it's just it's just
pious devoted knight slowly becoming disillusioned with the church because the local abbot is literally manufacturing demons in order to side with the bourgeoisie against the revolution but he's trying his best to cling to his ideals and his christian faith regardless and also there's the inevitable tension of being queer in a predominately homophobic religion
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indigenous vampire who literally eats the rich and may or may not be the avatar of or at least connected in some way with quetzalcoatl a specifically non-christian god
is literally THE ship dynamic of all time. i cannot stop thinking about them. god. and that last devastating scene between them. they're both so flawed. olrox sweetie you cannot control your lover's actions you need to stop being so manipulative and selfish. mizrak you cannot call an aztec man "an animal who lost his soul long ago" what the fuck that's not okay. it doesn't matter that he's a vampire and therefore "soulless" according to your worldview because according to your worldview you're not supposed to fuck let alone fuck "soulless" creatures of the night let alone fuck "soulless" creatures of the night who happen to be other men. get the plank out of your own eye buddy. i love them both so much
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So considering what we know about Chima and the Wyldness and all that blah blah blah, I wonder if after the Merge, a group of Serpentine, maybe a few hundred, would've ventured to the Wyldness to try reconnect with their ancient roots (given the hypothesized idea of the FSM bringing the Serpentine from Chima/the Wyldness.)
I can imagine maybe they find the ancient remains of Serpentine lands, maybe there exists modern day Serpentine in the Wyldness who evolved differently from the ones we know due to conditions, and thus work in different ways from OUR Serpentine.
Maybe the reason Ninjago Serpentine are divided as Tribes has something to do with the Ancient Ways once spoken of centuries ago by their ancient ancestors, back when the Tribes were different animal species, not Serpentine species.
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If you still have free prompts:
Izuku rediscovers magic and uses it to become hero
Izuku was falling.
Not metaphorically, but very literally falling from a terrifying height. Mizuchi had said it was tradition for a dragon's first flight but Mizuchi had been laughing at the way his face had paled when he'd plucked him off his back with his too-large teeth. Izuku was never trusting the river dragon again.
Against his better instincts, he closed his eyes, reaching inwards to his magic. It was about as panicked as he was, bubbling like a pot about to boil over. He didn't bother trying to calm it, he was kind of on a time crunch. Mizuchi didn't mean to kill him, but the dragon had a terrible idea of what killed a mortal and Izuku wasn't sure he'd ever covered 'falling from the cloud layer to the very hard ground below'.
The air whipping past him lashed at his clothes and sting his bare skin. A very harsh reminder he needed to figure this out before the ground hit him a whole lot harder.
Forcibly clearing his mind, Izuku focused on Mizuchi's instructions. He siphoned some of the bubbling panic in his chest through his system, twisting it's shape from panic-terror-annoyance to control-light-air. It was a weird shape, Izuku's magic naturally sat quite happily in what Kiyohime had described as sunlight-steady-growth, a much more earth natured leaning than anything that should be able to fly.
He'd never been fond of doing what he was meant to.
He wind felt softer, the sinking feeling in his bones was less, but izuku wasn't in control yet. He was still falling. He plastered an All Might grin on his cheeks, took that borrowed joy and pushed.
He cracked open an eye. The noise of jibbering panic that left his mouth as he reached out and touched a leaf of the tree he'd almost crashed into was something he wasn't proud of, but felt was understandable, given the circumstances.
Mizuchi's snort of laugher from above him had him narrowing his eyes. "Not bad for a mortal, I was worried I'd need to drop you again."
"Mizuchi!" Izuku wailed, flexing the magic that was granted him the ability to not die via horrific blunt force impact. "This kills humans! You wouldn't have dropped me twice because I could have been a pancake!" He dragon huffed a laugh as Izuku rained whaled on his massive snout, thick scales stopping his smacks from feeling like anything more than love taps.
"It worked didn't it?"
Izuku's eyes narrowed. "I'm telling Kiyohime."
A dragon couldn't pale in fear but Izuku discovered it could get pretty close.
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The Feathered Serpent
The Suncrest party needed help desperately.
They're stranded in the Faewild now. Their first tentative allies betrayed them; the unicorn they were sent here to meet has been missing for what appears to have been years, by Fae time. They have a powerful ally in Eleaea, gynosphinx Queen of the Wild Court of Wummer; but even she is not a true archfae, and she can offer them only guidance and general wisdom.
Guidance and general wisdom are more precious than diamonds in the Faewild...but what the party needs is the kind of knowledge that really is power. The kind of knowledge that can kill a god.
That kind of knowledge is far beyond Eleaea's ability. It's not something she can give them.....but she knows who can. And in her own words, riddle games are behind them now. That crossroads is in the past.
There is a true archfae. In many ways, the true Archfae. A great serpent, as old as the Faewild or older, possibly as old as time itself. They have no name and need no name, and know no politics, for even the Summer Court is the blink of a child's eye compared to the life she has lived. She will not be cheated, cannot be decieved, and will not share her great knowledge for nothing; but likewise they are too ancient for cruelty or petty tricks.
The Serpent will have her payment or you will have nothing; but the bargain is fair. True knowledge, whole and complete, without deception--in exchange for what that knowledge is worth. No less....but no more.
It is the closest thing the fae know to benevolence. It is by far the best offer the party is going to get.
So she gives them instructions, and her mate Shasta the androsphinx lioness to guide them partway. They fight a gorgon and some stonecursed adventurers, Andromeda the paladin pulls excalibur from its corpse, the ranger Nimbus rescues and tames a pegasus stallion that was turned to stone, all in a day's work, Shasta finds them at the border to the deep wilds, all is well.
The woods start to get deeper. Richer colors, more vibrant hues, but also closer. Denser. Less forgiving. Little to no visibility beyond the path--easier to lose your way by accident.
They begin to see...shapes, glimpses of forest between tossing leaves that don't match the reality and are gone when they look again. The impression of beings or animals out of the corner of the eye, or directly in front of them, impossible to tell if it is real or was real or has never been real.
And then, slowly and yet all at once, they begin to notice the leaves in the tree canopies surrounding them. The rich, green iridescent leaves, dense and beautiful and glimmering and closely packed together, and...shifting....like in a breeze, or...
Or great, slow breaths, with minutes between each inhale....
Shasta leaves them. They enter a clearing that they now recognize as the coils of a great feathered serpent, and the trees shiver as an impossibly massive head, the size of a building in itself, rises from the trees and lowers itself to look them in the eyes.
And says, in a soft, echo-whisper, earth-shattering voice:
Hail, wanderers of the world beyond.
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