirate with no other options. He pacifies Francis as much as he can for now yet Stede doesn't realize just what he's gotten himself into and with who... What will all come to a head when Francis meets back up with Ned one night to celebrate their crews reunion with own twisted version of Calypso's birthday that make Francis intentions become abit more clear to Stede when the ruse is dropped completely.

Meanwhile with Ned back, Ned sees all this and knows the plan, but he's too jealous and spiteful by how Francis fawns over Stede. How Francis always keeping Stese so close. Ned wanted that to be him. Them... Ned has finally found someone who 'understands him' and will be damned if some minor rich boy playing pirate takes that from him while Stede would love to actively assure him how incorrect he is and how badly he wants to leave.

While all this happening, Ed learns what is going on and who Stede has been seen with as they have monitored the ship from the security of distance in night travels. What, thanks to Izzy, who knows all too well what the dread Black King Osman is capable of, knows just how much danger Stede is in. Ed now sets his bitter resentment from Stede leaving him aside and sails to London. He is heavily outmatched in means to attack Francis on his own, but with a well placed raid along the Thames River, he plans to level that playing field with a counteraction of his own capture.

#I have too many AUs #I even had notes of a party Francis and Ned join their ships to on sea where they play violins together singing about murder.#All while their crew dance and get wasted. A twisred version of Calypso's birthday celebration.#I really want to draw that #ofmd #oc francis osman #scroogeposting #scroogeverse #our flag means death #Here be dragons verse

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edda-grenade · 2 years

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pov: you're samson and you have no self preservation instinct

#feral verse

(context as brief as i can make it: the inquisition goes to the aeonar instead of adamant, in the aftermath it comes out that saar + solas, uh. murdered every last templar in there, so the second corypheus is dead cullen & co pull a coup. It Gets Very Gory Very Quickly. saar + solas make a break for it, and afterwards are of course pretty hard up for allies, so that a red templar who's still 100% willing to burn the chantry down starts looking like a pretty good option. y'know, comparatively.)

#samson: yep just gonna hop into bed with two eldritch mages who got traumatized by templars; surely Nothing will go wrong here #soladaar #inquisitor x solas #solas #adaar #saar gets her own tag #inquisitor #dragon age #art tag #fanart #dragon age inquisition #da:i #feral verse #unworksafe

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inhcritance · 2 months

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@lvebug liked for a small starter!

There's panic in the eyes of the dragon, as he regards her. Quiet, wary panic, tail lashing far from her because not even then will he hurt her, and yet... She should not be there. She shouldn't have been there, at all, not when he'd been injured as he had.

#lvebug #(( verse: the green dragon | dnd ))#( Here have a dragon :3 )

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writeforfandoms · 2 years

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Blue Skies

Find my masterlist and dragon ‘verse masterlist

Dieter has to film with a dragon for an upcoming movie. Of course, filming with the dragon means working with the dragon handler, too...

Okay. A couple quick notes. This does take place after the events of the Bubble, by probably a year ish. IF people want a second instalment of this, I’ll explain further there. Or you can always send me an ask/DM/etc.

Second, this version of Dieter, the way he’s written here, is very much inspired by @jazzelsaur Stay On the Screenplay, found here, which you should absolutely go read if you haven’t yet.

And lastly this is indeed a different reader from Jack’s girl in Tangled Up.

Dieter Bravo and gn!reader (no feels yet)

Warnings: Swearing, Dieter being Dieter, mentions of drugs and alcohol, directors are douchebags sometimes, dragon with an attitude. Let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 3k

Most days on set were rather boring for you. You’d gotten over being star-struck by the actors by the end of your first month with Lola. Probably 80% of the time, there wasn’t anything for you to actually do. You just had to be on set to corral Lola when necessary and make sure that she was being treated fairly.

Although she was also damn good at looking out for herself.

The biggest challenge of your day to day was that Lola could be a bit… temperamental. With some people. She had never hurt anyone, and you doubted she ever would. But some people she simply Did Not Like. And she let them know by snapping at them, or growling.

You really hoped she didn’t act like that around Dieter Bravo, or your days were going to be way more exciting than you liked.

Lola snorted next to you, lowering her head to nudge you playfully. You patted her neck almost absently.

“I know you’re bored,” you told her. “But it won’t be for long. The actor is supposed to be here any minute, and then we’ll get your scenes done for the day.”

Lola rumbled in her chest, head level with yours, but looking at something you hadn’t seen yet. You turned your head to look the same direction she was… and very nearly did a double take.

Now, like much of the world, you had seen the documentary on the making of Cliff Beasts 6. You had seen Dieter Bravo there, and in one or two other films before.

None of that prepared you for seeing him in person.

His hair was floofed precariously on his head, looking a little like a nest. He wore sunglasses still. He was wearing the gear called for by his part in the movie, an olive green jacket and dark brown pants… and his crocs. You bit your lip hard to keep from laughing at the ridiculous sight. Beside you, Lola snorted.

“Guess he’s not quite ready,” you murmured.

But it took surprisingly little time for Dieter to finish getting ready. Someone tamed his hair down a bit, he swapped the crocs for hiking boots, and he was ready. He shook himself off and then stood taller, straighter, more focused.

Well shit. Guess he was ready now.

You patted Lola’s neck and sent her on her way over to her first spot for the shot. The director was going for grandiose here - she emerged from behind a copse of trees, white and red scales gleaming brightly in the sun.

She really was beautiful, a stunning example of a dragon. She was perfectly proportioned, her coloring was unusual and striking, and she knew how to be graceful. As evidenced by the gentle curve of her neck as she stretched her head out towards Dieter, as the scene called for.

You figured the attitude just made her more perfect for the film scene.

To his credit, Dieter didn’t look nervous. Well, no moreso than his character did, with one hand outstretched to the dragon.

But the surprise of the day definitely came when Lola ducked her head under his hand, rumbling a pleased noise and nuzzling into him like a giant, affectionate cat.

Well. That was a first.

The director called for a cut there to go over the next few minutes. Lola stretched out in the sun to wait, though she kept her attention on Dieter. She seemed oddly enamored with him.

And he didn’t seem to want anything to do with her, giving her a cautious look and stepping away from her. As if he thought she would eat him, or something.

You crossed your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes. Hmm. Now you really weren’t sure if you liked Dieter Bravo.

But the rest of the day went off without a hitch. He was brilliant when he was “on”; his body language was perfect, he never missed a cue or line, and he always seemed to know where to look. But when he was “off”... He got a little sloppy. Kept his sunglasses on when he could. Was a bit quiet, actually. Not really edging into surly, but quiet.

Maybe he was just having a bad day. Because this Dieter was very different from the one in the documentary.

Shooting wrapped for the day, and Dieter practically vanished from set. Rolling your eyes, you walked over to Lola, patting her neck.

“Ready to go rest for the night?” you asked her. She danced a little on her feet, back and forth. You laughed. “Yes, okay, food first. Come on. Let’s head back and then I’ll give you food.”

Lola crooned and started off towards her accommodations. Really, just a big area that had been set aside for her, with a small trailer for you.

At least this time they hadn’t left you to fend for yourself. Or forced you to drive an hour to get to your hotel.

It was easy to get Lola fed and settled for the night. You climbed up onto her back to stretch out and look up at the sky.

Some days you wondered how you ended up here, of all places. Some days you wondered if you would ever do anything else.

Lola snorted softly at you, craning her head around to look back at you. You chuckled and patted her side.

"Okay, sweets, I'll let you rest. I'll see you in the morning." Carefully, you slid down her side, feet landing in the soft grass. You took a moment to stretch before you headed back inside to get some shut eye.

The next day was more of the same. You standing around, bored, while Lola worked with Dieter. Their scenes were actually quite beautiful - a broken man finding a dragon and healing a part of himself he hadn't known was broken. It felt so real, so magical almost, even just watching the two of them. Lola reacted to his body language in a way she never had with anyone else, offering low sympathetic croons at his shoulders slumped in defeat, nudging her nose against his chest when he looked down.

If Dieter was surprised or freaked out by any of this, he didn't show it. He really was a professional.

They had a night scene to shoot, and the actors got a break to have some food while it got full dark and the set crew built a small fire.

Somehow, you weren't sure how exactly, you ended up standing next to Dieter, warm mug of coffee clutched in your hands.

"So you're the dragon tamer, huh?"

You blinked at him. "I mean, not really. Lola just likes attention."

He barked out a laugh and then looked a little startled at himself. "Never thought I'd be working with a dragon," he muttered.

You chuckled. "Most people don't," you agreed. "You're handling it much better than most do. A lot of the actors we work with freak out more."

Dieter snorted. "Not the weirdest shit I've seen."

You shrugged, sipping your coffee. That was really none of your business.

After a moment, he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes. His sunglasses were low on his nose, fingers tapping restlessly against his cup. "You're not gonna ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Everybody wants to know about the whole Cliff Beasts fiasco since that damn documentary."

You chuckled. You couldn't help it. "I really don't think it's any of my business. That's your life, dude."

Lola snorted, lumbering off to investigate something in the grass, and you followed her. Hopefully she hadn't found a frog. She loved frogs. She liked to play with them before she squashed them, but most people found that unsettling to watch. And the last thing you needed was someone puking on set and blaming it on your dragon.

You managed to corral her away from the frog with promises of treats later. But she let you know that she was doing this reluctantly, sulking all the way back to set with her head lowered and wings drooping at her sides.

Drama queen.

Maybe that's why she got along so well with Dieter.

Filming the scene went great. Dieter was, again, on top of his lines. Lola had no problem laying down behind him and curling around to rest her head in his lap, and Dieter stroked her head slowly, just hesitant enough before relaxing into it. The firelight illuminated the two of them beautifully, his warm eyes and curls highlighting the way the firelight turned Lola orange and crimson.

Honestly, you could have stood and watched the two of them for as long as you needed to. They were beautiful together. For the first time in a long time, you felt a pang of self-consciousness.

Filming wrapped for the night, and you and Lola left. You were both quiet.

But you did remember her treats before you both went to sleep.

The next few days were more of the same. Filming easy shots, one-sided conversations and emotional moments.

And then the director threw you all for a loop.

"You know what would make this moment perfect?" He asked, completely rhetorical, clearly excited. "Flying."

"What." You blinked at the director.

"Think about it! It would be perfect! Him flying on Lola, showing his freedom from the past and the bad memories and the grief. And Lola showing the clear trust and mutual respect." The director nodded. "I need it."

"All due respect but Lola is not a dragon you can throw a beginner rider on," you said, internally freaking out. "I don't have any of the straps or safety systems with me, since there is not supposed to be flying, and Lola doesn't like to do those shots. She's thrown people before. She's not a horse."

The director waved your concerns off. "You can fly, right?"

"What?" You blinked at him, dumbfounded.

"She's yours, or with you, or whatever. So you can fly, right?"

Oh you were going to regret this. "Yes, but–"

"Okay, so here's what we'll do. You just sit behind Dieter and make sure he doesn't fall off, and we'll edit you out later." The director beamed, pleased with his "solution".

Dieter walked over to the two of you, sunglasses back on, frowning. "Did you say flying?"

"We've got it all figured out," the director said eagerly.

"No, no way. I'm not flying. I agreed to work with a dragon, not ride one like a fucking pony." Dieter frowned more intensely at the director.

"Dieter. Buddy." The director slung an arm over Dieter's shoulders. "Remember what's at stake here."

Dieter went very still, and then resigned. You had no idea what had just happened, but it had kind of hurt your heart to watch. "Yeah. Okay."

"Great!" The director shook Dieter a little before looking at you.

And you knew what would happen if you refused. They'd shrug, ignore your warnings, and do it anyway. And someone would get hurt. Lola would be blamed. You'd probably lose your job.

Fuck. Fuck.

"I need half a day to teach him proper mounting techniques," you told the director firmly. "As well as where to hold on. That's non negotiable, or I call my home office right now."

The director held his hands up. "Sure, sure, half a day," he agreed easily. "We'll break for today, and you two can work on whatever you need. Okay?"

"Fine." You nodded once, short and sharp. And didn't give the director time to change his mind as you strode away to update Lola on this change.

"Hey, pretty girl. Change of plans."

Lola lowered her head to look at you.

"So they want a flying scene now. We are going to teach Dieter how to fly."

Lola blinked and tipped her head to one side, considering this.

"Hopefully the director won't want a lot," you fussed. "It sounds like it should be a short shot. And I'll be here, too. Since we don't have the safety straps." You had to pause and take a deep breath to contain your annoyance with the director.

Lola rumbled, nudging you with her head. She seemed in good spirits. So that was hopeful.

"Okay." You looked around. The area was pretty flat and open. Not a bad spot to practice. "Hey, Dieter!"

Dieter looked over at you, looking a little startled.

"Come on over and we'll get started." You waved him over, ignoring the looks from the crew. You had a job to do.

Dieter wandered over, licking his lips. "Okay."

"Okay. Now, I'm gonna tell you now. Lola does not normally like to be ridden. She's picky. So if I say to get off? You get off. Got it?"

"Got it." Dieter paused. "But what if we're, y'know, in the air?"

"Dieter." You put one hand on his shoulder, light but grounding, looking into his sunglasses and wishing you could see his eyes. "I am here to keep you safe. Okay? You and Lola both. I know what I'm doing. I've been working with Lola for years."

Dieter took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," he agreed, a little quiet. But he looked steadier, less flighty.

"Okay. You stand here." You pointed to a spot on the ground. "I'll show you how it's done, show you where to put your hands and feet. Got it?"

Dieter nodded, moving to where you pointed. He still had a lot of anxious energy, fidgeting and twiddling his fingers and tapping his feet. But he watched you carefully, so you decided to not give a shit.

He was a quick study at least, picking things up and emulating you easily enough. When he could successfully get himself on and off Lola without assistance, you took a deep breath.

"Next step. I'm gonna have Lola walk around while we're up here. It's not like riding a horse, she's much bigger than a horse. It's not easy, but I won't let you fall. Okay?"

"Got it." Dieter held on a little tighter to Lola.

"Okay Lola," you called, patting her side. "Nice and easy now. Let's go for a walk."

Lola stood, briefly stretching her wings out to her sides. Dieter made a strangled noise, and you put your hands on his waist to steady him.

And then, to your surprise, Lola walked calmly around the filming area. She didn't even try any shenanigans.

She must really like Dieter.

"See? Not so bad, right?" You grinned at Dieter's back.

"Not bad," he grumbled. "Feels fuckin' weird. Feels like I should be high."

You snorted. You couldn't help it. "Better not, it's worse when you're high and the ground is that far down," you advised. You eased your grip on him, letting him get a feel for how to hold on.

"That sounds like experience." Dieter tensed up at first before he slowly relaxed into the motion.

"I've been working with Lola for a long time," you reiterated. "Pretty sure I've been offered everything under the sun by now."

Dieter nodded. Then he blurted, "I quit. Well. I'm trying to quit. Go clean."

You blinked at his back, mouth open in silent shock. Uh. What? "That's… hard to do. But admirable."

His shoulders loosened, back straightening a bit. "I'm not… I don't wanna be that guy anymore."

"That guy?" You asked it gently, giving him the easy out of pretending he hadn't heard you.

"The guy who shows up strung out. The guy who's just looking for his next high." Dieter paused for a moment. "The guy who OD's."

Ah. That. "Well, that's a good thing to avoid," you agreed. "It's a hard process. If it helps, you're doing great. I can't tell at all when you're working."

"Yeah? You're not just saying that?"

"I'm really not. I don't do the whole pandering and ass-kissing thing. Not my style." You chuckled suddenly. "Lola gives me a level of immunity."

Dieter laughed. "Gee I wonder why."

"I have never asked her to step on anyone," you said, grinning, mock-innocent.

The two of you giggled like kids for a minute, and Lola rumbled her approval. You patted her side.

"Okay, mister. You ready to go faster?"

"What? No."

"You're gonna have to fly tomorrow."

"I changed my mind."

"Don't be a baby." You patted Lola again. "Alright, let's try flying now."

Lola picked up speed, and you shuffled up behind Dieter to help hold him in place as the dragon flapped her powerful wings and leapt into the sky.

His shriek was partially muffled since he apparently refused to open his mouth. You laughed and held tight to him, legs compensating for the hold.

Lola didn't stay in the air long. Just long enough to get up above the trees. And then back down she went.

Dieter was tense as a sinner in church, locked up tight in front of you.

"Relax," you advised, scooting back a little to give him some room again. "Just go with her. Lola and I won't let you fall."

When he spoke, his voice was very small. "I need to get down."

Whoops. Too much. "Lola, let him off."

Lola bent her front legs, lowering her front half to the ground. Dieter swung one leg over and slid down her side, and was off in a flash. Poor guy.

"He did pretty good for his first flight," you murmured to Lola. "Next time will be easier."

She crooned at you, laying down again and getting comfortable. You laid down too, taking in the sunshine and giving Dieter some time.

Dieter stopped at Lola's side, looking up at you. He looked a little green around the gills still, but determined. Something had changed. Something had motivated him.

"Again," he demanded.

You sat up. And smiled.

The scene was a rousing success. They got it in one shot. One perfect shot. Dieter held on like he knew what he was doing, and barely needed you at all. Lola kept him steady.

When you watched the take later, what you noticed wasn't the framing of the shot, or the lighting, or any of that. It was the look of wonder in Dieter's eyes.

You didn't think that was acting.

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tendervulture · 1 year

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Babygirl alert + bonus color palette

(Background from Cynder’s Story Scroll by Jared Pullen)

#cynder #cynder the dragon #tlos #the legend of spyro #spyro the dragon #albinistic!spyro au #melanistic!cynder au #character design #my verses #my designs #au #dragons #my art tag (abandon all hope ye who enter here)#fandoms #art #fanart #mine

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forgottenwyrm · 2 months

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stats hc.

The tadpole gives Caledonia uniqueness in her stuck shape change form and power / capabilities as well as stats.

Caledonia's starting stats look like this

Strength 16 (+3), Dexerity 12 (+1) Constituon 14 (+2) Intelligence 8 (-1) Wisdom 8 (-1) Charisma 16 (+3)

At level 4, the feat War Caster would be taken. At level 8, a stat increase to this; plus two to con.

Strength 16 (+3) Dexerity 12 (+1) Consitution 16 (+3) Intelligence 8 (-1) Wisdom 8 (-1) Charisma 16 (+3)

At level 12 and end of Act Three of BG3, she takes another stat increase that ups her dex and these are her ending stats.

Strength 16 (+3) Dexerity 14 (+2) Consitution 16 (+3) Intelligence 8 (-1) Wisdom 8 (-1) Charisma 16 (+3)

For reference, I tried to somewhat align what an adult white dragon stat block would look like translated to becoming a tiefling sorcerer and be reasonable within play/use. 'Cause dragons / monsters or creatures with CR ratings have slightly adjusted / different stat block rules than players / player characters.

Adult White Dragon Stat Block // Strength 22 (+6) Dexerity 10 (0) Consitution 22 (+6) Intelligence 8 (-1) Wisdom 12 (+1) Charisma (+1)

#If this were for a true tabletop game I would campaign hard for the dm to consider sorcerers a Consitution casters #Since that is a really fun homebrew rule I have seen played with #Anyways here is fun Cal things #She is a brute force mage #[ ABOUT ] Who could forget they were a dragon once?#[ ABOUT ] BG3 Verse

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crimson-phantom-designs · 6 months

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So I drew Francis flagship at work today. XD I wanted to put a visual to the design and just worked as I went and this is the result. The Leviathan is a galleon courier ship, his main vessel he resides on in his fleet. On appearance and otherwise, it's a beast.

Francis went full in on into connotation he was the Devil after he let go of the last decent bit of himself when he and Eb split so the vessel personifies his taken personality as the Devil himself. 13 is seen a few times here, the fallen angel on the back and the Leviathan leading it as the figurehead.

Did I mention that figurehead is a weapon capable of firing lit kerosene at vessels? 😅😬 Above it is a harpoon used to latch onto a ship being pursued. Then there's the 74 cannons in two degrees of size, 34 on each side.

I ran out of paper so when it eventually makes it to digital I'll finish the top that has his own flag that's missing. The flag trailing it is the Turk flag displaying his work with the Outtom Sovereign as a corsair defending shipment contract vessels through their territories.

Francis is basically a military privateer. A pirate admiral under authority to fully use his arsenal against other vessels -particularly pirates trying to raid their shipments- but he will take down a Spanish ship or English Navy if they cross his paths.

This is also not set in 1840s but 1717, put a page out if Jenkins book of historical wildness so it will be fun to draw Francis and Scrooge from that earlier era as well.

#oc francis osman #scroogeverse #scroogeposting #pirate au #Here be dragons verse

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edda-grenade · 2 years

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New.

Solas has to deal with some changes in his perception.

#feral verse, 1k words. on AO3.

Solas had never expected he would ever need to know how to mend fishing nets, but Adaar was rather insistent that it was a useful skill to possess. He had not argued otherwise as strongly as he might have—he had always enjoyed observing someone skilled at their craft work or teach. Despite everything, that still held true.

“Hold on, that one doesn’t look quite right—”

Solas held still while Adaar bent over his section of the net and eyed the current knot; she muttered something under her breath and hooked her claw into the knot, unravelling it with ease.

“I think you forgot the last loop. Want me to show you again?”

“Far be it from me to deprive you of an opportunity to show off,” he said, but he couldn’t entirely stifle a smile. Adaar was confident to the point of arrogance—Solas could admit, however grudgingly, that he gained a strange, nonsensical enjoyment from watching her prove that arrogance was wholly deserved. Even if it concerned only something as banal as tying quick, competent knots into a damaged fishing net.

She grinned and took the net from him. “Careful, I might get the impression you actually enjoy that, one of these days.”

He said nothing, only watched her demonstrate the proper sequence of motions, although the urge to confirm it burned on his tongue. As before, his attention strayed from her fingers to the way the tendons in the back of her hands moved, to the minute tensions this caused in her bared lower arms, all the way up to her shoulders, thick with muscle—

Solas swallowed and forced his gaze back down.

“I have never seen you fish with nets such as these,” he said, a hint of a question, as much distraction as genuine curiosity.

“No, these're meant for river fishing. You remember Tybal?”

“I believe so? If you're referring to the rather pale vashoth.”

“They've got a place further north, where the river’s a proper river. The nets belong to them, but they have a kind of tremor in their hand?” She gestured with her own to mimic the problem. “Makes work like this difficult. So a few years back we made a deal, I fix the nets when necessary, and we get fish in return.”

“That is… kind of you.”

“I guess? The fish is really good. You can see for yourself next time.” She shrugged, and—

This was ridiculous. Solas closed his eyes, breathing slowly, opened them again, then opened his mouth to reply… and still nothing sensible came out: "You will need new clothes, soon."

As if it was in any way relevant at the moment. As if it was any of his concern. As if it should matter to him.

"What? Why?"

Reluctantly, he pointed to the seam at her shoulder, where the thread was straining to hold the fabric together.

"You're growing broader. At this rate you might end up tearing them if you're not careful."

Adaar stretched out her arms in front of her and rolled her shoulders, watching the cloth cling to her biceps.

"Hah, you're right." She smiled, clearly pleased. "I hadn't noticed."

Solas had noticed.

He couldn't stop noticing.

The arc of her shoulders, the flex of muscles in her back, her arms, her thighs, the sheer ease with which strength came to her. It stole his focus, his damned breath. They had been surprised by rain while wandering back from a ruin recently, and he had nearly bitten his tongue not to make a sound at the sight of her drenched back. She had watched him so intently, as if she was perhaps aware… And every time she decided to pick him up for some more-or-less baseless reason, as she was so fond of doing, he wondered if this would be the occasion when he would betray himself. How effortlessly she could lift him was yet another thing that he didn’t dare consider in detail, nor how often she would touch him more than in passing.

To make matters even worse, the aspects of her that hadn't changed found their way beneath his skin as well. The toothy glint of her smile, her long-fingered restless hands, the determined set of her jaw when she was after something, the way her pitch-and-amber eyes lit up when she cast magic…

Now, all of her made his mouth dry out. The sensation was far from new, but it was… it had been a long time. The world had been different. Whole.

If Ghilan'nain could see him now, she would be insufferably pleased with her handiwork.

"You've filled out, too, you know," Adaar said, pulling his thoughts back into the present. She tapped his sternum with her knuckles, then danced her fingertips rib by rib up to his collarbones. "I used to be able to count your ribs just by looking."

Solas’s heartbeat fluttered up to somewhere in his throat, but he held her gaze. If he imagined her touch to be more deliberate than it was, with an intent beyond the careless affection she doled out to anyone within range, it would not matter beyond this moment.

“Is the number of my ribs so variable that it requires regular quantification?” he asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said in a tone of great seriousness, although her lips twitched. “Sometimes you’re missing one on the left side.” She was still touching him, the edge of her palm resting high on his chest. Solas couldn’t bring himself to move away.

“You are wonderfully strange,” he said, without quite meaning to. Before he could quantify or retract the statement, Adaar’s face broke into a smile.

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“How so?”

She patted his collarbone—another simple touch that seemed as nigh a caress to Solas’s starving skin—and returned to her work. “You’re wonderfully strange too, forest sprite.”

Oh, dear.

Solas cleared his throat and tried, fruitlessly, to ignore the gentle heat spreading inside his chest.

#feral verse #soladaar #saar gets her own tag #adaar #inquisitor #inquisitor x solas #solas #fanart #art tag #fic tag #fic related #da:i #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #can't believe i've been sitting on this one for a Year but here we are XD

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